Chapter 16

Despite the horror that invaded my blood, I said to her, “Who are you? I don’t know you.”

The lady replied in a low voice, “Really, then I will make the knife make you remember who I am.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, I don’t know. The bus shook, so the knife cut me, and a scream came out of me that I hoped would be echoed by the entire bus. People turned to me, so she quickly hugged me, pressing hard on the wound and saying: “Be careful, uncle, the girl is pregnant.”

One of the passengers shouted at her, “How is she pregnant? She’s a young student.”

I pushed her hard, screaming, “She has a knife, she hit me with it.”

She pushed me back while moving the knife right and left in the air so that no one would approach her, and she shouted, “No one approaches. I will stab whoever approaches. Come on, stop with this bus.”

The driver stopped and she was about to get down and get away, but someone got up and hit her on the head, and another grabbed her ha