Visible Loser
ARRIVALS

At the end of Semarang, in front of the famous Dutch Cemetery. For the first time, I managed to set foot in the city.

"Hallo, Dude. How are you ?" greet someone who is on the phone.

"It has arrived apparently.

Ok, now you just take the minibus.

Look for the one in Penggaron's direction. I'll pick it up." he replied.

"OK Sob. Tonggoni Yo !"

After that conversation, I took the time to light a cigarette and began to follow the directions of my best friend.

"Ah... It's so hot this town." My complaint is in my heart.

After waiting for a long time, finally the minibus referred to by my friend also came.

Without thinking, I stopped the minibus, then I climbed it. Then I chose to sit on a pair of empty benches in the second row behind the wheel.

Relaxedly, I enjoyed the atmosphere of the streets of the western end of the city.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahiim.

Rabb, I hope this is the best option for me.

Lay down my path and I beg Rabb, please be glad that I am able to stay longer and useful in this city, O Rabb. Aamiin." here's a piece of my prayer back then.

Not felt, the minibus I was riding had crossed a field and a fairly famous intersection in the city. A large mosque began to appear, he stood firm and majestic facing towards me. Followed by many lines of shopping centers that indicate that I am in the city center.

The minibus kept passing, taking me to my destination that day. In order to get rid of the sense of urgency, I once set my sights on the people inside this minibus.

With a distinctive Javanese accent and with a soft and soft tone when they interact with each other. I concluded that people here are very friendly.

Their language is difficult for me to translate. Because part of my brain feels heavy too, when looking for meaning from their language.

"Maybe, tomorrow or the day after. I would also have such a conversation with my friend's friend." My laughter was deep in my heart.

An hour passed, finally a minibus conductor began to shout into the minibus.

"Content.. Hayo.. Wis press Penggaron ! Penggaron's.. Penggaron !" shouted the conductor.

All passengers who aim the same as me, take a standing position. They were the same as waiting for this minibus to stop and rushing out by taking turns.

Arriving at Penggaron Terminal. I immediately took my phone, to tell my best friend about my arrival.

"Hallo Sob, where are you ? I just got to Penggaron Terminal." Ask me on the phone.

"It's 8 o'clock." she replied.

Having set my sights on the direction of my friend. I finally raised my palm to say hello and hurried over to them.

"Haha... What's up with you Ndre ? Long time no see. Add your handsome." Greet my best friend while hugging me.

"Lu also Broo, your hair is intentionally so in gondrongin huh. Haha." answered me.

"Oh yes, know it.

He's Firdaus, my hostess friend. She's from Blora." Nevi then introduced her friend to me.

"Hallo Bang, I'm Andre." I greeted him as I reached out my hand to be held by him.

"Firdaus, haha.. Don't call it Bang. We are the same age." he replied.

After that, we decided to have a relaxing drink in a coffee shop around the terminal. As I let go of my hunger.

After everything was done, we all rushed out of the place.

(connecting.).