Love Story of Poor Men & Rich Girls

Love Story of Poor Men & Rich Girls
Calibiru



"Lu same Rai? what does Pay mean, I don't understand." My speech.


"Ah no really, I just want to say, yes forget, I cape want to sleep." Pay said as he pulled the blanket.


I was silent, still not understanding the meaning of his words, what might have meant was if they were dating one day, I thought.


"If I'm how my sister, he or his girlfriend later do not need to ask permission as Iw, as long as my sister is happy and her boyfriend does not make her disappointed it is enough for me, whoever the person is."


Hearing my words, Pay, who had covered her body with a blanket, woke up and walked outside the room.


"Yeahaaaaaaaaaaaaah." He heard his screams from outside and went nowhere after that.


That morning after breakfast at the hotel we gathered because today we were all going to the tourist attractions of Kalibiru.


Today it felt so calm because there were no clashes between the two rivals that had occurred, because they had previously held a ceasefire.



"What a beautiful place, cold." Riri said when he got there.


"Yes Kak is beautiful, but the entrance of nanjak gini, Rai is not strong, Brother and Mother are good in A Adit." Said the exhausted Rai.


Suddenly there were two people who reached out to Rai, who else if not Pay and Bams.


But strangely Rai only accepted Pay's helping hand, it made Bams look disappointed, but not a word came out of his mouth, probably because of the truce.


We climbed up to the tourist attractions Kalibiru, the atmosphere of beautiful hills and cool welcome us, many interesting photo spots against the background of trees that stretch green, green, no less interesting with the blue lake in the middle.


Riri and I climbed into one of the trees that was deliberately made to take photos, with a wooden floor under it.


Seen in another photo spot not far from us Pay, Rai with Tiwi took a picture together, with Bams watching them from below.


Bams stepped away with his head bowed away from them, seeing that I asked Riri to accompany Mother with Reni, then I chased after Bams.


"Bams, come on, let's join us." I pat her shoulder from behind.


"B..Boss." He looked over with teary eyes.


Finally Bams joined me, Riri, Mom and Reni. We also went around this beautiful place.


"Eh look there, it's Bi Eha same Mr. Iwan very friendly, already like a young man hahaha." Reni.


"Yes I deliberately invited them as a gift Ren, from the beginning of the marriage they have not had time for a honeymoon." Answer Riri.


"My cousin is the best." Praise Reni.


"Bak Bams why? I'm not excited like that." Mother said when she saw Bams who was bowed listlessly.


"It's okay, ma'am." The answer is short unlike the usual Bams.


"Already Bams do not need to think, the holiday time to make your own fun sad." I tried to comfort him.


"Yes boss, I'm happy." He said with a bitter smile.


Daytime came, and it was time for us to go from there and find a place for lunch.


"Eh my friends had seen in the gugel there is a cool place to eat you know, the place was the view directly to the hills, want to try not." Reni.


"Well, where are you, brother? Must be a romantic place." Rai said while looking at each other with Pay.


"The name is Bukit Indah restaurant." Answer Reni.


"Well the name alone must represent the place, let's go there." Riri.


We headed to the place that Reni mentioned, sure enough, when we got there we were served by a restaurant that presented a very beautiful natural scenery, making us stunned to see it.


"Well, it's getting worse at eating." My speech.


"Because there's me, baby?" Ask Riri.


"It's not dong, because the view is beautiful." My answer.


"Eh Ma'am, look there, the hill is beautiful." Riri said turning her attention after hearing my answer.


After lunch our next destination is Beringharjo market, we went there because we want to shop Batik which is said in the market we can get Batik at a fairly affordable price.


"This Bang Pay looks like it's good for you." Rai said while showing batik clothes for Pay.


"ugly." Said Bams who happened to pass in front of them.


"Bang Bams hibulu." Said Tiwi with her innocence.


It seems the atmosphere between the three has started to heat up, I myself do not know why Rai and Pay can be this close, either since when.


We hunted Batik in the market, until it did not feel the afternoon was approaching and it indicates we have to go home soon.


"Wow, my boyfriend seems to want to sell Batik in Jakarta." I said when I saw Riri's groceries.


"Dear, this is not mine, there is yours, Mother, Rai, Papah, Mbok Yem, Mother and the children of the House." Answer Riri.


"Thank you boss Riri for always caring about my mom and my sisters, by the way for me there's no boss?" Ask Bams with a flat face.


"Who aren't you shopping for Bams?" Ask Riri.


"No lust boss, I only buy one batik color." Bams said still in a flat tone.


"Well, wait a minute, I'll buy it for you too."


"No boss, this is how love is, the pain is endless." Said slashing.


Arriving at our hotel we had dinner together and after that Riri took me for a walk in Malioboro.


Go home to your town


There is a haru in the longing


It's still like before


Every corner greeted me as a friend


Full of meaning


I'll be lost


When we spend time often


Enjoy together


Jogja Ambience


(Yogyakarta by KLA Project)


A group of street musicians sang one of the songs from the KLA Project and stopped us from watching it.


"Romantic." Riri.


"Rock of MakaN graTIS you mean." I said tease her.


"What the hell are you? that's how their singing makes the atmosphere more romantic."


"Oh yes Ri the results we ngamen in the Rest Area are still there, I love them yes."


We also gave the results of busking us to the street musicians, when we were about to leave them we heard a discordant singing voice that we seemed to know.


Sopo sing strong nandhang prisoner


Sopo seng ora kroso


Left by pasang babe


Fitting again jerune, koe milih dalan liyane


Sopo sing strong left lungo


Sopo sing atine ora loro


Sing wis memories are not good


Ning njero ati


Dewe wes ra dadi siji


(Dalan Liyane by Hendra Kumbara)


We also turned to see the singer.


"Baaaaaaaaams." Say us at the same time.