The Genius Fall In Love
Rizky Without Billar

TENOT! TENOT! TENONETS!

The City bus rang the exhaust again. In the middle of the red light, one-toothed bus gas was stepped on by the driver. However, instead of closing my nose, I was busy enjoying the thick black smoke.

"Damn it, it's kali's shucks!"

I was with an ojek stopped right next to the city bus. The ojek turned to me, and was surprised to see I was enjoying the smoke of a bus exhaust that was so black, as black as my dreams in the past.

"Well, don't inhale, mas!"

"Better, than I breathe glue."

"Dha?!"

Huckaboooo!

The sound of the motorcycle motorcycle that I have ordered now advances the muzzle of the motorcycle tire until it reaches the front door of the bus, side by side with other vehicles that stop at the red light.

I raised my ass and got off the bike.

"Okay, I'm down here."

"Lh-lho?! Napa get off here mas?!"

"This is my major bus, mas."

"Lh-lho?! I-it's at the red light, mas!?"

"OK, alike. The money is yes."

"Lho?!"

I also confidently walked past the bikes that were stopping at the red light. Some of the motorists turned to wonder, some of them glanced indifferently, but most of the impurity even looked at me pity.

I who had arrived to start coolly riding the bus through the side door, immediately facing the bus driver. Requesting entry permit.

The cegesss!

"Lho?!"

"...... the purpose of Balikpapan, yes."

"........ ba-new rose, mas?"

"true."

"...... i-it's in the middle of the red light, just went up?!"

"true."

"Ti-ticket is there, mas?"

Srarak!

I took out a bus ticket that had been scuffed from the pants pocket, then brought it closer to the two eyes of the Bus Ranger. The bis pitcher slightly squinted at, but immediately nodded. Let me get on the bus.

Everyone who stopped at the red light suddenly stared at me and the bus guard. Not spared the eyes of those who were already on the bus.

"Hmm, if people if different is always considered yes, mas."

"..... mas her hell, kayak gembel. Please sit in the back."

"Ehem."

...***...

All this time, I've been saving. To this day, I am ready to propose Anastasia. The girl I found on the internet.

At first I promised to propose in mid-May, but because the neighbor said the woman's hand in the end of the year was more romantic, so I wanted to surprise.

All this time I only heard Anastasia online, so it was natural that I also had a little doubt. At this young age, sometimes we need risk as a variation of experience.

After all, Anastasia's face is like a burnt Banana Sanggar, but I still want her love. Because three years of being in an online relationship does not mean we do not know each other.

The speaker on the bus began to sound. The bus driver put up a song, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a cloth wipe around his neck. She smiled sweetly, and sang along.

...****************...

Kulari's chasing the city bus

Race against each other

'Just looking for a place that exists

I searched and kept looking

All the seats are filled

And finally I have to stand up

Mixed with sweat

Everybody

Which has a lot of aroma

Make me dizzy with my head

All wrong, even breathing feels tight

Crammed, crammed, hanging

It's hard to be someone who doesn't have it

Wherever you take the city bus...

...****************...

While enjoying the song, Balikpapan Newspaper became the first thing I read that day.

"Mas! Is this the newspaper from Balikpapan?!"

"Other, mas! The one downstairs!"

"This one, is it?!"

"Well yes, my mom!"

"OKAY.."

All the job fields I read, and let me take a pen from the bag. I looked at some of the lists, and marked them.

The bus that was on, got in my chair. He greeted me loudly,

"Ah, take care of it! I'm telling you that it takes a lot of people! Maybe now the vacancy is still open it!"

"...... Balikpapan people yes, mas?"

"Lho's? Where are you from?"

"His face from speaking has been found out!"

"Oh, time'?!"

"Well!"

I shook my head in surprise, and looked back at the newspaper. Until finally, an hour had passed. And people from other places started to enter the bus until I was squeezed into a seat.

I immediately gathered, and returned wearing a bag. I was about to open the window, but only after I saw a pregnant woman standing in a crowd of people in the middle of the bus.

"Gee."

Grep's!

Men cannot do this. Already see women contain distress, must be given a solution. Must help.

And so will Anastasia. I have to help him deal with all the problems he has. Indeed, I am not perfect, but as a prospective husband, finding solutions to the challenges of marriage in the future is something that I have to take seriously.

Is correct. Bismillah.

"Mba, sorry. Just put on my chair, yeah."

"Oh, who is it, huh?"

"Did?"

"Ma-mas. I already have a husband. Don't see if my stomach is big?!"

"Sa-I just want to give you a seat, mba. I saw his big stomach distress so."

"Ih, don't beat it!-"

"Sa-I just want a chair, mba."

"Ih! Mas! I have a husband!!"

"Bu-not so. Mba contains big need to sit in a chair. It is not good to stand in the middle of a crowd of people pushing like this. Come on, sit on me-"

"Mas. I know I want PDKT with me. So please, I don't need a backup man! I have a husband!"

"Mba, I don't mean that!"

"Ih! Far-away! I shouted!"

"D-wh-wh.."

"Ih! Far away, no!? I already have a lukewarm"

"Woy, mba!"

Gluey!

A young woman immediately reprimanded this pregnant woman. He who was wearing a triangular hijab immediately got up from his chair, and immediately stood up, cutting through the crowd. He came up to me, and looked at this pregnant lady songong. He pulled his mask down and said,

"Mba instead of saying thanks, suudzon instead! Sin, mba!"

"Ih! Mba ready-"

"God! Obviously the mas want to help mba who is in trouble because of his big stomach. Not accepted even suspected PDKT. Ih, kege'eran!"

"W-what?! What's kam-"

"Already! Sit in my chair. Let me sit in his gold chair! Move over!"

"Ih! Who the hell is this mba?! Stewish"

"SIT DOWN!"

"A-ah i-iya yes! Here I sit!"

I'm speechless. Not only was the young woman's speech correct, but I fell silent in fear. What would happen if Anastasia got angry in such a way? Should I be quiet? Do I have to provide another solution?

Anastasia is already living well. Surely anything he is not in trouble anymore. He lives in Balikpapan. Behind that scene life is good. Surely he does not need excessive anger anymore.

...****************...

Jegress!

I have taken another hour. Now, we have a City Bus from Samarinda has arrived at Batu Ampar Terminal. We got off one by one, and I was the new one down immediately helped a troubled baby get off the bus stairs.

"Whoa-wh!"

"Hap!"

"Well! Ma-thank bang!"

"Be careful, deck. Feet are therefore lengthened."

His mother who was busy carrying two boxes of noodles seemed to be in trouble down. One box of noodles fell off his shoulder, I caught it too.

"Hup! Be careful, ma'am."

"Ahahaha, well, thank you, ma'am."

"Safe."

...****************...

Jeglak!

The bus guard was seen back on the bus. The engine is back on, and the sound again blocks the ear from communicating properly.

"Mas! Thanks for helping!"

"Oh yes, my mom! You're welcome!"

"Whose name, mas?!"

"WHAT?!"

"His name!!! What's her name!!?"

"Oh!! Name, huh?!"

"Let's go!!"

"Oh!! My name is..."