Love is Not Just a Word

Curious

"Ahaha... Continue to go forward and speeding mass, which fast do not be brake first anyway mass.. Cepet masss already want to reach the end of cepetinn little mas"... This time there is nothing to disturb, this afternoon only the blue sky as a guide that adds opium to myself and himself.

Cciiiiiiittt....

The brakes suddenly made me feel like I was about to be thrown. "Sorry Mas, the ticket is Rp 5000 for one person ". Kata mbak - mbak keeper of the Nglingo Kulon Progo Tea Garden Yogyakarta tour that surprised me when I was looking at the green trees below me. Ohh here the counter, I see still a few meters away to the location, fortunately the weather is sunny again.

"Oiya Come on a minute". Said Arman

"Aren't you?". Much

"It's quiet Haha". He said while handing over a piece of paper money to the ma'ak - mbak porter.

"Wawwww, amajing, its so biutipul". I shouted when I reached Nglingo Tea Garden, Kulon Progo area of Yogyakarta and said I was an English sok, even though I only knew yes no yes no aja Hahhaha.

"Gimana Ka, cool place, try to go there yuk, I was also the first here Hehe anyway". Take Arman elsewhere, I nodded slowly and walked behind him.

"Ah time the first Mas just here??? , is Mas Arman here??". I was curious, yes, the time of the original Kulon Progo like he had never been here anyway murmured me in the heart.

Arman and I headed to a place to take pictures and look for photo spots with a good view, all very charming that made me more fascinated with his creation. I want to feel like I don't want to go home and I want to stay here longer. It feels adem ayem tentrem (comfortable, serene ). The initial intention is actually not for holidays, holidays or for the streets. But, but, tapiii... Kondyangann. Yes, today Arman and I met the wedding venue of his friend in his native Kulon Progo area. But the time is still very long and finally he (Arman) invited me to this place, a place that I have never enjoyed at all. Long time chatting and time that goes quickly, we finally go to the actual location.

A few days ago

I open my phone and it says whatsapp with a foreign number. Most males with this foreign number, but curious heh hmmm. Basic me

"Assynoga". See profile. Hmmm photos of guys again, wearing a white T-shirt sitting on a pespa motorbike with the left foot raised one and hands as if he was digging shoelaces and his head lowered with an eye toward the hand that seemed to be digging his shoes.

I'm missing a new number and I don't know it. But my guess was wrong it turned out that after that there was a continuation yes again

"he asked to be picked up by mbak". A short word, dannn. Oiya forgetfulness if my brother now I deliver. Die me. I said while patting my innocent tongue.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Ok sir, nuwun ngggeh, ken nunggu riyen (Ok sir, thank you, tell me to wait first) ". I reply quickly and immediately cus pick up my adeku.

Reading spirit. Good night, don't go out and stay inside. Moreover, do not get out of my heart and work huh hehe. Take care of health, do not get bored, 😊