ABHIMANYU WORLD

Civ Chapter. Tour de Bali

My feelings were still raging, when the morning shook Denpasar City. Doni immediately forced to clean up, breakfast, and prepare supplies for the next tour. Sebenatnya still feel lazy, let alone this inn bed is so comfortable, as if I do not want to leave. Unfortunately Doni has been babbling since morning, so I had to hurry myself.

After breakfast, our group departed by using a minibus to our first tourist spot, Uluwatu Beach in South Bali. An exotic beach with steep cliffs, and powerful waves. Many foreign tourists crowded this area. Rows of cafes are perched at the ends of the cliff, offering amazingly beautiful views. Actually I want to explore this tourist spot further, but we must immediately move to the next tourist spot, Tanjung Benoa.

During the trip, we passed Nusa Dua, a prestigious area with a row of five-star hotels, a favorite place for foreign tourists. No wonder, along the way many roaming bule in all places. So, it was almost difficult to tell if I was in Indonesia or somewhere in Europe.

Throughout the day, we visited several places such as Uluwatu Beach, Tanjung Benoa, Sukawati Art Market and ended in Ubud, to further continue the journey to Kuta Beach. Actually the feeling of fatigue whack, but the heart feels happy because it sees many new things that I have never seen before.

At the Sukawati Art Market, I was almost fooled by a statue seller who sold wooden statues at low prices, but clearly different from the goods offered. Fortunately I soon realized. Many - cheap goods in the art market, as long as clever bargain. I bought some Balinese T-shirts, and some souvenirs for souvenirs. Want to buy something for Dahlia, ah but for what? He's not who I am!

I saw Doni buy some Balinese fabrics and a lady dress. The parasite looked happy, while showing off the items he bought.

“Make Monik!” abugn.

I snort. The monik? He deliberately showed it before my eyes. It's actually pretty sad, but that's okay. I bought souvenirs for my mother and Weni, so that I could someday tell her that I had set foot on the island of the gods. Unfortunately, I can't take them right now.

In addition to Sukawati Art Market, we also visited Ubud, which is famous for its terraced rice fields. The location of the rice fields like this is reminiscent of Jombang, hometown. The wind of the paddy field caressed the hair, flying at a small memory in the past, as I saw the girl's face blushing among the yellowing clumps of rice.

Laracati.

This heart begins to soften. Baras is not a bad girl. Soft and simple, impeccable. I don't know why I took so much longer to build feelings with him. All this time, I've thought of her as a little sister more than someone special. Just like Dahlia who also thinks I'm a sister. It's really complicated in my opinion. Even the task of the calculus is not this complicated.

By dusk, we had reached Kuta Beach to see the beautiful sunset. Before heading to this famous beach, we passed the Kuta Shopping Centre, a row of luxury shops that offer merchandise at exorbitant prices. Sure, the price offered is not friendly for thin pockets like us.

As usual, the Kuta area is crowded with tourists from various countries. Everyone gathers by the beach to let go of the sun, and revels in the evening.

Bali is exotic. A little bit of this mind becomes fresh again after being hit by various problems. If this is the case, it feels lazy to return to Surabaya which is full of problems. I feel comfortable on this island, even though the money in the wallet is very mediocre. The island offers the beauty of the beaches, atmosphere, culture, and the exotic dynamics of life. I feel very amused.

The night began to greet this small island. This body feels tired because all day around Bali. I offered my body in bed, enjoying the noodles in a cup. I had tasted chicken betutu earlier this afternoon, so now it's time to return to the tastes of boarding children. Instant noodles studded with seasonings full of flavoring and preservatives. Good food is worth fitting, but still delicious in the mouth.

“Tok our agenda where?” ask Doni while changing the TV channel with the remote.

“Lack of knowing too. Where I'm going. In my opinion, as long as in Bali, all the places look beautiful. If I may, I want to stay here, I murmured.

“Just imagine if you get a Balinese girl, then build a house on this island, every day you will feel the holidays,”ujar Doni.

“Bali Girl? The only Balinese girl I know is Ayu, the son of Architectural Engineering who became a member in the English club,”.

Doni was watching television while his mouth was chewing on the corn chips we bought earlier this afternoon at a supermarket. So these eyes are sleepy, but it feels unwilling to miss this precious opportunity. I want to enjoy every moment.

“Iya day after. Wh why? Are you the same as Monik?” my many.

“Ngak. Just that I was on campus was also a bit troublesome because there was a project I worked on with the lecturer. He called me this afternoon to ask where I was. I do not answer if I am again in Bali, I answer if I have family needs in Pasuruan,”, said Doni with a sneaky smile.

“The same thing Don. My final job is still hanging. My guidance counselor called me several times, but I didn't pick up. I'm sure after this he'll be furious. But that's okay, we need a vacation like this, right Don?” my many.

Doni just gnawed. At least, the atmosphere of Bali made me forget a little about the problems I faced.

Drrrttt .. drrrttt....

Phone's vibrating. I'm guessing this is a call from Dahlia or Darwis. It feels lazy if the call really comes from them. I looked at the phone screen, not the two of them, but Laras. What is the importance of the telephone? Is he going to explain everything? That's not necessary in my opinion.

“Iya, Laras ...,” my sap lazily.

“Mas Abi where? I'm in Mas Abi's contract. But how lonely is it? There is no one yes. Mas Abi is fine, right?” ask Laras blindly.

“I'm good, Ras. Don't worry,” I said.

Doni glanced, smiling. Because I felt uncomfortable, I moved out of the room so that Doni could not steal our conversation.

“Alright, Mas. I read my message yesterday, right?” ask Laras.

“Oh, that's it. Sorry I haven't been able to respond. A little busy I'm here,” I replied.

“Oh, it's okay Mas. I delivered a little gift from my mother to you. There was also a message from my father. He said ask for real work first, just returned to the village.”

“I don't want to go back to the village, Ras!” I said quickly.

“Loh why?”

“I want to venture to faraway places, Race. I want to walk the other side of the world, Ras. My ideals are so.”

“Wah why not get married first?” ask Laras.

Be married? Are you kidding me? If the only candidate lives in Laras, then it is necessary for me to look at the other side of the world, and explore a lot of experience. Who knows, this insight will be wide open. If I stay in the village, then I can be sure I will be a farmer struggling with the mud of the rice fields every day.

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