The one day I'm grateful to have no family waiting at home

We departed from office at 15.09 and the road looked clear. Everyone in bus hope we would be home soon. However, after getting into Slipi turnover, the real nightmare was waiting for us. We were so close to the tollgate when the police stop every vehicle and lead us to the next gate. It took almost 1 and a half hour to get to the next one and I already sleep longer than I need.

It's just 9 minutes before Maghrib when we arrived at our usual rest area. We agreed to stop and wait for the azan and breaking the fasting with some gorengan.

Feels like the Friday in the usual month when we had to get home after the sun down. Plus, it's raining when we're about to leave Cijago Toll, stopping the bus from taking full speed. 

This is the moment when I'm feeling happy that nobody is waiting for me at home. I heard my senior said yesterday that she had to go home fast because she needs to cook for breakfasting feast. 

Alhamdulillah.