One hot Sunday in a TransJakarta. A kind attendant ask passengers to give away their seats to Marvin & Maureen, my little nephew & niece. Polda stop. A wave of passengers rushed in and I got separated from them. Seven stops later I inched my way through the jam packed bus, found my kin were on their knees on their seats looking outside, enthusiastically pointing at this and that. Then Marvin said, "Don't worry Maureen, I have a plan. If we can't find tante Tina we can take a taxi and pay at home."
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