KOS MR. DARSO
Part 1
Blue sky striped white irregular, birds fly as if to follow, the height of the mountain is so visible from behind the window, the extent of the greenery of the earth adds to the beautiful scenery as if the train journey is so slow, so, I can't wait to get to the city of Idemewa.
'Be careful on the road, if you have to tell soon' A message sent by the mother via sms.
My name is Andini Salma Husein. Just call me Salma. I was born in Cirebon, West Java. I have finished High School and now I have become a student of one of the universities in Yogyakarta, the faculty of economics, majoring in Accounting. Today I brought a suitcase of clothes for my lunch to wander for the next 4th. This was my first time away from home and family. I hope that the next 4th will be an impressive and special experience, like the city that I made my second residence.
'Passengers who I respect, soon the main morning train jogja will arrive at the big station Yogyakarta, for those of you who end the journey at the big station Yogyakarta please prepare, please prepare, keep your luggage should not be switched or left behind,....'
A distinctive tone that indicates the train will stop immediately at Yogyakarta station. Salma stood up and hurried to pick up the suitcase that was placed in the storage of goods, Salma prepared himself and made sure no items were left behind. People lined up neatly to get out of the carriage. Salma set her first step on the special ground, breathing the air around her.
Salma took a breath and exhaled slowly 'Finally up, Bismillah'.
Salma walked towards the exit. Seen the buildings are quite high and crowded people pass by.
"Mba taxis?" the fathers approached Salma.
"Yes. To this place yes sir" Salma shows her cellphone screen that has recorded the boarding address.
"Let's go, let me help you carry the goods" the father took the suitcase held by Salma with courtesy and courtesy.
Salma walked outside the station gate and immediately entered the taxi. During the trip, Salma noticed the streets of Jogja city from behind the car glass. The atmosphere is crowded but still feels peaceful. Every now and then Salma talked and chatted with the taxi driver, asking where he came from, where he went to college, and so on, the driver was really friendly, until it does not feel the car has arrived at its destination and almost passed.
Previously Salma had once been to this place at the time of re-listing on campus and then get empty costs that are not far from campus.
"Thank you very much sir" Salma waved after giving the taxi fare, and the taxi driver replied with a smile then lowered his head.
'Till also in this place again, and this time I will stay for 4th, bismillah, may be at home' Salma.
"Salma's mother?" someone called Salma.
"Oh sir Darso"
"Just arrived? here's the room key" Darso gave me the key.
"Thank you sir" Salma replied.
"That's the children upstairs also arrived from the morning, they also asked when the occupants of this room came"
"Oh yeah? I went upstairs to meet them"
"Well mba, I live first yes, if there is anything to stay call me in the house next door"
Mr. Darso does live in a house, in addition to having a house that is made for boarding houses, Mr. Darso also has another house for his residence with his family.
Salma unlocked the door and entered her room, Salma put her suitcase near the closet and placed her small bag on the table. Salma lay on the bed to rest her tired body after walking for about 6 hours. And it didn't feel like Salma was asleep.
Seriate..
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