My name is Maira

- Fight with taste -

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The last week before our working practice ended, the vishnu invited us to surround the city of kebumen on Sunday.

"You have an idea for your thesis topic" asked the vishnu to us as he drove his car.

"Yes, stay in the file later", replied ayu.

"Maira plans later if you have graduated from work where" asked mas vishnu to me.

"Not knowing mas, maybe around jogja just, so close to the parents" I replied.

"If you are dit", ask the vishnu dita.

"Maybe in semarang aja mas", answered lightly.

"I wasn't asked", bowo asked vishnu.

Mas vishnu immediately chuckled, and said that he already knew the bowo plan, because bowo often discussed with him.

Mas vishnu invited us to stop by the nearest beach after taking us around the city of kebumen.

We played on the beach only until around depleted maghrib, as we still had to prepare our program for the final week, before we returned to campus.

The last week in kebumen, marked that three weeks of real working college had passed.

Three weeks without me knowing, if it turns out I'm fine without being cooked around me.

When we just got to the front of the inn after the beach, mom called me.

I'm worried because it's been three days since I haven't told my mom.

"Sorry ma'am, because the schedule is good enough, our material is a lot but our time is narrow, it will be another week also home" I replied to calm mother.

"Yaudah, my mother is already very upset with you, I want to look at you in the kebumen but not be given the same father" said the mother who sounded quite upset.

"Oh yes, rara did not tell dimas, if Rara went to kebumen" asked my mother.

Almost three weeks, I had not heard the name dimas called by anyone, heard the name again after quite a while, making my heart pound again.

"You know, but you're busy" I replied lying to my mother.

I tried to cover up the pounding in my heart for hearing the name dimas.

"Well, kok dimas was shocked on Saturday to come home, when mom said you were in kebumen from the beginning of the semester holiday" said the mother felt suspicious.

"Dimas probably forgot mom, or didn't read the message from Rara" I replied lying to mom again.

I saw bowo waving at me, he asked me to come up to him, and started to compile a report with the others.

"Mom, yes, rara wants to make a report about it" I told my mother.

After my mother agreed and asked me not to forget the meal, I closed the phone and went back to my friends.

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The week I thought I was going to walk normally, it went really fast.

Some of the villagers who were close enough to us, wept as we said our farewells on our last day.

They thanked us for sharing the knowledge we had with them.

Without direction and guidance from the vishnu mas, not necessarily we can undergo this pkl period easily.

Mas vishnu also never stingy to give new knowledge to us, as long as we undergo the practice of work in his village.

Later that night, the vishnu held a burning party attended by several villagers as a farewell to us.

We closed the party with a big thank you, because the villagers have allowed us to practice our work in their village, and we also promised to come back one day.

The next morning, uncle ayu had come to pick us up, and drove us straight to the train station.

Vishnu asked us to contact him frequently, if we had any problems when we began to compile the thesis.

We then paid our respects to the vishnu, and some villagers came to our inn, to see us off.

We took a scheduled departure to Jogja at about two in the afternoon, so we had enough time to stop by the gift shop before leaving for the station.

Not only picked us up from the village of mas vishnu, uncle ayu was also waiting for us at the station until our train came.

As soon as our train came, we said goodbye to uncle ayu and expressed gratitude repeatedly to uncle ayu, for helping us, and taking us to the station.

We saw uncle ayu coming out of the station as soon as our train went.

We immediately fell asleep on the train, due to a sense of tiredness that we could not hide.

Arriving at the monument station, I could immediately see my father and mother outside the platform, as I got off the train.

I immediately ran towards the mother who did not stop calling my name from outside the platform.

"Absolute miss mom is with you son" said mom as soon as I was near mom, mom and then hugged me.

"Let's get your anter's dad back to the boarding house" he said to dita, ayu and bowo.

They then followed my father towards the parking lot, while my mother and I walked in the back, as she continued to embrace me and kiss my cheek.

After my father finished taking my friends to his boarding house, he offered me to eat at our family restaurant before we came home, but I refused because I was tired.

I went straight into the bedroom to sleep, as soon as Dad parked his car in the garage.

I only have three days off, because I have a lecture schedule that I have to attend on Tuesday next week.

I plan to just laze around for three days, before returning to campus.

I heard the soft voice of my mother waking me up, the feeling of tiredness still clinging to me, even though I had slept for more than an hour.

"Ra", said mother woke me up gently.

"Wake up baby, eat first, it's eight o'clock at night" said the mother.

"The hell mom, people just went to sleep" I told my mom, with my voice still sleepy.

"There's in front, meet gih" said the mother again.

I opened my eyes immediately, but then I pulled my blanket back, and closed my eyes.

"Say ma'am, rara is still in kebumen", I asked mom.

"Don't that dong ra, dimas has come all the way from solo, you pricein dong ra" said mother to me, while pulling a blanket that covers me.

I got up and got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Dimas was already sitting on the porch waiting for me.

"Hi", I said to dimas.

I smiled as I looked at Dimas.

The terrace of my house is equipped with two chairs that are usually used by fathers and mothers to relax, there is a small table also between the two chairs.

"Capek yes, sorry I interrupted your break" said dimas smiling.

Although I was still very disappointed in dimas, but it turned out that I was happy when she came to see me.

I again realized that my feelings for dimas had not changed, and were still perfectly wrapped.

"What's wrong, until you don't know if you go to the CCP" asked dimas, in a soft voice.

"Say, I tell you, but the one who lifts up the zahra, is not sidelined to you" I replied bitterly.

Sadness enveloped me as I answered dimas's question.

The pleasure that I had originally felt, turned into a sense of sadness and disappointment, which I had been quieting for a long time.

Dimas said nothing more, and just leaned his head against the wall.

"You can't do it, just think about how I feel" said dimas, who finally opened his mouth after fifteen minutes of silence.

"Emang dimas makirin my feelings, time on the road both equally zahra" I said to dimas.

I tried to sound as normal as possible, though I couldn't deny that my heart still hurt when I remembered the zahra.

I found out that zahra went alone with dimas, as I spent time on social media during my trip to kebumen.

I watched Zahra proudly say thank you on twitter, because dimas had invited her out for dinner.

Zahra posted it on twitter two hours after she lifted the dimas telvon from me.

Zahra's post, which made me ignore telvon dimas as long as I was PKL in kebumen.

"I don't walk the same zahra" dimas said in a high voice.

"Udahlah, if dimas just want to give me another reason, mending dimas home, I'm tired" said I cut the sentence dimas.

I got up from the chair, and went into the house, leaving dimas sitting on the porch, alone.

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