Sister To Young Master
54. Jakarta Surabaya Bus

After arriving at the terminal, Jovi's feet immediately carried himself out of the car, and pushed his small suitcase. Jovi has arrived at the stop.

The beautiful woman's hair, immediately greeted by pollution comes from buses between cities and provinces. Hot air also directly ambushed the white skin of Jovi.

Some conductors fought each other to get passengers, but the hawkers scattered a lot in the eyes of Jovi. Terminal aroma and air pollution actually make Jovi look dizzy.

Even so, Jovi still looks directly to walk towards the row of buses headed for Jakarta Surabaya. Ernest's mandate also invited the driver to come out, accompany Jovi, to find a bus into the terminal.

"Surabaya, Surabaya, Denpasar,"

"Semarang, Semarang, Cilacap."

"Malang, Malang, Pasuruan,"

"Bandung, Bandung, and so on,"

One by one the offers, all bus majors, seem to confuse Jovi's head. He had to choose which direction to take the bus to Surabaya. His eyes began to look, Jovi saw a bus headed Jakarta Surabaya.

For almost 10 years, Jovi has never used any of the land transportation. Life restores Jovi to reminisce, during High School, where the beautiful woman once rode a bus.

"Where are you going?" the conductor seemed to want to help Jovi's suitcase.

"Mbak, where to? Surabaya mbak, Jakarta or where?." said another conductor.

"Yes sir, Surabaya."

"Denpasar Department can mbak?."

"The Banyu Fragrance Department can also."

"Just like me, it's only 7 hours drive." the conductor in the hat also offered.

"7 hours, quick," Jovi said.

Jovi's suitcase was seen in the fight.

Jovi was confused to follow the words of the conductor, the eyes of the beautiful woman, trying to find a good conductor, who in the sense of Jovi could convince his return to Surabaya.

"This is how it can be? majors Jakarta, Semarang, Surabaya can also, directly mbak."

"Aaaa.. Is it? well sir," Jovi originally believed.

"Ayooo. ayoo mbak, sana mbak," Jovi's back pushed.

"Suster Jovi, no, it's getting further later, the nurse immediately boarded the bus headed for Jakarta Malang Surabaya only, there sister..!!" ernest's driver won't let.

"Ayoo.. mbak how?, how can you." the conductor seemed to force go towards him.

"No no sir, no, no, no," Ernest's driver pulled Jovi's suitcase towards him.

"Aaaa...," the confused Jovi.

"Oooo. basic, said can, can, but do not believe," the black conductor was angry.

"Yes can, but the distance is getting far, pity the passengers is sir, look for good sustenance, the distance is also tau, pantura a lot of traffic jams, anyways now there is a toll, now there is a toll, pity me if this lady gets lost."

"Taaaaaiii..," the conductor said dirty.

Jovi was scared.

The conductor's anger looks cynical passing away, trying to find another passenger. Ernest's own travel driver, it's common to see the attitude of the conductors. Origin utilizing plain passengers like Jovi.

That afternoon, the beautiful woman was seen walking towards the bus department in her hometown, Surabaya. Jovi bought masks, plastic bags, and candy in preparation for his sudden drunkenness on the trip.

"Sir, thank you very much sir..!! already want to take me to enter the terminal, if there were no father, I would have followed the conductor earlier," a sigh of relief Jovi followed.

"Together Sister Jovi, next time the sisters do not just believe it, the capital was more cruel than the Surabaya sisters, here many conductors who had the heart to drop the passengers carelessly, the bus' important tree is crowded, full deposit, the problem of bodo passengers is very."

"Oh my God, that's how..!! sorry sir, I really don't know, again thank you very much sir, if there is no father here, maybe my fate is different sir."

"Together Miss Jovi, I myself was actually just following orders from Mr. Ernest. It was you who asked me to drop off and find a bus for you nuns."

"Ooh.."

Hearing Ernest's name, Jovi felt lost energy.

The beautiful woman seemed very helped by a travel driver brought by Ernest. Because, Jovi almost chose the wrong bus department.

Through the deception of the conductors, as long as they say they can and to the destination.

At 10:00 it makes the terminal appear to be a stretch of desert. Feels hot, makes the throat dry and thirsty, and the smell of pollution is very dirty.

Small big, old young and toddler bodies of street buskers also appear to raise their hands, compete to get sympathy on Jovi. some traders also seem to bear, and peddle merchandise.

Jovi did not board the bus first. The smell of unpleasant, up and down the passengers, really can not make Jovi's body adapt. Real hard.

"Aaaa.., I thank you'nya remain the same father." Jovi smiles.

"Gi-gimana ya non, not me meddling in your affairs with the son of Mr. Toni Wijaya, actually Mr. Ernest is very worried about the departure of Miss Jovi alone." the driver stood beside Jovi.

Jovi pretends to be busy.

"Before Miss Jovi came to Jakarta, the trip to pick you up sister, you always ask me speeding, afraid miss waiting a long time at the airport, you also had a discussion with me, sir, which restaurant to take the nurse to dinner. I guess you will be in Jakarta long ago miss Jovi, but it turns out not hehee.." crisp laughter father driver was out.

Jovi silenced the atmosphere, it was the terminal noise that was heard coming into the ears of the driver.

"Greet him, sir" replied Jovi half-heartedly.

"Well miss, I will say," the driver's sweet smile seemed to follow.

If not the driver who spoke like that, the beautiful woman would be very reluctant to answer.

Seeing the state of Jakarta terminal, gratitude is still seen in the words of Aqila's sister. Jovi is lucky not to have fared like them, who must sincerely accept God's destiny.

As hot as this was, the merchants and conductors passed by incessantly. Their sweat was completely ignored. Sometimes the sweep of the dirty cloth hung on their shoulders, becomes a sweat wipe of each.

It seems that the sun has become the daily food of the conductors and hawkers. The terminal is like a windfall field to scavenge the rupiah coffers.

"Tin. tin..," the horn sounded the sign of the bus preparing to leave.

"Ayooo. ayoo.." the uniformed conductor gave a cue.

The passengers rushed in, some of them had already entered first. Jovi himself appears to be carrying his suitcase. Before leaving Jakarta, a farewell speech was also given to Ernest's travel driver.

"Sir, I went back to Surabaya..? thank you sir, see you, I hope you're always in good health huh. aamiin."

"Thank you so many sisters, be careful on the way."

The long hair of Jovi's ponytail, seems to follow the direction of the owner in. The aroma of AC and the smell of khass bus, immediately ambushed the nose of the sharp-headed sister Aqila.

Jovi's head felt dizzy, his stomach held back wanting to nausea. And Jovi sped up the pace to find an empty seat. An empty bench with two seats, one of which is occupied by Jovi.

The beautiful woman sat beside the window. The face of Ernest's driver who until now was unknown to Jovi. Still looking handsome standing, waiting for the departure of Jovi.

Jovi prepares the bus payment money, an unpleasant cake purchased from a hawker appears on his thigh bench. Jovi also took the money deliberately prepared for the buskers.

"Mom, alone is it?."

"Oh yes, I'm alone." Jovi smiles.

"I'm sitting here huh mbak?" the mothers are negotiating.

"Yes buk, please."

"Here Go, ayooo..," the mother called her 4-year-old little boy.

Jovi also looked.

"Mama, snack, snack." whining.

"Later, later, this lo tayo'nya want to walk, he said to ride tayo." the mother forced her son to sit down.

Bench two is like juggling Jovi's seat to be very narrow. Not even the luggage carried by the mother is very much.

Starting from snack snack supplies, milk flask, milk box, not to mention other luggage. Take Jovi's hand to help the mother. His little boy also seemed unwilling to obey increasingly make Jovi dizzy.

"Jajaaaaan..," the little boy's cry broke.

"Jajan yes snack for a moment, this lo, told from earlier why do not want to know, do not want to diem, ask which one?," the brown hooded mother also looks impatient.

"Oh, don't get angry, pity." Jovi is not.

"The chocolate, the chocolate," whined the mother's son.

"Lha how is mbak? tired of this me, fussy kebangetan this child, sorry mbak, even make mbaknya ndak comfortable."

"It's okay buk."

"Brown, brown," the boy was still crying.

"Which chocolate? this one huh?," Jovi picked up a snack in her side bag.

"Dhiiigghhh...."

The little boy's parents, they're picking out his son's ear.

"Huaaaa.. hiks." his son cried hysterically, Jovi's thighs were kicked hard. His white pants were dirty as a result of the little boy's shoes.

"Aduuuh..," Jovi was surprised, the little boy was really naughty.

"Adekk, adekk, this is yes, this one is..? what is this? look, here's a picture of a tiger, waawww. yummy." persuaded Jovi.

"Tiger...???,"

"Yes tiger, later if cry, in the bite of this tiger loe, jump the tiger'nya," Jovi's hand pointed to the pack of snacks that are carried.

"Sir, Adi ndak nangis, tiger'nya out."

"Well the child pinter, Adi deck eat yes then, do not cry anymore,"

"Yes will." the spoiled attitude of the little boy immediately hugged his mama.

The male passenger looks smiling looking at Jovi. The bus seat was full, with several men standing between the aisles of the bus seats.

Jovi himself, seemed to wipe away the tears of the passenger's child beside him. The atmosphere of the bus was back conducive, almost half an hour more crying children next to Jovi, stirring the atmosphere uncomfortable.

Buses are indeed seen crowded, but the long journey back to Surabaya has begun, the bus has slowly gone to leave the city of Jakarta.

The road conductor, pull the ticket.

"Where is mbak?."

"Surabaya sir."

The male passenger, still looking towards Jovi. It was only vague due to the insistence of the other passengers.

"How much sir?."

"280,000 mbs."

"This is sir," Jovi's hand gave 3 pieces of money 100,000.

"Yes, is it back..?" the conductor returned the rest of the money.

"Yes sir, thank you very much."

Conductor left.

A few hours, Jovi's eyes begin to enjoy the ride, the unpleasant smell of the bus begins to get used to getting into his sense of smell. Today, it is in the hands of this beautiful woman.

Jovi himself felt even more relieved, having not lived under Ernest's shadow anymore. Although the words of the travel driver sometimes can not be tepis haunt his mind. Now everything has changed.

Time will return to deliver on the proper portion. About Jovi and Ernest, they met through God's hand line, the separation of God also outlined.

"To choose God to be a nurse for Mr. Ernest is really only a bad memory, if it can restore time.Maybe invite me first God, discuss it, this is really painful.." Jovi daydreaming.

"Hate Mr. Ernest, no problem, he's nobody you Jovi, let it be, life will still be fine without the shadow of the Vijaya clan,"

The speed of the big bus drove Jovi away from one city, moving through another city. Jovi tried not to lament fate, when the atmosphere of the bus was completely calm.

Given Ernest, the more difficult Jovi's feelings in control. The shadow of Enmaru's restaurant, Ernest's proposal in the car, hit Jovi's memory without feeling pity.

A heavy ordeal has been passed, Jovi trying to find a rainbow in his own life. After Ernest and Fictor were both not chosen by Jovi to pick up his good fortune.

"So what is your Jov? after not working in the Universe Group," his eyes turned red, afraid of not being able to help the family finances.

"Apply work..? about where? being a secretary again? ahh no way, being a nurse? but where's the nurse? RS Wijaya, don't go" Jovi turned to the bus.

The fussy little boy with his mother earlier, seemed to have fallen asleep. Some passengers in the pretty eyes of Jovi, also seem to do the same thing, both rest.

Jovi's eyelids felt very heavy, slowly, his sadness began to close. Empty stomach because of hunger is no longer felt, when the eyes really prefer to shut, sleep asleep.

BUS RIDE, 18:00

14 Hours time estimated by the driver to get to the terminal purabaya, Bungur Asih, Surabaya. The journey is still 7 hours away, where half the journey has been taken.

Jovi began to open his eyes, as the glass of the bus beside him, had already turned into a dark night view. There is a little pain in the abdomen, Jovi overslept, forgot if he had not eaten.

His eyes looked for where the mother and little boy named Adi had been. It seems that the mother's place has been replaced by another passenger, the man who is not known by name, it is estimated that Jovi has just moved himself.

At night, the bus had turned on the lights, white, clarifying one by one the passengers. The man next to Jovi, also seems busy with a cell phone.

Passengers look more crowded, Jovi breathed a sigh of relief, had gotten a seat from earlier.

"Aduuhhhh.., the pain," ulcer Jovi relapsed.

Jovi's long hair covered her face, picking up something useful inside her suitcase to relieve the pain.

Jovi himself, was not the one who prepared while leaving, so no helper medicine was in his hands. Just the rest of the small bottle of fresh care in the suitcase, at least relieve Jovi's pain.

"Kluuutttikk.

"Eeeehhhh..," Jovi's voice as the bottle of fresh care ran.

"Mas, I'm sorry to get it, it's mine, '" Jovi looked down under the chair.

"A little while" the male passenger took Jovi's fresh care.

"It."

"Thank you mas.!!," Jovi picked up the bottle, his hair was a mess chasing the bottle, Jovi's hands were trying to fix it.

The man looked.

"Jovi.....!!!"

"Yes..," spontaneously Jovi raised his head.

"Docteeer...."

Jovi's hands suddenly stiff, can not be lowered, when fixing his hair.

"Jovi, you still remember me right?" the handsome man still couldn't believe it.

Jovi nodded, directing his gaze down. The handsome male's body, seemed to hug Jovi tightly. Disbelief, can meet again with Jovi on the way to Surabaya.

"Hey, how are you? where did you end up? still in Surabaya right?." the man's hand did not hesitate to pat Jovi's shoulder.

A happy expression, removing the hand from Jovi's body was completely visible.

"Well Doc,"

"From Jakarta I-this ba-new want to go home to Surabaya," Jovi's eyes blinked, his body trembled not ready to meet.

"Sama, what's up there? work?," the doctor's soft voice asked.

"Sir, just dropping off a little dossier" Jovi's stomach grew mules.

The beautiful woman was confused, had to ask what her past was.

"Where did the doctor end up?."

"This I just finished attending a seminar with IDI in Senayan, that bottle of fresh care you empty huh? why take it? it's empty, throw it away?."

"Huh? aaa.. empty," Jovi just noticed, from earlier the man saw the right hand and the bottle of fresh care is empty.

"This..," the person called Jovi, the doctor, took his fresh care bottle that was still intact in the bag.

"Why wear fresh care, are you bloated? got woozy? isn't it used to traveling long distances?." Nalen's voice was really soft.

"Thank you doctor, hehe's not papa, just a little dizzy." Jovi directed his eyes to another place.

Meeting Jovi with his past, not unlike making the beautiful woman die of lice, trembling. This feeling was the same when Ernest offered Jovi a proposal.

The journey to Surabaya is still expected Jovi takes a long time. In addition to only half the trip, kamecetan in the area before Surabaya appears snaking.

Even though the bus driver has tried his best. Jovi could see the bus was still stopped, at the intersection snaking.

"Actually I've seen you as a child before, just don't know if it's you, which tiger? later I cry loh, ask in buyin jajan lo." the doctor's seduction imitates the style of Jovi earlier.

Jovi smiles.

"The day he wanted to go home, the same little boy earlier" he said withholding laughter.

"Hahaha. pinter the answer," the handsome man gently rubbed Jovi's head.

The second closeness seems to show that Jovi and the doctor have been intertwined for a long time. It seems that the man who smiles continues to Jovi, is none other than the handsome Doctor, who is often discussed by Doctor Edo, when meeting Jovi.

Who her???

*IDI \= Indonesian Doctors Association.