Amir frowned at the scene outside his window. The winding roads, lush green trees, and vast rice paddies should have been picturesque, but not thirty minutes into the journey to Lembang Village, nausea had already begun to churn in his stomach. Pretending to sleep did little to lull him into actual rest, and sitting at the far-right corner of the bus only made it worse.
This was the fate of being single. The bus's front seats were taken by employees with families, each allowed to bring along up to three relatives. The air was filled with off-key karaoke from mothers and the occasional wail from someone’s baby—he had no idea whose child it was. He knew, at least, it wasn’t Kia’s, since she and her family were riding in a van belonging to one of the band members headed to the villa.
He had
