I'm Not Stranger! Mmm, Well, I do..

 I know it’s a very late for me to tell about my journey. Well,actually  the main propose of this blog is to tell you about what happened to me in my road from Jogja to Malang, and vice versa. But unfortunately, i never do that. Hahaha,, sorrrryyyyy :D . It’s not because i don’t have enough time, but, well, eemmm, i’m just too lazy hahaha. Sorryyyyy :D. So, can i have a chance? Whatever, i will still do that.. prepare your snack before you read my story. Because i doubt my story will make you bored. Hahahaha sorrryyyy :D

So, this is my first story...
Ah no no, before that, i will introduce my best friend in my journey.. i called it Rose. What’s that? That is the fake name for my agent travel (it is bus travel not car). Eventhough Rose is not my first friend (read : agent travel) and eventhough sometime i try another agent, but, i’m just feel comfort with my Rose. Sorry i can’t tell the real name of this agent travel because they are not my advertisement in my blog. Ahahaha. And the unique story is just come whenever i go with Rose.

Okay, replay...

So, this is my first story...

Do your parents teach you to not accept a thing from stranger? Your teacher must be teach that too, right? Well, i think that lesson is very good. But, not anybody listen them well. Some of them is still accept that strange thing (maybe you are include, kkekekekke). But, not for my little friend that sit beside me in my first experience with Rose.
I never go to somewhere with public transportation without a friend. Because of that, i feel nervous in my first experience to ride travel by myself. I prepare some snack, just think that maybe i feel hungry or bored. I choose number 1-B for the sit. Before i always worry many things... what will i do in travel for 9 hours? Who will be sit beside me? Is it a man or woman? Teenager or older? Well, i think too much. But, guess what?? A person that sit beside me is a boy! Yap! A little boy. Hmmm, i guess he is a Junior High School’s student. “He is very brave to ride travel alone”, that’s what i think. And because i don’t wanna feel bored, i ask his name. But he doesn’t replay in a good expression. Then, i try to ask him about another things, still, no good respond. It’s okay, maybe he’s just nervous like me.
Time passed, i feel hungry. So, i open one of my snack. In my ethic lesson, we have to share what we eat. Without thinking, i offer him my snack. And what?? He rejected it. Not just rejected, i saw his face of fear. Oh my God! I just realize that maybe before his parent tell him to not talk with stranger and absolutely not accept anything from new people. I’m not angry, well, a little, i just feel embarrassed -__-
hellooo it’s okay, kid,, i’m a good person...  I wish I could say that to him. Hahaha.
Well, at least, i can eat my snack with peace :P