My Short Story

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short story
a fun thing for me when the holiday arrives, I'll never forget the experience when I had to go to Semarang itself and not accompanied by an adult. I went from Batur to Wonosobo, it may be so common that I often do, but when I first scaled the Postal traffic policeman Wonosobo, precisely at the intersection toward the terminal Wonosobo, I was very scared and confused going where I was, I finally met with someone that is a street sweeper, and I asked him where I had to wait for the bus majors Semarang, he said that the bus is headed to Semarang is usually stopped at the diner next intersection, I ended up waiting about 20 minutes and the bus that I was waiting to come as well and I immediately got on the bus, apparently on the bus already there are many people sitting in a chair that has been provided, and I did not miss a seat, I ended up standing in the middle of the bus. soon there came back a passenger, but he also stood up and right behind me, I'm a little suspicious because he was so close to me, I'm suspicious of these people who are increasingly pressuring me, not long before he was like holding his hand up my ass and go into my pants, there was a scene fit mothers who saw the incident and immediately shouted "pickpocket ....!" I said nothing and passenger walked away with a paper in my pocket, from home I was already preparing the paper because my mother told me there a lot of pickpocketing, after a while finally there is a passenger who fell in Parakan, and I can seat, ultimately being too tired I fell asleep on the bus, so it feels so fast because the clock 1:00 I arrived at Semarang and in fact that I was riding the bus to the terminal is not, because there was a flood in Semarang terminal, and I was sent down on RSI Sultan Agung, with a very confused I asked someone who was there, where I have to wait for the bus go to Boja, and that person told me I had to wait across the street, and through a suspension bridge that was there until I could, but it looked pretty old bridge, the wood is weathered, with great caution at last I reached the other side road and I'm waiting for a bus that led Boja, finally after 10 minutes of waiting, the bus came and I went straight into the bus, I fell in mijen market, and the struggle is not over because I had to ride motorcycles to get to Wonolopo, where my sister lived, and by 5000 the money I got home my sister, I was very tired and when I got in front of the house, my sister was waiting at the door of his house, after I get a break in the room I have been provided for me, my body ached all because too tired.

that's my experience that I never forget in my life. and taken from it, I realized that in the big city was very dangerous, but it makes me added courage and be more aware of such events, because the real perpetrators of crime rather than a clever, but because there is a chance. so beware.