In the bus with my aunt

My chachi looked at me again, but this time in understanding instead of anger.

“Danish beta do you have to go toilet?”

“Yes, I have to go pee really bad chachi” I replied, my face turned red in shame.

She then asked me why I hadn’t went to the toilet before we left, to which I had no adequate reply. She confirmed that we were still only halfway to karachi and much of the journey remained, and asked me if I could hold it until we got back.

I replied “No..”

After pondering over it for a few seconds chachi called for the bus’s driver and said.
“Will this bus make a stop before Karachi, my nephew has to use the toilet.”

The conductor, who looked 25 or 26, had a clean shaved sharp face and neatly trimmed hair, eyed my up and down and laughed a little.

“Haha.” he said “You’re grown now kid, learn to hold it in” and went back to the front talking to the bus hostess about the situation.

I blushed again since now many people on the bus became aware of my dire need and no doubt started talking about it.