ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter CII: Journey to The Heaven

I bought a bus ticket to Denpasar. Now I have sat sweet without worrying to go to the eastern part of Java Island. I sat in the middle seat relaxing while listening to the earphones that I put on my ears. I deliberately did not choose sad songs belonging to Desi Ratnasari or Didi Kempot, but I chose rancak songs belonging to the Backstreet Boys that can make the head nod along with the music that stomped.

I'm not alone. Next to me, there was Doni chewing gum non-stop. How's the story going he's here? Of course, I have no intention of inviting this sharp mouth. Unfortunately, when I packed, he caught sight of her, even had time to search with various questions.

“Kok weird Bi? What are you suddenly in need of a holiday to Bali? You are doing the final task. Hm. Something must have happened, right? What hayo?” cecar Doni's.

“Not exist. Want to go for a walk again!” my answer was short, not so concerned with the question.

“That's what I said was weird! Usually you are the busiest creature in the world to not think about the streets. How come there are plans for a walk? Far away the goal. Bali men! Do you know the travel routes in Bali?” doni Flocked again.

“Again!”

“Well, do you want to hang out there? Yes, your face looks like a bum but does not need to be emphasized by being a bum too!”

Doni began to carry out acts of humiliation that were heartbreaking. I don't give a shit. There's no use serving it. At the end when my stuff was ready, he sulked asking to come along. He's actually lazy to come, but I think it might be safer for Doni to come along. All my life, I only knew Bali from the book Atlas Indonesia. Even if I get lost, at least there are friends.

“Ya already, you can come! With notes, self-paying accommodation, all self-paying needs!” ketus.

“Don't pay by yourself! Just so I can do it!” doni Cibir.

“Seriously you want to pay me?” askaku expectantly.

“Short of! I just said doang. Pay by yourself, according to the initial agreement!”

You shucks!

The bus drove out of Surabaya along the north coast of Java to the east. It was a long journey, but I tried to enjoy it with all my heart. The curse of Doni. I'm actually sleepy too. A long trip like this, he wanted to sleep during the trip. This bus is scheduled to arrive at Ketapang Port in the early hours of the morning, and cross to Gilimanuk Port at dawn. So early in the morning will arrive in Denpasar City, a completely foreign city.

I woke up when the bus left Probolinggo, heading for Baluran Forest. I looked outside, so dark and silent. Same with the atmosphere on the bus. Almost all passengers were asleep. I dyed. The air conditioner that was installed on the chair felt biting on the skin, so I got the jacket tight. Doni was also immersed in his dream.

In the early hours of the morning, the bus arrived at Ketapang Port, Banyuwangi. Even in the early hours, the atmosphere is still very crowded. Many people were still queuing to cross by ferry to the opposite island. Because on the seafront, the wind was blowing pretty hard. I waited while sitting with Doni, while the downstream noodle seller offered his merchandise. Do not ask the price of food in this area, can reach many times.

“What time until Bali?” ask Doni.

which “Bali? If Gilimanuk Port is here for a moment. But if you go to the tourist spot is a bit long. After from Gilimanuk, we take another bus to Denpasar,”.

“Went from Denpasar where?”

“Well, it's me who doesn't know yet. Ntar we go for a walk, who knows if there is something to ask us for help,” I replied.

“Kirain you have a travel agent, then someone picked us up and sent us to the hotel,” lamented Doni.

“Well, we're backpackers. So we go on as we please. The hotel problem is easy. There are many inns or hotels. We look for the cheap ones. A lot of time outside rather than inside,”.

“Yes too yes. Though I had shadowed the hotel that has a swimming pool, we can continue to soak the same bule-bule it,” continued Doni.

“Ngayal ah!”

It was the turn of departure of the ferry that carried our bus to the Port of Gilimanuk. Slightly wary of boarding the ship, because it must maintain balance. The waves are quite large in the morning, dancing to make the floor of the ship bobbing. This head is dizzy, thus triggering stomach nausea. I see Doni has absolutely no effect on that.

“Later if the ship has not felt the way,” he said while leaning on the railing deck, staring at the sea that stretches in front. The island of Bali is close, but actually very far away.

The ferry we were on was very busy. Immediately the ship drove breaking waves towards the direction of the Island of Gods. The sea breeze wafts toying with hair. Slowly, I saw the Ketapang Port getting smaller. Soon we landed on an alien land, a piece of heaven left on earth.

Arriving at the Port of Gilimanuk, we immediately continued our journey to Denpasar City. Turns out the journey is still quite far, so tired still feels settled in the legs. I enjoyed this trip though. Wandering on a whole new land is a challenge for me. Especially with limited capital like this. Thankful that Doni will accompany.

The gloomy shadows about Surabaya and all its problems are slowly fading replaced with a new atmosphere. The dahlia and all its intricacies also began to be forgotten. I haven't activated a cell phone since the dark incident at the mall. As soon as I opened, dozens of messages came in so I was almost overwhelmed reading them.

There was a message from Mr. Kusumo asking about the progress of the Final Task. I feel guilty in my heart too. He was so considerate, but I even left the holidays like this. This is not the holiday season. So I didn't respond to his message.

The most important is the message from Dahlia, the essence of which is an apology and various explanations from him. He said that all this time kept his relationship with Darwis a secret because it kept my feelings. Anji*do with it all!

There is, in fact, the most shocking part of all the messages I have received, which are some messages from Laras. Ah, tumben once Laras sent a message. Usually if there is a need for him to call directly. I read the message from Laras. The message is short, but it is connected to several messages, such as sending letters.

“Mas Abi, earlier I apologize if I had to send a message because your HP is not active. I was asked to help Ms. Dahlia to contact you. He told me everything, Mom. Honestly, I'm really sad that Mas Abi is like this.”

That was my first message to read. What the hell is it?

“Actually all this time I was wrong, Mas. Please forgive me yes. Me and Ms. Dahlia have actually exchanged phone numbers for a long time. I confess to Ms. Dahlia that we have been betrothed, and I ask Ms. Dahlia not to get too close to you, Mas.”

The deg!

Heart rumbles.

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