TITISAN MARANTI'S
THE TOWN STUDENT

At half-eight in the evening, a teenager was standing on the side of the road carrying a heavy backpack. A few minutes earlier the teenager was driven by one of his neighbors from his home to the highway.

“Hearts on the road Yes, Gus! Take a good bus so you don't get drunk,” his mother said.

“Consider, Bu.”

Bagus is one student who comes from the district outside the campus. Once a fortnight Good chose to spend the weekend in his hometown. After all, the distance between the house and the campus can be reached in just two hours. Actually it's better to take the train. In addition to the cheap tickets, he also does not need to be afraid of experiencing drunk vehicles. That one illness was difficult for the young man to avoid even though he had already consumed anti-sickness pills before. So his mother advised to take a good bus so that he could minimize the disease. Why did his mother say that? Because Good has run out of train tickets. Indeed, local train tickets on Sundays are very hard to come by and often run out of stock.

The atmosphere on the highway where Bagus waited for the bus was quite quiet. In addition to minimal street lighting, uninhabited houses also add to the silence of the place. Good also actually did not feel at home for long standing in that place, but for the sake of waiting for the vehicle he was willing to do it.

Tiiiiiin .. Tiiiiiiiin …..

“Ber …. Taluuuun ...,” the sound of the bus conductor loudly calling out Nice who was standing on the side of the road.

The young man glanced for a moment at the ugly-looking inter-city bus. People there often nicknamed the bus with the name ‘Bis Bombay’ which reminds people who heard it against public transportation in Bollywood films.

Good shook his head as a sign of his rejection of the conductor's offer. The look of disappointment was shown by the bus conductor seeing the young man's indifferent reaction.

“Mas, this is the last bus! In the back there are no more buses,” shouted the bus conductor quite loudly. The bus stopped right next to the young man.

It is common for prospective passengers not to discuss the request of the bus conductor if they want to refuse his offer. Likewise with Bagus, he did not turn his head in the slightest towards the bus conductor who was trying to seduce him. His gaze remained straight ahead waiting for the good bus he had dreamed of.

“Depart, Pir! Said not believe!” the bus conductor scolded the bus driver to leave.

Whether intentionally or not, the smoke coming out of the bus exhaust is very much when leaving Bagus. The pitch black acid is bright enough to make good nausea.

“Duh, thankfully I didn't get on the Bombay Bus just now. Wong, hit by the smell of smoke I immediately nauseated,” said Good to himself.

“Last ... Last .. thought I didn't know it was just a bus conductor trick to trick prospective passengers into joining,” murmured.

An hour had passed and it was already half-nine in the evening. However, there was also no bus he was waiting for. While the atmosphere around the place is getting gripping. The young man began to think whether the speech of the bus conductor was true.

“Duh, what if the bus conductor did not lie? How am I supposed to get back to kosan tonight? Do I have to go back home? But, tomorrow there's the morning lecture and the terrible killer of the lecturer. Can be eaten raw me if you don't go to college.” The young man was confused with his mind.

The wind blew breezily through the pores of the young man's skin. There was an uncomfortable feeling beginning to be felt by the young man standing for too long in that desolate place. Moreover, the vehicles that passed by in the place began to deserted. In a sense of despair that began to whack, suddenly appeared a four-wheeled vehicle with a large size and floodlights that were very far in range broke the darkness of the road in front of the vehicle as far as a dozen meters.

It was good to immediately cheer his heart as soon as he saw the vehicle coming from a distance. The closer to its position, the clearer it is that it is an AC bus that he had been expecting from an hour ago. Good also immediately gave a sign to stop to the bus using his left hand. And the air-conditioned bus stopped right next to the young man.

It was good to get on the bus through the front door. When he got on the bus, no conductor helped him to get on the vehicle. There were no passengers on the bus at all. There was only a driver sitting behind the wheel and a bus conductor sitting at the very back seat. It is also good to freely choose the chair he wants. The young man chose to sit on the number two seat from the front.

“Don't sit there, Mas! Already have a message.” Shouted the bus conductor as he walked closer towards her.

Good enough to be surprised by the conductor's reprimand. But he had to obey the man. In addition to knowing that the one in charge of the bus was the conductor, he was also worried about having to disagree with the man. There were no other passengers in the vehicle.

“Iya, Sir. Thank you.” Good to slow down.

“Street, Pir!” the conductor shouted loudly to the driver.

It was good to put his backpack next to his chair. There were no other passengers next to him. Later if there is someone who wants to use the chair next to him, of course the young man must move his backpack. The bus was traveling at a fairly high speed. Yes, the bus whose ticket price is twice that of the ‘Bis Bombay’ ticket is indeed famous for its incredible speed. For prospective passengers who want time effectiveness, it will prefer to take this bus even though they have to pay more expensive.

Good still feel uncomfortable being the only passenger on the bus. He was still worried about his safety. So, even though he was already very sleepy, he chose to stay awake. Sometimes he turned back to watch the movements of the conductor sitting in the back seat.

“Ciiiiiit ..” The bus suddenly braked and stopped by the side of the road.

Nur Rahman turned to the back door. There was a young man slightly older than him on the bus. The young man threw a smile towards Good. It was good to reply to him kindly.

“I am sitting here only ...,” ask the young man to the conductor.

“Please ...,” say conductors in cold tones.

Good actually felt a bit strange because of the many empty seats, why did the young man have to choose to sit next to him. But, he did not dare to protest to the conductor for fear that the conductor would be angry with him. With a heavy heart, Nice also moved his backpack to his feet.

“You to campus in the next city, yes?”

“Iya ..,”

“Still away the journey. Introduce my name Bayu ..”

“My name is Good.”

Somehow chatting with the young man made Bagus feel comfortable and his fear was getting less and less. From the chat, Good also knew that Bayu was four years old on it and now he works at one of the plantation companies in the city where the campus is located.

After traveling for an hour, Bagus felt very sleepy and he was unable to resist falling asleep. No matter how long the young man slept, he woke up to the shock of the vehicle he was riding in. When the young man opened his eyes, he realized that the bus he was riding was on a winding road in the mountain. Which makes the young man even more surprised, the bus that originally only contained two passengers was full of all his seats.

Good also tried to pay attention to one by one passengers whose position is close to him. Everyone is fast asleep. Only he, Bayu, and the conductor were still awake.

“What was my sleep until I was unconscious when this many passengers boarded the bus?” good Thinking.

As the young man thought out loud, Bayu suddenly whispered in his ear.

“Gus, don't sleep again!”

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