NIQUE
CONUNDRUMS
Arriving at Adisudjipto airport in Yogyakarta, Brother Harry was waiting for us at the arrival gate. Goods that have arrived first, secured by the airport near the door of the airport manager. Luckily there are still many good people and we were met with responsible and not nosy parties.
While heading towards the taxi that has been ordered, my phone rang and it said “Senja calling”. Oh my God, I forgot to tell my best friend, and I've been missing since yesterday afternoon. My consequences as a friend are very thin to be said “often report” except to the lover of the heart. I am possessive of my partner, not for fear of loss but for fear of being suspected of things I never did. It is better that I often tell and want to know behind the circumstances of the couple, is as a form of balance for me. I always count my partner other than my priorities to God, and family.
“Senja, sorry just announced. I arrived in Yogya safely. The weather above the clouds was so bad that I had to go around for half an hour.” replied me via text.
“Wah, thankfully you survived Flowers. I worry you why-why.” reply Dusk, 2 minutes after I reply.
I am afraid of being carried away by the feelings of my own best friend, I better save the phone that I still hold without returning the text again. I was afraid to like my own best friend, because I realized later I would lose one of the roles of Dusk to me, as a couple would obviously not be possible, as a couple, and the loss of a friend that is obvious if I return to put the feeling of twilight.
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Arriving at a male index occupied by my brother, I immediately looked for a bed in the 3x3 index room, which was equipped with half the remaining gallons, a textbook shelf, and a half, clock and calendar as a condition that 2 objects are also a necessity for boys. Then there is a pile of dirty cloth, scattered wires, but if you want to take a shower, you have to go out of the room because the bathroom is only outside. Indekos.
Shortly after opening the room door, I said my greetings then I immediately fell asleep without having time to clean myself because the rest must be done immediately before Ashar time arrived.
*30 minutes later
“Dek, wake. Let's go eat. Mama said it wasn't on the meal.”
“Hmm?? Eat what?” while keeping his eyes closed.
“Eat your favorite fried chicken, but this is a cheap version of Dek. 7 Thousand is the same as rice. You can add 5 servings is also not comparable to the price that has become an expensive version and many people like.”
“WHERE?? Hayuk, we're leaving now. Not distant brother? You see, I'm still sleepy. If the place closes, how? I am lazy to walk. Please take me home just bang.” my door.
“You have already voted first, later if the voting is more wrapped, brother please go buyin ya.”
“Old Ma, here brother go alone. There's a friend's motorbike downstairs. Anyone want to follow no?” trying to invite his two sisters whose lives have fallen asleep.
“Abang go alone yes. Pity those who have to stay up late so as not to be late to the airport today.” persuade Mama.
“Iya Ma, but if you want to go around Yogya tomorrow only. Starting from the morning, we go to the traditional Beringharjo market, to Tugu Yogya, Malioboro, which is close by. Tomorrow is Saturday, it will be very crowded.”
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“Bang, if Prambanan Temple is where Nak? Good not the place? Far from here?” early in the morning after all the shower, before deciding to have breakfast and set off for a walk. We were in Yogya only until Wednesday morning, during the day we went straight to the airport. A short vacation.
“The Prambanan temple seems to be in the area of Klaten, Ma. Just wanna go there? You see we leave can only use public transportation, busway name. Cheap festive anyway.” brother offers to us all.
“Yaudah yuk, but eat first yes bang.”.
“What good food is bang, besides fried chicken criuk yesterday?” ask Brother George.
“Gado-gado or lotek no bang?” The mother who followed spoke while wearing my hijab and helped put my hijab on.
“There's below, delicious too. Pretty clean, and the children are also often eating there Ma, dek.” said Brother Harry.
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The day is getting late, the sun has shown a scorching heat, we have not yet reached Malioboro. In Malioboro there is a busway stop to Prambanan Temple. During the trip I only pay attention to things so we are not pickpocketed. “But if it is still noon, it is still safe Mba. That night was spooky, there was a group of young people called Klitih.” Said the Mothers who sat next to me because the Mother always noticed my misgivings on the city bus - a typical antique car of Yogya, as the history of the colonial era that occurred in Yogyakarta, Yogyakarta, special City.
On the way I saw a group of people circling another group who were carrying a filming set. “There's filming? Is there Zach? Why should I want to know, is that Zach or not? No matter what I am with his barbarity on this earth, anyway I will never be met the universe.” I am increasingly bete, anyway, because the trip has not yet arrived but I have spent half a day just to go to Prambanan Temple.
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*CRAB!
Suddenly someone hit me while running from behind, while I was waiting in line on the streets of Malioboro to wait for the busway. The stop used is still small, so passengers must queue on the sidewalk Malioboro. But my fault, I was standing a little bit to the middle of the road. I don't want to be too claustrophobic standing near the queue. All my modes to see the filming process that is being done.
“Sorry yes Mba, we are filming.” said the woman who was chasing the man who hit me.
I wanted to get upset, but it died down and said: “That's impossible Zach, I'm tired of SD to solve this puzzle. Let it go.”
Soon, the busway came. Entering the busway I was still pensive and trying to remember what I had complained about. From 2009? Indeed yes? I just found out his name this year, why do I feel that way? Did I ever watch him on any other character he played?