ISTIKHARAH LOVE

Introductions

The sky had shone again after the heavy rain that had just flushed the city of Yogyakarta subsided.

Me and my two friends continued their journey to visit a place in the city.

For several days we deliberately not to use private vehicles that have been provided by local government agencies, none other than , not , because we want to feel the hospitality of the people of Jogja that we are not necessarily able to get in a metropolitan city like Jakarata that we incandesce every day.

along the way many funny, unique, sad and even inflating events that we have met.

from starting to stay at home residents, who we had never known before, eat at a roadside stall, and the most memorable is riding public transportation, such as andong and rickshaw.

True said foreign tourists.. “jogja with all its uniqueness and simplicity always gives an unforgettable impression, which makes anyone who set foot in this place feel at home.”.

this is just on the way, I don't know what else we will feel and meet upon our arrival at the destination later.

Jhonatan or everyone used to call me Jojo, I am currently carrying out my last assignment as a medical student at one of the universities in Jakarta.

my mother and father separated when I was 18. At the age of me who is still young and of course is entering a phase that really needs support, guidance and advice parents.

my life is very concerning.

but as long as you know, I have never tasted a bit, all I seek is self-satisfaction, because here and with them I feel there is a family figure again present in my life.

they were not awkward to accept me here, and they also encouraged me to return to continue my education that had stalled.

I dropped out of college for a few semesters because I was depressed.

But it was all over after my Uncle had a Heart Attack and had to leave me for the rest of the night.

Yes, my uncle took care of me when my mother and father left.

After all these dark events, I began to reorganize my new life, without the guidance of a mother, father or uncle.

Now that I am 25 years old, I can almost finish my studies that have been interrupted.

Together with the two loyal friends accompanying in joy and sorrow, I will carry out my final task of doing health services in one of the districts in D.I Yogyakarta

Gunung Kidul became the choice of all of us, because according to the information we got, the mountain is a plateau but classified as barren, and far from the city center, so that health services there were limited, too, and we are mandated to serve and serve the Citizens of the Community there, before we really have to practice at the General Hospital in Jakarta.

Initially I was assigned to the Banten area, but because there were one thing or another, I finally applied to be transferred to GunungKidul.

Not because of anything, but I once incised good memories on Mount Kidul. because I happened to live and live there for more than 2 years. And I want to go back to nostalgia there, even though maybe no one will recognize me and me otherwise. Until now still remembered the beautiful memories I had passed in that place.