Stepmom Cold Bed
Toll road

Mangdut music accompanies Vishnu's journey. He was on a bus and had a hard time withstanding his sleepiness. Cold atmosphere, tired body and stomach full of food typical of the city of flowers, into a fitting combination to make the eyes difficult to open.

“DUK!” vishnu's head hit the glass of the bus for the umpteenth time, when he almost completely fell asleep due to drowsiness. His temples were dizzy because they hit hard enough. He stayed awake for a while, staring at the reddish-lit car lights in front of him.

There are many cars waiting in line to enter the toll gate to Jakarta. His attention was focused on a car that was waiting in line on the side lane.

“Kok kayak knows the license plate number?” Vishnu muttered to himself while watching the car.

His shaken brain tried to remember the license plate of a luxury sedan car he saw. The window went down and someone's hand pressed the toll card until the toll gate opened and he entered.

“123 NN? Who is it?” vishnu's brain suddenly difficult to think.

But suddenly his eyes immediately rounded when he realized that he was very familiar with the number plate.

“MAUREEN?!” he was shocked himself.

His sleepiness suddenly disappeared when he saw the black sedan car driving away leaving the bus that was still queuing to enter the toll gate.

“Iya, I'm sure it's Maureen.” car Vishnu said with confidence.

“Why, Mas? The meetup?” ask someone sitting next to Vishnu.

“Eh, yes Ma." Vishnu did not realize that there was a fat woman sitting next to him.

"She, my friend and former second wife of my deceased father.” Wisnu's brain suddenly complicated.

“She's stepmother means?” The woman beside Vishnu concluded.

Vishnu thought for a while, dizzy with his own words. “Nah, yes. It looks like a stepmother. Because my mother was dead and her father was married again the person who had a car just now,” said Vishnu uncontrolled.

“Akil not them?” The woman beside Vishnu even chimed in. Curious apparently.

“Akur-akur only. Why am I gossiping? Dangdut song effect time yes?” Vishnu scratched his dizzy head.

“Perhaps the effect of his head bending continues, Mas.” The woman tried to hold back a smile. Since then he wanted to laugh to see Vishnu who had difficulty holding back sleepiness and his head hit the window of the bus several times. When he woke up he was confused.

“Heheehe, it seems so.” Vishnu took the drinking water in his bag, then gulped it down. He hoped that his consciousness would recover soon.

As soon as it began to awaken, Vishnu took his cellphone and searched for someone's name there.

“Si Byan, do you know that her stepmother is from Bandung?” murmured Vishnu while waiting for his call connected with Byan.

Two rings have been the call took place and in the third ring, Byan just answered it.

“Halo,” his voice sounds lazy.

“Ya Hello bro. Where else?” vishnu sound is made hard because it competes with the voice of dangdut songbirds.

“At home. Why?” the feeling of being ungodly really made Byan speak as necessary.

“Gue see Maureen's car on the road. He went to Bandung?” ask Vishnu.

“Hah, what's it?” vishnu's voice was dashed and unclear.

“Gue, see Maureen's car on the road. He went to Bandung?” Vishnu repeated his question with more emphasis.

Byan did not immediately answer looking at the screen of his phone. Very noisy environment Vishnu. He just turn on the loud speaker so as not to have to attach the phone.

“Eh, the anjir.” Vishnu grumbled in annoyance. But he has spoken out loud.

“MA U REEN, to Bandung?!” question or statement, I don't know how Byan heard it.

“Hah, who said?” Byan was immediately wary of hearing those two words. Maureen and Bandung.

“Gue nanya anjir! I saw his car he was in toll!!! I mean it's the same! What is your stepmom to Bandung?!” Vishnu loudly exclaimed.

"Lo speak clearly, Vishnu!" Byan also wondered what Vishnu said about Maureen.

“Pak, please this dong whose name is a fake address tell diem first, I'm calling again. I will answer the address where!” vishnu's protest on the conductor.

“Launan jang!” the bus driver on the conductor. (Voice of the candle)

“Oh, ready!” the young conductor immediately played down the sound of dangdut music that made several feet stomp on the floor of the bus. Vishnu really spoils the pleasures of others.

However, Vishnu pointed his thumb as a thank you.

“Gue, see Maureen's car on the highway. Enter toll from the direction of Lembang. Is he going to Bandung?” Vishnu repeated his question to Byan.

“Who said?” Byan asked quickly, his hearing began to clear.

“Yes I said, Byan! Here I came home from Bandung after surveying the new tourist location. My car broke down so I took the bus. On the bus, I was sleeping. I saw Maureen's car. Because I was afraid of being wrong, that's why I called you. Not really Maureen to Bandung?!” cerocos Vishnu was upset.

“When did you see it?” Byan was getting curious.

“Tadi, a few minutes before I call you. I told you from earlier but you ngang ngang ngong mulu, like Haji bolot. Now Maureen has nyampe Jakarta time because his car uses turbo, shot perfectly through the horizon,” chatter Wisnu who upset himself because it is so difficult to talk to Byan.

The woman beside Vishnu chuckled at Vishnu's words. It is like that if the microphone repay the debt is given life. Sometimes funny sometimes sucks and sometimes very touching to upset yourself.

“Yes, I'll ask. Hape he's not active all day.” Byan brushed his hair in frustration.

“Why? You two fight?”

Byan did not reply, only the sound of his breathing was harsh.

“I also recently said that your relationship with Maureen is getting along. I feel your chemistry is as strong as if in this world it only belongs to both of you and Maureen. I almost feel like I have no place. But it turns out, you both can fight until you play matiin hape. Because of what?” this lifeless microphone even vent.

“Later I tell you, I have to check something first,” timpal Byan who is also upset.

“Iya, news me. Who knows Maureen needs me to tell her a story and lean on. Tell him that Vishnu's brother is always there for Maureen. I also want to talk to you.” Vishnu promoted himself.

Byan did not reply, he cut off his call with Vishnu.

“Eh in anj...” Vishnu cursed his best friend who resembled a public toilet bride. Just come in time of need.

“Jang, date again the sound of the music. Install a garbled song!” vishnu exclaimed with annoyance.

“ASHIAPP KANG!!” exclaim young conductor who already feels like a DJ.

The music is played with a loud enough sound. Flickering flickering lights come on as if Vishnu was in a coffee shop. He tried to enjoy his long journey and was left far away from Maureen.

Be careful on Vishnu road, do not go down on the highway. Byan if again upset is suddenly begok. Haha...

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