Getting Married Late

#49

This chapter is 90% Narrative.

ALULA POV'S

Atif is now opening a small convection. He took pieces of cloth from a large convection and sewed himself at home. There are 2 people who help him work, As an ironer and bone obras, 1 more also sew like him.

Sometimes when he picks you up from college, also all take pieces of cloth from his boss who is located in the same direction. Sometimes I take it to a location far away. There are three places, not just one boss.

Usnul also has been able to pursue me, he has been getting stimulation. Her husband-to-be is still one village with Arifin, just different villages.

Many of my classmates were married, including Ms. Him and Mas Rowi.

Last week, we and Mr. Den discussed about PKL, more precisely about the streets after PKL.

The purpose of our PKL is MIN Malang and MAN Malang, he asked us after PKL finished we want a vacation in Malang all together or want to go to Bali. If still in Malang do not add costs, while if to Bali, we only add 150 thousand rupiah.

Of course, almost all students want a vacation to Bali, and indeed many of us have never set foot on the island of the Gods. So that the holiday decision after our PKL to Bali.

Bali I'am coming's.

As usual, at half-seven o'clock in the morning should be in front of the campus, because seven o'clock the bus that took us had left.

I put my backpack with my clothes in the trunk of a bus parked on the side of a highway in front of campus, I don't have a suitcase yet. I got on and got on the bus.

In each seat is available a bag of canklong, uh sling bag that means, block note and ballpoint for participants. We can choose the seat we like. I sat on the 3rd row of seats from the front near the right window. Not long after that, Imas sat down next to me.

"I'm sitting with Lula?" tanya Imas pleaded.

"Yes, it's okay. Free." I replied.

From Pekalongan there are two Armada, for Regency and city. The total number is 9 Armada that brought us, Pekalongan Regency, Pekalongan City, Batang Regency, Kendal, Kudus, Jepara, Pati, Rembang and Semarang itself.

Before the departure, Mr. Den led a prayer ride in a vehicle together and gave advice to us to be careful in every word and deed during the later we are in Bali.

Buses depart from their respective areas, but still 1 travel agency. We gathered at lunchtime at a restaurant in Solo. There we rested to eat and pray.

The journey resumed, during the trip I just fell asleep. At half-five in the afternoon we arrived at Garuda Malang Hotel. Me and my friends headed to my room. One room has 4 people.

I was about to take a shower, I happened to be on my prayer break. After taking a shower and changing clothes I went out of the room, I saw there were already many queues to take dinner. Afraid of not a side dish, I also queued in the back row. I finally had dinner before night.

At night, there was a briefing from Dapak Dosen in the hotel Ballroom. But since the room was full, I followed him in the back seat, not knowing what the contents of the briefing were.

Early in the morning around seven o'clock we were dressed neatly with jaz alma mater wrapped in our bodies, breakfast was not ready. We went out to the hotel to enjoy the coolness of the city.

In front of the hotel there are already food vendors typical souvenirs Malang, such as apple chips, purple yam cremes and so forth. I have not been interested in buying because our destination is still 4 days away including today.

We are photos in front of the hotel, not selfies yes, but photos with a cellphone or digital camera for those who bring it. No one had an Android phone at the time.

PKL activities in two Madrasahs ended until four in the afternoon. After that the bus group left Malang City to Ketapang Banyuwangi Port.

Upon entering the harbor, one of the buses from our group was pelting its windshield with stones. Apparently according to people, the bus with the police number had hit a child to death.

We got off the bus and walked to the ferry. The time has shown at 12 pm when we arrived at the 3rd floor which is the ferry canteen. I sat in the row of chairs provided.

I was on the boat for the first time, apparently shaking. The atmosphere was very gripping, there were foreign men who kept looking at us. I saw the clock on my HP, it turns out in the middle of the sea changed itself, but it was already showing at 12, why now back to 11?

Suddenly I peed, the toilet was on the left side of the back. I went in and closed the door. The wind was blowing very fast, and I felt the ship getting smelly. I had not finished cleaning suddenly the door opened itself, I pushed the door hard and I locked it again. I finished cleaning and returned to the seat.

30 Minutes later we arrived at the Port of Gilimanuk Bali. We got off the boat and walked towards the mainland, We stopped to wait for our bus to arrive. We got on the bus when our bus arrived. The bus leaves the port.

At 4am we arrived at Soka Beach. We transit on the beach to perform prayer and shower, of course the queue is very long.

After I take a shower, I put my dirty clothes and my backpack in the bus trunk. A lot of people then wear the green toska jaz, therapy I did not find my friends. I just found Nina on the bus with me.

"Nin, alone? Where's guys?" I asked Nina.

"They said on the beach, Ma'am." replied Nina. "We just follow this road yuk, Ma'am." invite him to point the road that steps down.

"Come," Sahutku.

The two of us went down the path in parallel. On the left and right side of the road I saw there were statues and offerings, indicating that I had set foot on the island of Bali.

"Back Lula, Nina Stop!" Suddenly someone shouted.

It turns out that Mbak Izah and friends on the beach are taking pictures.

"Stop there are no photos." cried Sister Izah again.

Kamip quit.

Me and Nina

After all the participants gathered on the bus, we were taken to the restaurant for breakfast. I started to feel my throat hurt when I got on the bus, especially when the AC was turned on. To ease the pain, I ate the candy I brought from home.

We were in a restaurant. We had breakfast at a Muslim restaurant. Restaurants that have collaborated with tour and travel. 30 minutes we spent there.

When leaving the restaurant, on the bus we already have a Tour guide named I Putu Satya. We call him Bli Putu, wkwkwk. Someone's crying, "Buy the daughter, Bang."

Our first goal is a pilgrimage to the tomb of a woman who contributed to the spread of Islamic teachings on the island of Bali. Putu tells about Bali and the history of Bali. Then he told me about the character of Raden Ayu Pemecutan or Raden Ayu Siti Khotijah.

From the parking lot to the tomb complex, we have to walk approximately 100 meters. Arriving at the tomb complex, I did not go inside, because women who were menstruating were forbidden to enter. Those of us who are lost are just waiting outside.

After the completion of the pilgrimage bus and tour guide takes us to a giant statue complex GWK (Garuda Wisnu Kencana)

this is a picture of Mbak Izah when in GWK, my photo has faded🤭🤭, once a giant statue of Lord Vishnu and Garuda bird has not been put together, do not know now what kayak.

After from GWK, we are escorted to the center of Balinese souvenirs namely Galuh Art Shop. We'll be there until four in the afternoon. I bought Dayak embroidery Shoes, key chains and some beaded bracelets for souvenirs.

I happened to room with Mbak Izah, Bu Fatthiyah, and Bu Kartini.

Ms. Kartini was my teacher while sitting on the bench MTs, while Ms. Fatthiyah I had been taught by her in class VI Madrasah ibtidaiyah.

Ms. Kartini is a 3-year-old widow, her husband a soldier who died shortly after her grandmother's funeral. Still in the cemetery he collapsed and apparently died.

Ms. Kartini always sleeps by holding a prayer beads belonging to her late husband for dhikr. And tonight she can't sleep because her prayer beads are left at home, pity her.

Mbak Izah offered the prayer beads he brought, maybe it could help. Bu Kartini also accepted it, he tried to recite by holding grain by grain prayer beads owned by Mbak Izah. He finally fell asleep too.

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Second day on the island of Bali,

The morning in front of the hotel has lined up barong t-shirt sellers and friends. I think the price of goods here is expensive, because the factory is mostly in Java. It turns out that the price is an average of ten thousand rupiahs.

I bought five pieces with different types, 1 tee shirt, 3 child t-shirt suits and 1 wrinkle negligee for babies.

This morning, our first destination was to head to Tampak Siring Palace. From the hotel where we stayed it took 1 hour to get to this palace.

This palace is located in Tampak Siring Village, Tampak Siring District, Gianyar Regency, Bali. In this palace, we can feel the coolness and see the atmosphere of the throne of the number one person in the republic.

Tampak Siring Palace is the only palace built after Indonesia's independence. It was President Soekarno who initiated it. Tampak Siring Palace is located in a hilly area, above an altitude of 700 meters above sea level.

I don't know why I got goosebumps when I entered it.🤣🤣🤣

After being satisfied around Tampak Siring Palace, we will immediately get on the bus, what a scourge atmosphere for me, because my candy is up.

"Gold, you got candy, don't you?" ask me about Imas. "My throat hurts when the bus is running, if I eat a little candy. But my candy is over." I said.

"Yes yes, Ms. Lula. Mbak Lula's voice is running out like nyinden, even though on the bus has not sung even once" said Imas confirmed my speech. "Well, someone still has no candy, pity this Lula Ma'am. His voice runs out because of AC allergy." Imas exclaimed to his friends.

Alhamdulillah, although the remnants of candy collected there are ten grains, appreciable.

"Thank you guys, park" I said in a hoarse voice.

From Tampaksiring Palace we were taken to a beach.

Does anyone know what beach this is?

This is dreamland beach.

What makes us embarrassed here, there is an umbrella tent with the same mat we occupy, it turns out to have people and rented.

Because the atmosphere was so hot, we decided to go back to the parking lot. We waited for friends to gather there, sitting on the grass by the roadside.

I didn't take any photos, afraid of the outcome. 🤭🤭🤭

After all the participants had gathered in the bus, no one was absent. The bus was ready to take us to our next destination.

I opened my phone, there was a message from Mas Husnan.

[If you stop by the joger, you have more money, please buy a joger t-shirt, then change it when you get home.]

Why not just leave?my inner.

I replied to my brother's message briefly.

[Yes]

send.

We were brought to the center of Joger's souvenirs, the factory of words. While waiting in line, officers checked the contents of our bags. At that time I was carrying nail clippers, he confiscated my nail clippers.

"Later to be taken in the security post, Ma'am" he said, I nodded in agreement.

I went in, we were there long. While looking around I also thought, weighing the contents of my wallet. Satisfied to see the price listed, I only took 2 pieces of white T-shirts size L Mas Husnan and one for Izur, if not for Atif.

After paying at the cashier the t-shirt I picked up, I got out of the gallery.

Outside I met with Bu Sri and other friends who invited me to choose shirts at shops around joger. I waited outside the shop. A few moments later someone told, from here to Kuta Beach can ride a similar vehicle odong-odong that has been going back and forth through the road in front of the joger.

I also think, we took the vehicle with the cost of only Three Thousand Rupiah once a round, from the joger complex to Kuta Beach, later back to the joger again.

Arriving at Kuta Beach, I just stood looking at the ocean and the Caucasians who were sunbathing there.

As the day wore on, we decided to go back to the jogger. We went back to the odong-odong vehicle, but the driver was different.

When we go home, the road we go through is different from the previous road. Rows of sovenir sellers lined up there. Initially I thought it was just an ordinary sovenir, until Bu Sri pointed to the hordes of sovenir hanging in each shop, the shape was like a quality, or a son of sambal, after I watched carefully,

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, my holy eyes are tarnished." I cried.

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