The Riot
The Suddenly Meet

It doesn't seem like it will

it's too much of a problem if Agatha comes home alone today. Usually it is anyway

it was always like that. Agatha can drive now. However,

instead of going to the office using his car or even his motorcycle,

Agatha went to the office by public transport.

Earlier colleagues

he offered to take a ride home together. Like Thomas and

Arjuna's. However, the girl obviously rejected him. They think that Agatha still

living in an old apartment. Which he said was in line with their house

both also. But, in reality Agatha had moved. And he chose not to

tell anyone about his new home.

Agatha waited for the bus with several other people

at stop. They seem to have just returned from work too. Not much different from

himself. At these times, the streets are dominated by people

the staff and students in general. Their population in this city is very large

a lot of. So that when going home, the number succeeds

make the streets crowded. Even city traffic to the point of feeling overwhelmed for

facing that thing.

From a distance it

I can see if a bus is approaching. Agatha was very sure if

it was the bus they had been waiting for. Apparently guesswork

thats right. The vehicle pulled over right in front of the stop, where the passengers were

waiting since.

Without wasting time

again, he went inside immediately. There were some people sitting in it.

Looks like they've been here a little longer than Agatha

and the others. Although some seats are filled, but not really

full-fledged. Agatha still got one empty seat in the back.

This is an

auspiciousness. It will be very difficult to get a seat

at work like this. It seems that during the trip he did not

I will complain a lot.

After all the passengers

going inside, the bus driver stepped on the gas pedal. Up the vehicle

the great is under his control. They move forward, leaving

the location of the stop that no one else was.

As soon as the bus comes back

walking, Agatha opened her phone. Nothing important will it

actually do. It's just that seeing something on a cell phone feels so much more

good for now, instead of throwing his eyes out the window.

I don't know, this girl is a little different. That is all that it is

meet on mobile. Nothing new means anything.

When he was middle

focusing his gaze on the cell phone, suddenly there was a stranger who

take a seat right next to him. Agatha did not look at all

to find out who it is. It was just a stranger he had just met here

and they don't know each other at all. Anyway what's wrong. This is the place

generical. He has the right to sit anywhere. As long as there is an empty seat

naw. Agatha will also rush to find a seat that is still empty if it is in

his position at the time.

For a moment he

absolutely no concern for this person who just sat next to him. According to him

mobile phones are much more interesting and manage to steal his entire attention. Till

at some point, Agatha wanted to rest her eyes for a while. Exactly,

since this morning he has been constantly exposed to blue light from the screen. That's clearly what it is

not good for the health of his eyes.

Accidentally

Agatha looked at the watch of a man sitting next to her with a glance.

But then he looked back at the watch more

It's very hard not to touch it.

“I'm like a milkman

look at this thing. But where is ya?” agatha in her heart.

He is trying to

thinking back to where he had seen a clock like that. But, uh,

the result is still nil. Sometimes the memory is hard to

dependable under certain conditions.

On second thought,

it was just this girl's feeling. Remembering a clock like that

it must be sold commercially. Moreover, the watch company is not possible

only produce one for this model. Unless it is only

made in limited quantities. But this clock doesn't seem to. It

never seen him before.

Don't wanna get dizzy

about the watchmaker, Agatha then straightened her head. Then

throw his eyes out the window. Observing the situation out there for

a few minutes, before he finally turned his eyes back to the object

others.

“Huh! Tired again,”

agatha.

Their bus even

forced to get stuck in traffic. But, how else. There's no other way. This

indeed, the path that must be passed by the bus before stopping at the stop

subsequent. They could not pass any other way to shorten the time

the journey. Although Agatha wanted to be like that.

Tired of staring

rows of vehicles arranged in a direction on the highway, Agatha then turned

his eyes are lazy. Inadvertently the two neutrals met

the look with the person sitting right next to him since earlier.

How surprised

the girl knew who was next to her. With

he tried to swallow his own saliva. Damnit. How can

fate brings him to meet the man again. But they have decided

not communicating with each other for a few days. This isn't

deal together. More precisely just a one-sided decision from Agatha.

“What you do

here?” ask Agatha.

“I certainly don't

can be here?” ask the man back.

Agatha at all

I didn't know if he would ever see that guy again. It's hard to

believable. Either this is just a coincidence, and not the same intentional

once, or even had planned before. know Aaron himself like

whatt. The man watched her so closely for a while. That

it happened at the very beginning of their meeting. But the most important part is not that.

Except for the deceptive attitude of an Aaron. He'll make all things

it seemed to happen naturally, as if it was not intentional at all. Though

from the beginning, the man has been working on the screenplay.

“Happy to meet

with you again,” said Aaron with a faint smile.

“Sial! I can't

everywhere now!” the girl in his heart.

Now

the middle street is jammed. There was no way he would force it down in the crowd

like these. The bus driver would not open the door for him. Girl

it can only come down later after arriving at the next stop. But the thing is,

the next stop is still a long way off. Plus the journey they are forced to take

it has to be delayed for a few minutes due to traffic jam.