When I was in my way to my mother home I found some interesting people in the bus. Actually I used an economic bus at that time. The atmosphere was so stuffy and crowded. Many kind of people in that bus. They’re passengers, driver, co-driver, busker, and trader.
I love to hear busker’s voice. Most of their voice was lovely. Once I met a woman busker with very brilliant voice. I didn’t know what song she’s sang at that time. I thought why she didn’t join Indonesian Idol.
Leave the buskers, let us move on to the traders. There’re so many traders that came into the bus. They sell so many things such as oranges, peanuts, mineral water, etc. Their voice was so loudly. They said, “yang dingin..yang dingin…qua…qua…”.
I had some suspicion on them at that time. Are the oranges O.K? Is the mineral water still far from it expired date? I think the other people on the bus didn’t have the same opinion with me. I think they didn’t aware of the hygiene of the vendible. Actually it doesn’t matter for me. I enjoy my trip. I feel more alive when I use economic bus than the executive one.