Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapters 94. Stranded in Jogja

"Mas ... Mas .... Wake Mas!!"

"Hoaayamammmm!"

"Ishhh .. isshhhh... This guy has no manners. The evaporating time is so wide like that!" A man patted the body of a young man who was sleeping. "Hey Mas, wake up!"

The young man who was in the middle of his dream crib opened his eyes, trying to wake up from his long sleep. "Have you reached Jakarta, sir?"

"Well, Jakarta?!" the man was a little surprised and surprised. "This is Jogjakarta Mas, not Jakarta!"

"What's? Jakarta?" Now it was the young man's turn to be surprised. He who previously leaned his back on the passenger bench is now sitting down for a while. "Why did I get to Jogja sir? Isn't this travel car majoring in Jakarta?"

"Bcckkk .... Jakarta how the hell is Mas? See, the propeller in front of it, clearly written Tegal-Jogja, not Tegal-Jakarta!"

A moment later the young man's gaze was fixed on the signboard in front. "Biyuuuhhhhhh .... This is how I got the wrong major?"

The man who is a travel driver can only frown. "If you ask me, then who should I ask?"

The young man who was none other than Banyu could only throw a rough breath while twitching his temple. Yesterday it was Prasojo and Maryati who bought these tickets but why not Jakarta? Did the two middle-aged people forget to bring their residence in Jakarta? The more he tried to find the root of the problem, the more dizziness felt attacking his head.

What's this really about? Why did Mr. Pras and Ms. Mar buy tickets to Jogja? Are they playing me intentionally?

"Hey Mas, let's go down! This I want to clean the car, soon this travel will soon travel again," said the driver while patting Banyu's shoulder which he saw this young man was dumb again.

Banyu tried to circulate his gaze towards the surroundings. The atmosphere of the city that looked so foreign in his vision. "Then, where am I, sir? Which area is it in?"

"This is in the Tugu Jogja Mas area. If you want to go to Jakarta, you can take the train. Not far from here there is Tugu Station," the driver explained.

Banyu glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. Time shows at seven o'clock in the afternoon. "Haduhhh ... Where should I go like this? Did I go straight to Tugu Station to find a train ticket?"

"How can you not be confused sir? I'm stranded in a city of people. I have absolutely no relatives or acquaintances in this city."

"Why not go to the place where the author of your story is Mas? He is also in Jogja. Who knows if you can live in the same geratis as eating geratis?"

"Issshhhhh .. Shame on me sir. In this story, I was described as a rich character, yes, free hunting?"

"Hahahaha ... You could be this," the driver laughed. "Then, where are you going?"

"That's it sir, I'm also confused. Where are you going?"

"Mending, Mas his streets first around here. Not far from this travel garage there are many angkringan with typical menu of the city of Jogja Mas. It's called Joss coffee. Sampeyan can enjoy all the typical Jogja menu while enjoying the atmosphere of the night in this city, I am sure to make a bill. Well, if you are satisfied to take a walk, you can stay in a hotel. There are also many hotels around here. So I guarantee you the Mas will not be displaced or stranded in this city."

Banyu looked for a moment thinking. The feelings are not a bad thing also if he follows the advice of the travel driver. "All right then. But the angkringan's not far from here, is it, sir?"

The travel driver shook his head. "Obviously not Mas. That loh, along the road that stretches southward it is all filled with angkringan. But the syahdu is the most at the southern end, because there Mas nya can while looking at the passing train. And if Masnya crossed the train tracks, Masnya has arrived in the Malioboro area."

"Alright sir, I'll follow your advice." Banyu began to move from his position and he swung his legs. "I'll excuse you sir."

"Okay Mas, have a nice vacation."

"Haduhhh sir, I am here stranded, not on vacation!"

"Haha..."

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