Drizzle Dusk

Two hearts #episode23

Settling himself in a hotel room in the Malioboro area Ryuji Sata looks tired with the length of the trip that took him from Haneda airport to Jakarta, the plane transit makes his head a little dizzy.

In addition, while at the airport Adi Sucipto Tomo , Tom Ryu called her, saying it would be in Yogyakarta early in the morning.

because today there was something urgent so couldn't pick up Ryu at the airport.

The sound of the gamelan ringing typical of Javanese musical instruments is heard from the early lobby of the hotel entrance.

I don't know why Ryu felt his hair standing up at this moment.,

Paranoid, she finally got out of bed and took a shower.

Wearing T-shirts and jeans and Vans shoes he walked down the hotel lobby located not far from the center of Malioboro.

His reddish wet hair, fresh white skin, so attracted the eyes of tourists and people around him.

Leisurely walking Ryu has apparently become the lips of local girls who are amazed, glaring, smiling and even opening his mouth in awe of the good looks of his face.

wearing a white gold necklace without a pendant, expensive watches and hats from famous brands make Ryu look different from the many foreign tourists who look backpacker when in Indonesia.

Not infrequently Asian tourists and even Europeans who spread there also look amazed by his figure,

korean actors, state representative sports athletes, singers, so that the band members become their guesses who are still fun to follow every gig Ryu on the street corner., he said.,

this guy, this guy,

just acting funny without a smile on his face.

Her eyes were fixed on the girl who was the same age and braided her long hair like Lara Croft, reminding Ryu of her twilight self who always had a different hairstyle every day.

Instantly his spirit rose when he thought for a moment ,

one more step ,

he'll meet her, he'll,

kissed her, kissed her,

hugged it, hugged it,

Ryu pursed his forehead,.

all those shadows were so painful to think about again.

Dark gray swirling in the sky Malioboro, that afternoon. walking down a dense area, there. appears lined with batik batik sellers and various souvenir knacks there. Culinary hawker area, the sound of laughter and noise of people who speak, yelling using Javanese dialect. ,

making Ryu smile.

he's happy 'cause this time he's really here.

in Indonesia.

a place that was never at all interesting in his life to go to.

a place that is so enthusiastic in seeing it from the latest iPhone mobile browser, tracing each uniqueness and things that have never existed in Tokyo.

Walking holding and grinding a silent horse into a delman puller, the owner of the horse looks father father half old who is waiting for the customer to ride his delman, so he gets the money.

pennies.

akhhhhhhhhhhh,,

Ryu almost forgot, though,.

after asking several places he entered a money changer inside a Mall in the area.

A few pieces of Yen belonged to him, turning into a large pile of red and blue colored money .

Ryu went and tried to sit in a long coffee place.

coffee shop.

almost as much as in his country.

trying to familiarize himself he tried to communicate with English which was greeted by hand sign language, and the laughter of some people who broke because they did not understand what Ryu meant.

even so Ryu was happy because he felt the Indonesian people were so friendly to him.

Angkringanese.

well, that's where Ryu was sitting in the corner of the long bench and smoking his cigarette, paying attention to whatever was around him,

the sound of dangdut music, mixed Sari, laughter of people, the tone of speech that screams, because of the noise and crowds along this Malioboro street.

it instantly fades by itself when it is heard loudly Alunan Adhan from the loudspeakers of the local worship house.

So syahdu., so.,

Ryu heard the cold and shahdu tone in his heart.

not never know, though.,

ever since Izmir the little Turkey Ryu had gotten used to it.

although from childhood to adulthood religion is not a top priority in his life. But he's starting to feel another touch here.

It is clear how she got married in Tokyo's largest Muslim house of worship.

previously, he had tried to recognize and change beliefs when married first.

It's no problem for him.

All these things are so new in Ryu's life.

Back in the hotel lobby when it gets dark, video call with her mama Ryu back to the room to rest,.

🔸🔸

In a large fish pond and plots, there are many types of freshwater fish that are cultivated there.

At Rumah pak Hadi, who is the village head in the twilight village, Pak Hadi is none other than one of the rich people there who have acres of rice fields, ' he said ,

Pras worked for him for a while, because Pras had previously passed the selection to enter Gajah Mada university in Yogyakarta, but because his mother was sick and still had to seek regular treatment every month, he said., had to give up his ideals and choose the tuition money made funds for his mother's treatment whose body often drop when the medicine runs out.

Dusk brought a large container of chicken eggs that he took from his papa chicken farm. after sorting which ones are worth selling and the rest will be taken home.

now Dusk will return to the house which is not far from home.

passing through the green rice that began to grow, a long path on the side of the rice fields, making dusk so enjoy the cold that began to come., he said.,

the cloudy sky began to come shrouding,.

but behind the vast expanse of banana gardens behind his house, a stretch of tomato and chili trees that seemed to grow healthily.

Tekkkkk, though,.

the sound of twilight slightly tripped over the grass roots and clung tightly to the rambutan tree on the side of the rice field.

"watch.."

Pras tried to hold the twilight arm holding the egg container which made him reflect on dropping some gourami fish that had been tied lengthwise.

" akh..!! "

" you don't have to, heart of heart,. "

Pras began to pick up the fish that had fallen on the ground and glanced towards the twilight that looked dreamy and tangent.

" thank God, almost, "the twilight breathed a sigh of relief because it was about to fall.

well, he's thinking about Ryu.

he's in Yogya now.

just waiting for the time, whether tomorrow, the day after tomorrow,

he'll be in his village soon.

also some arguments that occur in his house. , the hard arguments heard from Aunt and her grandfather make the twilight become sad.but the word grandmother most scared him half to death. , if that's true he'll feel guilty his whole life.,

but he has made a decision.,

a decision that he does not want to change,

iota,.

whatever,.

anyhow,.

won't change., though.,

it stays like 3 months ago.

same ., same .,

unchanged., though.,

" come in, do not daydream too much." said Pras.when they have arrived in front of the twilight house.

" uhhhmmmm, I'm fine.."

" what happened,,"

" no, no no no "

"but your eyes cannot lie" Pras said,

dusk turned towards Pras, who,

"i'll wait for you, until you're really ready.."

"prasss.." said twilight.

like not wanting to hear the twilight speech Pras went with a wind bike parked there.

Drizzling grains began to descend in the gray sky,,

A moment of silent twilight, somehow the feeling of his heart was now.,

she can't even cry anymore,

" you should have chosen me " said Pras, who began pedaling his bike in a drizzle in the touching hours of that afternoon.

Waking up when in the lyrics of a luxury watch in his hand, time shows at 9 pm wib.

with her stomach ringing with hunger, Ryu heads to the bathroom and prepares to eat.

After eating at the hotel cafe, Ryu came to the noise of what was so cheering and good to hear.

it turns out there are street buskers who are surrounded by many people, tourists, foreign and local, seen singing, dancing to follow the strains of songs.

not a few who laughed, recording this event with his cellphone, he said,

akh, apparently the jogya street musician in front of Mall Malioboro is so famous here.

not wanting to miss the opportunity, Ryu tried to video call with Papa Sata who looked enthusiastically.

Little night Ryu has joined some of the foreign tourists he meets there.

Sitting on a bench lined up by the side of Malioboro road, Ryu noticed about , his eyes fixed on the middle-aged couple, riding a wind bike, both with his wife.

around the bike that his wife rode in the boncegan, carrying a lot of woven bamboo with various shapes.

His heart was amazed to see it.

the husband gave his wife a bottle of water to drink and the wife looked happy smilingly wiping her husband's sweaty forehead from exhaustion, apparently they were a pair of hawkers.

Ryu's conscious,

money and possessions are not the keys to happiness, but love.

even the poor deserve to have love and affection.,

for example, the couple Ryu sees, they want to fight together, even in simplicity they love each other.

Akhhh, Ryu was anxious to cry, but shedding tears was not his way.

he understood more and more that handsome face, all the money and possessions he had, he said,

meaningless, though,

worthless, though,,

if he had to lose the most valuable person in his life.

twilight.

that's the main reason.

that'sallthatis.

that'sthat's all.