A hardened heart cannot return
One word that is still heartbreaking is loss. For some reason I still remember the day when the person I loved the most left me for another man. Sick, disappointed, sad? All that has been mixed into one. My heart is really fragile there.
The journey from Jakarta to Bandung was very lasting. At that time, I was with Shika around the city in the moonlight. Really suffocating, it turns out he said one thing that made my heart like being pricked by a needle. Yes, Shika cut ties with me and left with another man.
I growled remembering that day. For me it was a life lesson until I turned into a stiff and hard figure.
Suddenly, there came a woman with a branded bag in her hand. Smooth white face and long hair left loose.
"Excuse me, Sis. Is there someone else sitting here? " The woman smiled slightly. I guess his age is not much different from mine.
"No," I replied simply.
I do not want to make small talk with him. Because from that day on, I decided not to get close to women. I became a hard person and did not like to listen to the words of others.
Silence. The woman just sat quietly. Slowly the night wind began to blow and creep in until it pierced into the bone. The moonlight dims. I'm sure it will rain soon.
Sure enough a few minutes later, the rain flushed. I immediately took the jacket out of the bag and put it on. I don't care about the woman sitting next to me. Whether he is cold or shivering, I don't want to know. That's his business, none of my business. Yes, I'm selfish. It's important that I'm not cold.
Rain increasingly heavier. I've been sitting at the bus stop for about two hours. However, there is still no bus coming. I'm getting bored and take out my handphone from my bag. The woman hugged her body, she shivered with cold. However, I'm like a human with no heart. I let the woman cold and continue to play mobile.
Until suddenly, I was shocked by the woman's sneezing voice. I glanced briefly.
"Hm, it's still fine," I murmured.
I'm back playing games on my cellphone. A few minutes later, I heard the sneezing again. I glanced back. This time, he seemed to want to talk about something.
"Sis, are there any tissues?" he asked.
"No," I replied.
I lied. Actually there are still tissues in my bag. However, when I remember Shika, I become reluctant to pity the woman.
Secretly I noticed, his face paled. He is really cold. However, my heart has really hardened. I did not care about what she felt and returned to my activities.
Silence. I did not hear the woman's sneezing voice again. I quietly glanced to the side and found the girl had passed out. I still silent and pay attention to that woman Even I don't have a bit of affection to help her.
Until a bus passes by. I immediately went upstairs and left the woman alone. I don't care what happens to that woman. ***