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Episodes 160. Two Sejoli Enjoy Soto Semarang

Initially the meeting at the station was a little nervous and pounding. Both are equally not

so bad at these first things. Rakasiwi rubbed her nose several times. Subsequent to

greet each other. Direct blank. What else Prita. The earthquake in his chest made him unable to

hearing what Rakasiwi said. Rakasiwi did not say

anything. Only his mouth murmured, oh this is the city of Semarang?

A few seconds both of them were silent, misbehaved, staring back and forth and here. Thankfully

the next moment Prita woke up. "We find a place to eat first, while chatting and

rest, yuk."

"Oh right, I-I haven't had breakfast, just had a glass of milk, just realized

if the stomach is rumbling."

Prita smiled, then took Rakasiwi out of the station.  In front of many stations

taxi waiting for passengers. The girl took Rakasiwi up, while she said

their purpose to the rider.

"OK."

Said the taxi driver.

"Will this city of Semarang be big too huh? and the traffic is also like in Jakarta."

Rakasiwi looked left and right. The atmosphere of Semarang is warm and pleasant.

"Iya dong, Semarang city is the fifth largest city after Jakarta, Surabaya, Medan

and Bandung."

"Yes you were right Pus..."

Rakasiwi why so can not say the word Puspita, he was embarrassed. Even if on a mobile phone

very smooth.

Prita looked at Rakasiwi. "What's? was like hearing Pus? why not continue anyway? indeed

cats."

The girl misah-misuh, making a manyun of her lips. Rakasiwi rubbed her palms,

like father abu rub who just sold his wares to mothers.

'Why are you so nervous? is it because the first two ways are ya?'

Rakasiwi was still rubbing her palms together, usually she became calm after

do that thing.

"Em, cobain soto typical of Semarang?"

Prita looked at the young man next to her, who looked cool and calm, her legs raised next door

on the taro on his thighs, just like his father when he was sitting on the sofa, the soles of his feet

wagging.

"Yes, I want to try soto and other special foods."

They had a conversation about culinary Semarang city. Famous of course

bangkong Soto.  The taste of the soto is really distinctive. It is a typical chicken soto of Semarang.

The use of chicken kampung makes the taste savory and delicious. The appearance is clear, the contents

soun, bean sprouts, tomatoes, and slices of bountiful chicken meat. It can also be beef.

The rice is usually put directly into the soto. If you want to be separated, you have to

order on his servant. Because the dish was simple, the rice was directly included

into the bowl along with the chicken and vegetables. Enjoying warm

it's really delicious.

And finally they stopped at a place to eat, fortunately the place was big

and has a lot of tables, even the owner has made two levels, so that

more customers can devour semarang soto. Prita and Rakasiwi chose

place and both shook the body. A moment to enjoy the atmosphere, until the waiter

approach, put extra food. Asking for orders

is soto with beef or chicken?. Prita looked at Rakasiwi.

"Em, just chicken."

"Ok, two medium chicken bowl soto."

Prita also ordered two drinks of orange juice."

There are three option bowls to enjoy the Soto Semarang, a small, medium and

large. Adjusted to the needs only. While waiting for soto to be made, para

visitors can enjoy tempe mendoan, quail egg satay, brains to

the crispy fry.

Before long the order has appeared, because the material has been prepared

just taro the rice and insert the sauce, menaro lime pieces

and directly taken to the customer.

Prita raised her face, 'Pita? why be a piece of rowdy yes.'

The girl raised her eyebrows. The feeling that whatsapp is always complete is not

less anything. But let it be, he was also unable to say the word

camam in front of the man who has been shaking his loneliness all along.

"Welcome to enjoy Soto Semarang mmm..."

Prita restrained her smile, while blushing lime into her bowl.

"Hem, delicious and fresh, good!"

Rakasiwi bribes with voraciously, fruiting food and fresh flavor

arouse his taste. Both are drowned by the taste of Semarang soto

that's delicious. The portions are fitting, so that for a moment the soto is already toilet.

"Alhamdulillah, so good sotonya, until ludes nih ha ha ha ha."

Rakasiwi laughs at her spending soto without any rest.

"Can you do it again, will you? little bowl?"

"No, I'm full enough."

While Prita finished his meal, Rakasiwi looked at his phone

and looking for something. He smiled and nodded his head.

It turns out that in the city there are already five branches of the cafe Men Idol. He wants to invite

Prita to the city's Idol Men's cafe. Maybe on the second day.

After enjoying lunch in the warm atmosphere of Semarang, they

continue journey. Rakasiwi invites Prita to look for the mosque because it has been

dhuhur prayer time. A little later, because I was very hungry. Racasic

at first he looked at some other young men who were going to pray

Rakasiwi offered to pray in congregation, and he became his priest.

Others agreed.

Rakaat first to fourth, goes smoothly until finally greetings.

Seen from behind, Rakasiwi changed her seat and prayed. Prita too

pray and ask his Lord for the best

her life. He also asked to be allowed to play with men

that made her fall in love for the first time. Fall in love

because Rabbnya. He gives that feeling of liking, love and feeling

dear. Aamiin. Prita rubbed her face. He looked ahead of Rakasiwi

it was gone, it seemed like it had gone out and was waiting for him outside.

"Ke Lawang Sewu yuk, want to know mumpung in Semarang."

Before long the two had gone down the road to Lawang Sewu, or building

thousand doors. It is located in the heart of Semarang.  Prita himself though almost

two years in the city of Semarang have not been able to go to that place. So he

just as blind as Rakasiwi about the building called building thousand

doorway.

"Is it true that there are a thousand doors?"

Rakasiwi was curious, it was just a name. The building door is

so many hundreds of doors and windows are large and sturdy. Doorways

these and the windows make the building look dashing and charismatic.

It turns out that the Lawang Sewu building was originally the headquarters of the train company

the oldest fire in Indonesia. It was once a haunted place because it was abandoned. Moments

it became one of the tourist destinations. Rakasiwi and Prita spent time there.

After getting tired, Rakasiwi said she would take Prita to her boarding house and then return

to the hotel he has been booking since from Jokja. A trip to the hostel around

campus is far away. Through hills and valleys, when daylight is visible

as a green sight that makes the eyes cool. But if the night is good

also spooky. Fortunately, students around the campus are

their needs are there. From food to health. Lots of people

opening a business to serve the needs of students who are abroad.

　

　

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