A Couple Against
STEP "because a lot of people walk, but they don't go anywhere"
The events that took place in Bu Ani's class were long-tailed. Rama was reported to the chairman of the campus foundation, he was tried with PUKET (general assistant of the campus chairman) and several witness lecturers. His case was accumulated with past violations of Rama. Rama gets a full suspension of one semester. All of his college points in the current semester were dropped. Rama is also prohibited from participating in all student unit activities. UKM Theatre was asked to make an extraordinary deliberation to find a replacement for Rama. Rama is heartbroken. He who is also banned to the sanggar, almost live a day without activities that he thinks are productive and useful. In Rama's mind, being in a city as comfortable as Yogya without any productive activity is the same as suicide. Because the new semester lecture still has to wait three months, and also the production of t-shirt trading is vacuum, then Rama decided to use the time of his suspension to rejuvenate his mind, caring for his conscience and heart filled with hatred for the reality of the city.
Rama went to Rinjani.
Sembalun Pelawangan
“Close, Sir,” greet Rama on a porter passing near where he rests.
“Iya...,” replied the porter spontaneously.
“Pak Bondan?” greet Rama again.
The porter twisted his body which shouldered two baskets with a wooden buffer between his shoulders.
“Jogja Rama?” said Mr. Bondan again after seeing Rama.
Mr. Bondan approached and lowered his body to make sure the person who greeted him.
“Wah's right. Rama Jogja,” said Mr. Bondan again while lowering the logistics basket on his shoulder.
“This Bondan pack, Ck,” said Rama after helping to put the basket that Mr. Bondan brought.
Rama opened his hands wide. Mr. Bondan welcomed him. The two cross-generational companions embraced venting fatigue and longing.
“Rama Jogja...Rama Jogja...,” said Mr. Bondan. His right hand shook tightly Rama while his left hand patted the young boy's arm many times. “How are you doing?”
“Aalhamdulillah's. Well, sir,” replied Rama as he went to find a comfortable sitting position to talk with
Mr Bondan, “take how many guests, sir?” rama said while opening his carrier head.
Rama took out a water bottle and some bread.
“Please, Sir, ” says Rama again.
“Four people,” Mr. Bondan is moving towards his logistic basket. “This...,” he said again while removing his cake stock. “Your favorite is.”
“Wah, pineapple cake made by Si Mother,” said Rama. “I take one Sir. Kangen with Si Ibu jadi.”
“Take. Bring all,” said Mr. Bondan, “that you are looking for children. ‘Kangen Bang Rama Jogja, kangen Bang Rama jogja,’
keep saying,” continued Mr. Bondan with a laugh of his familiarity.
“I miss them too, sir. Tomorrow God willing stop by.”
“Rismanto follow?” Mr. Bondan asked Pejoh.
“I'm alone, Sir.”
“Ohimself. Here you want to go down what up?”
“Guard,Pak. I'm riding from Senaru. Semalem has camped on the lake, this is just here. I want to come here.”
“Tumben up from there? Usually it goes up from Sembalun.
Do you not-don't you still upset with Sembalun path that is not as clean as Senaru?”
“Ah is not so, sir. I want to go through Senaru. Regarding the trash, it was probably because the Sembalun path was more
From a distance, low boisterous guest climber Pak Bondan began to sound closer.
“Already, Sir. We don't look for who's wrong.
What if we blame them, sir. Haha,” said Rama while pointing at a group of climbers.
“Aduh, no. They're my source of income,” Mr. Bondan replied to Rama's joke with a laugh.
“Hello,” one of Mr. Bondan's guests greeted Rama. Four guys. Two men, two women, all carrying a daypack and holding a trekking pole in his left hand.
“Hello,” Mr. Bondan stands up and greets his guests, “please introduction, the man who saved my life years ago. His name is Rama,”
Mr. Bondan introduced Rama.
One by one Mr. Bondan guests greet Rama. After a little telling Rama to his guests, Mr. Bondan rushed up to continue the journey.
“Okay, we have to go,” said Mr. Bondan.
“No, relax first. Take a rest for a minute,” another guest asked Mr. Bondan to keep resting.
“No, we have to move. Sunset, sunset,” Mr. Bondan ordered his guests to continue walking, “Our camp ground
is there, close,” he said again while pointing out where they would set up the tent.
“Duh, actually I'd love to chat longer with you,” Mr. Bondan got up from where he leaned.
“Cause, Sir. I look like it will be a long time here.”
“How long?”
“Don't know sir, I'm not tied to anything in town. I'll be very long here, maybe.”
“Then, we will continue again. Mr. Camping near the turn to the spring there, later we continue to chat when we meet,” said Mr. Bondan again while lifting the logistic basket to his shoulders and hurrying to walk on continuing his duties. Mr. Bondan continues on his way. From a distance, he turned towards Rama and gave the code by showing his finger
that he waited for Rama at camp ground.
Not long. Rama also rushed to prepare himself for the afternoon
in Rinjani. Rama set up a tent on a sloping land not far from where he rested earlier. He faced his tent facing the twilight sun that descended to the back of the hill, in the lower left serong Segara Anak shows its beauty from a distance. Rama chose not to approach the tent of Mr. Bondan because he
not to interfere with Mr. Bondan's work. After all, extraordinary people like Mr. Bondan, who is dressed in flip-flops, covered in T-shirts with a multifunctional glove can be as a towel, a base, a blanket, blankets and so on usually after they set up a tent, make a temporary toilet and cook food for the guests, he said,
they went to bed to rest after a two-day journey, carrying two basecamp baskets to Sembalun branch with the weight of each side of the basket at least the same as the 80L carrier used by Rama.
The family relationship between Mr. Bondan and Rama began from the time Rama helped Mr. Bondan in the events of 2008. Mr. Bondan
mired into the ravine on the path of Senaru. In addition to the difficult and slippery path, at that time the burden on Pak Bondan's basket exceeded the limit
what he usually brings. On that occasion, Pak Bondan's logistics basket
fell to the bottom of the ravine, while Mr. Bondan still survives restrained roots and rocks that reached him. Rama with Pejoh, kala
it just so happened to be not far from where Mr. Bondan fell. They came down to save Mr. Bondan with a rope
carried it. Rama carried Pak Bondan to the Senaru basecamp, while Pejoh walked down first replacing the duty of Mr. Bondan to guide two guests down at that time.
