TRUE LOVE For MAYA
NAGALA BRAJA

Still at Maya's departure

Finally, Maya was able to breathe a sigh of relief, from the morning waiting at Mushola, when she was sitting on the bus, according to the A5 number recorded on her ticket, the seat is in row number 3 behind the driver.

Previously, he had taken the time to clean himself in a public bathroom, and bought a packet of mixed rice just in case his stomach feels hungry.

As per the price paid, the bus that will take it is not an executive bus with blanket failure, free meals and toilets inside. At least the bus that is riding is quite comfortable, the bus patas using AC with a configuration that is 2-2 so that passengers can be more comfortable sitting, with a wider hallway.

Putting the bag under her feet, Maya leaned her body against the back of the chair. Half a day outside, making his body uncomfortable and sweaty. And right now, he was enjoying the AC from a small hole above his head.

The long sweater t-shirt he wore was warm enough for the night air and the cold temperatures on the bus. Putting her hands on her stomach, she remembered Haris' speech last night.

"I will acknowledge him as my son." Swiping her stomach, Maya said slowly. "My son will be my son, he's not your son, Mas." Maya will prepare herself if it comes to that.

His gaze glanced outwards behind the window glass. Looking at the highway that looks crowded. Suddenly his heart was sad, as the wheels of the bus slowly moved, leaving the large terminal to pick up the other passengers along the way. Not felt, the time has shown at 3 o'clock, one hour back from the promised time.

"Goodbye to Jakarta.. Goodbye Brother." powerless to hold back the sadness when saying his name. His eyes were heating up again withstanding the tears. He really missed the man, the hardest thing was, he had to part with him until the time he didn't know.

From day to evening, from evening to night.. The bus that took him was already on the motorway, already many miles away, far away from the city of his dreams. Leaving a friend who is always there, which makes him always laugh. Dina Nuraina's.

Leaving Kang By, the kind man who was always ready to help her, remembered the cilok, the delicious snack she would surely miss, also friends of fellow workers from the restaurant next door who invited him to gossip with jokes in his spare time.

Leaving a job that had been very helpful and in his tribe, leaving Aunt Rossa, a graceful woman who was so good to him and left the man who was very much in love with him. Lingas.

It's nine o'clock at night. Vehicle lights have been turned off, but his eyes can not be closed, when other passengers have fallen asleep, some even make a sound with their mouths open. It has become a habit, the night bus always tunes the song with a small tv on display at the front. When his heart was in a slump, the conductor set a song that made Maya could not hold back the rate of tears.

The old song, currently re-popularized by young men with guitar quotes and fantasies, with an extraordinary voice, which is able to cut the heart of anyone.

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Wherever there is

Your shadow

Wherever there is

Your shadow

In all my time there is

your shadow

my lover

I cried

Crying me because’na miss

I'm sad

I am sad because I miss

I grieve

My pain because I miss

I'm languishing

Meranaku kar’na miss

Go to sleep, remember you

Eat, remember you

Whatever it is, remember you

My lover

Wherever there is

Your shadow

In all my time there is

Your shadow

My neck...

"Don't cry Ma'am, if God allows us how far we go, we'll meet again" the male passenger sitting next to him, thrusting tissue, said, he knew what was going on with the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

"Mas watch me from earlier?" Maya receives a tissue and tries to smile to stop her crying.

"Yes, what a pity, there's a beautiful woman not to be seen." The man with flaky hair, sweet face with thick eyebrows and well-built posture, smiled warmly back to Maya.

"Thank you for being beautiful, but my change has gone to buy my bread." Maya jokingly shifted her mood.

"You're funny Mommy." The man widened his smile

"I'm a funny clown" and Maya cries again.

"Remain, because of Mas, I cry again." Maya spoke with a frown while taking out her snot.

"Dhhh.. Pretty-pretty slovenly."

Instead of stopping, her crying grew even more intense. The man's words reminded her of Dina.

"Sir, don't cry, my words are wrong?" the man spoke quietly, worried about disturbing the calm of other sleeping passengers.

"Not wrong, Mom. But Mas's words remind me of Dina."

"Dina? I'm a boy Ma'am."

"Yes, I know."

"Who is dina?" duhhh her keponya already looks like Dina and Kang By

"My friend, my friend."

"Oouuhhh.." the man was a beard

"We're one destination, Ma'am back to which area?"

Maya mentions one of her destination villages.

"The real mother of that village?" The man asked again and Maya shook her head.

"No. I want to live there."

"Bak ran away from home?" The man guessed, more precisely accusing

"Cashh.. Sok tau." Maya showed her pouting face.

In the dimness of the lights that were extinguished, the man could clearly see Maya's face that looked even more funny.

"Meet me, I'm Gala. Nagala the King." The man extended his hand.

"I'm Maya.. Maya Mawanda's." Maya returns a helping hand to a man who seems to be two years older than her.

Able to reduce his sadness, the chatter both continue, the words released from the mouth of a man named Gala, can make Maya laugh a little. The man told me that he was native to Sumatra, served in Jakarta and currently he was transferred to one of the villages is still a subdistrict with the destination village of Maya.

"Yes great.. Still young already titled, continue to want again, from a big city in a relocated assignment in a remote village."

"It's Mama's obligation. Wherever I am, I am sure that's best for me."

Speech that can break the spirit of Maya.

"I'm sure I'm older than you May." the man changed his calling.

"My face is just a baby face. So it looks like a teenager."

"It's not Baby Face.. But old face."

Gala laughed, until she closed her mouth.

"So, you can call me Brother."

Deggs ..

Maya immediately remembered Linga. When sending a message, the man asked him to call with the name Abang. As if not willing to call brother moved to another man. Maya chose to call him with another call.

"Silver yeah.. Let's feel like I have an older brother."

"It's just you May."

Long after speaking, Maya's consciousness began to disappear. His eyes slowly closed with the increase of time that kept turning to the right. The effect of Maya's night not falling asleep after a fight. With his head leaning against the glass window. The beautiful face looks tired, carrying all the burdens that are on its shoulders.

Oh, Maya, I hope you'll be happy.

Unaware of Maya, a man named Gala. Look at him with admiration and fascination. From the start of sitting next to him when the light was still bright, the evening had not yet come and the lights had not been extinguished. He could see Maya's cheeks were still flushed, splashed clear hand scars with the corners of the lips that left a wound.

"Who are you, beautiful woman?"

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