My name is Maira

- The creeping taste -

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I was on the bus for a trip to Semarang, when dimas gave me a message that he would meet me on Saturday in Semarang.

I replied to a message from dimas, then saw the ayu sitting next to me sound asleep.

Agenda in semarang not only to the house dita, but we will also visit the old city, lawang sewu, marina beach and eat spring rolls at the intersection of five.

On Saturday before returning home, we will stop by for culinary at the seminan semarang.

I was reluctant to allow dimas to join, even if it was the last day, but my heart was also heavy to resist dimas.

Arrived at the big sister who picked us up at the terminal.

Dita is three brothers, she also has a little sister who is still sitting on the bench of elementary school.

Semarang is very hot in my opinion, but once at home dita, the atmosphere is quite shady, not as hot as when in the terminal.

Maybe because the house is still surrounded by trees, so it feels beautiful.

For the division of the room, dita will sleep with her brother, while me and ayu sleep in the room dita.

Bowo can occupy the room of ayu's sister who is still in elementary school.

Because the weather was so hot, we agreed to take a walk in the afternoon.

Morning to noon, we can relax at home, while eating rujak, or go to elementary school near the house, to buy snacks typical of elementary school children.

The first day we decided to go to the old city, we left at three in the afternoon, and spent time in the old city until almost maghrib.

We are lucky to have a bowo who likes photography, so we do not worry about our documentation while in Semarang.

After almost three hours of walking in the old town and already collecting dozens of photos, we decided to have dinner at the intersection of five.

The old man didn't let us go home from ten in the night, so by ten, we were home by now.

The second day we decided to take a night tour in lawang sewu.

Once we get to lawang sewu, already lined up guides in front of the entrance, who are ready to help us get to know lawang sewu.

Bowo then hired the services of one of them for us.

We're directed to look upstairs first.

I didn't know much about the history of the use of this building, but I was quite mesmerized by the endless doors.

Bowo was busy photographing me and dita, while ayu carefully listened to the explanation from the guide.

"You go to the basement no", said our yanto guide, offering us to come to the most famous place in lawang sewu.

"May sir", I answered and ayu in unison.

"You're not scared" asked bowo.

"I'm scared but curious" I replied.

Mr. Yanto then directed us towards the basement.

The stairs we passed were quite wide, and there were a few sounds of laughter from other visitors, which we can still hear, as we went down the stairs towards the basement.

Arriving at the basement, the guards asked us to change our shoes, and they gave us long rubber boots.

After that, Mr. Yanto asked us to go down one by one to the basement.

The stairs that we have to go through, very narrow, and only fit for one person.

Pak Yanto went down first, followed by bowo, then me, ayu and dita last.

When Mr. Yanto explained about the function of the building on the second floor, only ayu listened, but when he explained the function of the basement and underground buildings to us, we listened carefully.

Maybe because there was only us underground, so the voice of Pak yanto was clearly heard.

The atmosphere was also very quiet underground, because in order to visit the underground, we had to queue up each group.

Pak Yanto said, at the time of the Dutch era the function of the underground was only to hold water, but at the time we were occupied by the Japanese, the basement building was converted into a prison and a place for the persecution of political prisoners of the Japanese government.

Hearing that, I can immediately imagine the abomination of the Japanese government, because there are indeed many history books that explain the situation of Indonesia when under the leadership of the Japanese government at that time.

When I saw the size of the cell that Mr. Yanto said was forced to fit ten people, sometimes even more, I was immediately overwhelmed with sadness.

There is a pain that arises in my heart, when imagining people in those days, having to go through torture that they should not have experienced.

In addition, Mr. Yanto also showed the location of the torture, but fortunately dark so invisible.

Mr Yanto also said that if any prisoners died, the bodies would only be thrown into the river through the basement window.

After circling the basement area, we immediately went back up, with angry feelings for the Japanese government at that time.

We end the tour at lawang sewu, after we say thank you to Mr. Yanto.

Day three, we chose to go to the marina beach, and were a little disappointed because we could only sit on the edge.

The beach does not fit our shadow, but the cafe we went to, quite relieve our disappointment, because the menu is unique.

I really liked the view of the city from the top of the hill, so I asked them to stay a little longer, before finally having to go home.

On Friday, we hunt for souvenirs typical of semarang, and go to the culinary places recommended by sister dita.

Saturday morning dimas called me, and asked for a home address.

Dimas arrived at the house at about ten in the morning.

There was a feeling of happiness when I saw dimas coming.

I subconsciously, it turned out to have a longing in my heart for dimas.

I introduced dimas to my college friend, and was a little disappointed, for only being able to introduce dimas as one of my friends.

After talking for an hour, we decided to go to the Chinatown at one noon.

After that, we will take bowo to the station, then me and ayu will go straight home to jogja, because tomorrow night ayu have booked a ticket to go home to Lampung.

Dimas offers a bowo to take the bowo to klaten first, before continuing to jogja, but bowo prefers to take the train, because it is faster.

Bowo, dita and ayu also entered the house to rest, stay me and dimas who sat on the porch of the house.

"I didn't pick it up" asked her when all my friends entered the house.

"Snorts, but at the same time worried" I said with a knotty smile.

"Worry why", dimas asked.

"Worried that you're tired of having to go back and forth" I said to dimas.

"Still worried ra" said dimas softly.

"So to bali next week, same kiki and the others", asked dimas while sipping iced tea.

"So we leave in three days" I replied.

"It's not tired to go on" asked dimas.

"It's two months off, there's still plenty of time to rest" I replied.

"Out of bali you want to spare time not for me ra", pinta dimas.

"meaning", asking.

"Yes play with me, both" said dimas.

"But if the same you play the most in jogja, because definitely can not nginep the same mother" I said to dimas.

Dimas looked disappointed, and it turned out that seeing dimas was disappointed, made my heart sad.

"If the same play is played from morning to night for three days what, my limit until ten o'clock" I said trying to make dimas smile again.

Dimas agreed, then he asked me to come in the house and beberes because it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

We're going to Chinatown with the car dimas, because it happened to be allowed to bring his papa car.

We just eat and shop, then drive bowo to the station.

Dita decided to take a taxi to her house, so me, dimas and ayu went straight home to jogja.

On the way, again ayu was sound asleep, but I tried not to sleep and accompany the driver.

Dimas was very attentive to me, ranging from putting a seatbelt for me, opening a bottle of water, even occasionally touching my hand.

At about nine in the evening we reached the joga, and after taking ayu to the boarding house, dimas invited me to dinner, before driving me home.

"Capek ya", I asked dimas, when we got back to the car after dinner.

Dimas just smiled at me while stroking my cheek.

Dimas then took his car to drive me home.

"Thank you already picked up" I said again in dimas, once we got in front of my house.

"Yes the same" dimas replied.

"Kabarin if you want to go to Bali", pinta dimas.

"Surely", I answered while staring at dimas.

I then asked dimas to take a break at the boarding first, and just left for solo tomorrow.

Dimas agreed with a sweet smile on his face.

A smile that made me reluctant to get out of his car.

I stared at dimas long enough, before finally getting out of the car.

As soon as I saw the car turn and disappear from my sight, there was a feeling of sadness that spread.

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