My Only One's

Sunrise In Pananjakan

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"Are you sure you're going there on a bike?" Vita escorts the sudden departure of her daughter.

Clarra glanced at Galang who was waiting faithfully on the porch of her house, with Fahmi.

"It's a night trip. Shouldn't you just use the car?" continued the mother, with a worried look.

"Let's hurry Ma, let's not get stuck in traffic if you go home later." Clarra answered.

"Is that so?"

"Is it safe?" Fahmi convinces Galang.

"Sir" replied the man, short.

"But this is the first time you've traveled on a motorcycle, it's not better ...."

"It's okay Ma, don't worry. Galang has done it often." sergeant Clarra, who was ready with jeans and a thick jacket owned by the father.

"Really?"

"Yes, he's in the motor community. So I must have known what to do."

"Mama like to let you go camping during Junior High, it feels worried."

Clarra laughed quite loudly.

"I'm 30 years old, Mama doesn't have to be that way."

"Stay, for Mama you're like three days old." Vita.

"I know." The woman hugged her mother.

"Well, I'm ready. Let's go?" he told Galang.

"Are you sure? Don't you want to go tomorrow?" Once again Fahmi assured.

"Father!"

"Huh, all right." The man laughed.

"In that case, we say sir?" Rise up immediately.

"Yes, careful. Clarra just left first like this, maybe she'll trouble you, so ...." Vita started to mess up.

"Mama!

"Umm .. sorry."

"We're leaving." The two men immediately walked towards the motor.

Galang handed the helmet to Clarra, who then immediately put it on.

"Can't you?" The man checked it. Make sure the lock is properly attached to keep the woman's head safe.

"Hm ...." Clarra just muttered.

"Okay, we're ready. Her briefcase?"

"It." Clarra turned around briefly revealing the backpack bag on her back.

"All right." Galang smiled as he grabbed the woman's jacket. Make sure he's safe for their trip later.

Then the two rode on a motorbike whose engine had been turned on since. Then immediately go to both free the mind that is struggling in the head.

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The trip goes quite smoothly because at night there is no drama of congestion or heavy traffic. Especially with a motor, they can arrive faster. They stopped a few times to rest, then resumed their journey after.

And the city of Malang became a stopover after they traveled for several hours from Jakarta. Arrive in the early hours, and luckily Galang has a stopover to rest for a while.

An acquaintance from the local motor community had he contacted so they did not meet significant difficulties in such a vulnerable hour.

"You now?" Galang looked at his watch which already showed at half-four in the morning.

"Where?" Clarra who had just closed her eyes. In a reclining chair in the middle room of Galang acquaintance's house. Continuing his sleep that paused during the trip earlier.

"To Bromo."

"Are we near?"

"From here in about an hour and a half."

"Still far away ...." The woman rolled back to Galang and hugged herself.

"But if we go now we can see the sunrise. You know, the sunrise at Bromo is the biggest attraction and one of the most beautiful in the world." Galang.

"really?" Clarra turned back.

"Yes, that's why I insist on coming to this place."

Clarra was stunned for a moment.

"If you're tired it's okay, rest. We can walk when it's light." Galang almost returned to his place, but Clarra suddenly got up.

"Then come on?" he said, wearing his sneakers and grabbing his jacket.

"Really?"

"Yes. When are we gonna be here again, right?" The woman said.

Then began their journey again after saying goodbye to the owner of the stopover, heading to one of the most famous mountains in Indonesia, Indonesia, which became one of the tourist destinations and the climbers to try their ability to conquer nature.

The road was quite bright in the early hours of the day. The lights in the residential area on the left and right side of the road became a sight in itself. It makes them feel lonely.

Clarra clenched her embrace to Galang as the air grew colder. His gloves and jacket felt useless at a time like this. While the man remained focused on riding his motorcycle calmly.

They arrived at the entrance of the area after driving for approximately an hour and a half. And the place turned out to have been filled with visitors who were expected to do the same.

"Seriously?" Clarra came down and took off her helmet.

Sounds like laughing.

"You don't know as enthusiastically what people are." He then stretched out his body which felt sore.

Drive approximately ten hours from Jakarta, then proceed with one and a half hours from Malang until finally arriving at the destination.

Luckily Galang had made a ticket booking online before, so he did not have to bother buying tickets at such a time. Make them able to enter easily into the area after showing the evidence to the officer in front of the entrance.

They continued their journey into the destination area for several hundred meters. Climb to an area that turns out not to be as lonely as expected.

The atmosphere began to be crowded by visitors and some of the stall buildings near Bukit Pananjakan was already bright despite the dark sky.

"Would you like to eat something?" Galang parked his motorbike near one of the buildings.

Clarra looked around. This was the first time he had seen this.

"Cla?" He looked back, and they still hadn't come off the bike.

The woman still hugged him tightly.

"Hum?" Clarra took off her helmet.

"You sleeping?"

"No, I just ...." He immediately let go of the embrace, then went down.

"My shoulders are sore, Lang." Then Clarra took off her backpack.

Galang laughing.

He reached out his hand to grab the bag, then placed it on his bike.

"Come on." The man jerked his head.

After making sure their valuables were brought, he then led Clarra to enter a stall that had been enlivened by visitors. The new time shows at half-five in the morning, and the weather is so cold in that place.

Galang allowed her to sit on the available seats, while she ordered something.

"Hey Cla, do you want to eat?" ask Clarra.

"I don't usually eat this kind of time."

"When you drink?" Galang while chuckling. Looking at the expression of that woman who thought it was so funny.

At that age, he just visited a place like this? his inner.

"May I."

"You what?"

"Whatever, I don't know a good drink in a place like this?" answer Clarra.

"Good." He laughed again and ordered something.

One glass of flavored milk was placed in front of Clarra, while Galang ordered coffee. Both of them emit hot steam and give off a special aroma.

"You still sleepy, huh? Slept?" The man started a conversation.

"Hm ... Cape Lang." Clarra answered.

"I told you, don't use a motorbike. You're ngeyel."

"Aren't I aware that the journey will be like this? I used to go to Malang."

"Times?"

"Yes. If Mama and Papa go home."

"Hmm... surely use a car?" Galang blew his still hot coffee, then sipped it slowly.

"Yes. I was on a motorcycle too? Can't do it."

Galang.

"You laugh all the time? Something funny?" clarra protested that she also placed her frozen hands on the glass in front of her.

"Yes, you're funny. Just the first time to travel like this, and maybe the first time also to Bromo huh?"

"Yes." Yeah." The woman answered.

"She often goes to Malang? How come you've never been here?"

"I was just visiting Papa's brother's house. Not going anywhere."

"Why? Too bad. Are there many good places here? Don't you go somewhere else never?"

Clarra nodded with a smile.

"God! Wide, wide!!"

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Le-wide?"

"Honey, hahahaha ...." The man laughed.

"meaning?"

"Dearly enough. Where have you been all this time? Busy school and work? What's the point of living like that?" Galang originally spoke, then he went back to sipping coffee which is now not as hot as before.

And Clarra just stared at him in silence.

"Eh, was my guess right?"

"That's how."

"Gustyiii!" The man rubbed his face a few times.

"A holiday never?" said again.

"Just around Jakarta, or go with Mama and Papa."

He shook his head, half in disbelief.

"Your friends never take you away?" Then he asked.

"Whose friend? The only friend I've had since Elementary School is Nisa. But she married as soon as she graduated college, and died after giving birth to her baby."

"What?"

"I'm not a sociable person. If you are friends with just one person, and do not like to go for a walk. I think it's a waste of time."

"Hmmm ... is it worth it?" Galang muttering.

"You call me a singles?" Clarra reacts.

"Huh? Whahuh? No." Galang shook his head.

"It's okay to call me that, because it's the truth."

"I'm not saying that, you're on your own, are you?"

"Hm ...." Clarra then blew her still intact drink.

"Is this delicious?" He stared at the hot white drink.

"Enak. Just try it." replied Galang.

"Is it safe?"

"Pure. Good for health."

"Oh yeah?" He slowly sipped the drink.

"It's sweet." Clarra. "Is this milk?" His tongue tasted the water that entered his mouth. "But there's a ginger taste as well?"

"Yes, .. Call it ginger milk." said Galang.

"Is that?"

"Have you ever had a drink like this?"

"Yes. And it's delicious." Clarra laughed, then took a sip of the drink for half.

"What planet did you live on before? Ginger's milk time just don't know?"

"I know there's a drink like this in the commercial, but I don't know how good it tastes." Clarra repeated this.

"Hhhh .. The car is teuing!" murmured Galang who sipped his coffee.

"If you have, let's go to the top?" said later.

"What's far?"

"No, just walk a little bit too. Sunrise soon." Galang looked at his watch which had been showing almost five in the morning.

"okay." The woman finished her drink.

An area at an altitude of 2770 meters above sea level is called Pananjakan Hill. Which is the highest point that allows you to see throughout the area of Bromo and other mountain clusters.

The weather was so cold to the bone, but it did not stop anyone from continuing to come to that place to get an extraordinary moment.

The seconds the sun appeared had already arrived, and they were ready in their respective places.

Galang picked the best spot in the middle that allowed him to get that moment perfectly. So did Clarra.

Golden rays slowly appeared in the east, from behind the mountains that created such an exotic scene. A burst of bright light slowly rose and illuminated the virtual. It spoils the view of anyone who is there.

"Whoaa ...." Clarra with an expression of amazement did not want to blink her eyes for even a second.

His sight captured something so extraordinary, he had never seen, and he had never experienced it.

The white fog covered the area below, then gradually disappeared as the sun rose to the horizon. Again the amazement increased many times over.

Galang fell silent without a sound, he both enjoyed this atmosphere in his own silence.

Look at Ra, I came to this place. Not with you, but with him who is both hurt. I don't know because of what.

You know, now I realize. Maybe our time is up just here. I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be.

And now I'm gonna let go of everything. May we be happy with everyone.

Her mind monologued for a while, while Clarra turned to look at her reaction.

The always pleasant face seemed to freeze. His two narrowed eyes stared towards the light that was getting brighter and brighter. And the morning sunshine makes it look so dazzling.

"Good huh?" Suddenly Galang turned his head, making the woman throw away her face. He was enjoying another view.

"Hm ...." Clarra just muttered.

He blinked his eyes to regain consciousness. Like something happened to his heart.

"A few times here but I still like it. The atmosphere never changes, it gets better each time. I think I should advise Mr. Dimitri to open a hotel around here." Galang.

"What's? the hotel?"

"Yes. Looks good. The prospect is also promising."

"Mh ...."

"What do you think?" The man tilted his face.

"Good-good." Clarra did not dare to look at him.

"You want to go down?" Ask Galang later.

"Where?" Clarra pretended to look down the hill.

"Bottom, into the desert. Try something there."

"Something?"

"Horselike, drive by car in the desert."

"Sand whispers." Clarra.

"You know about that?"

"It's famous, right?"

"Yeah."

"You know, this is the first time someone's asked me to do a lot of things?" He ventured to look over and look at Galang's face.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, I found something new with you. And that's good."

Galang smiled.

"I don't know what makes you keep your distance from everyone other than what you told me. And I'm sure it's heavy. But look, the world out there is too beautiful for you to miss. And I don't want to miss it even if it's just a minute." Galang looked at the face of the woman he knew always firmly.

"And you're trying to eliminate your own turmoil by enjoying all this." Clarra looked back at him.

The two corners of Galang's lips are attracted to form a smile.

"You understand."

"You dodged?" Clarra asked.

"No, I'm just letting go."

"Release it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"That means ... forget about it?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"Because there's no hope."

"You think so?"

Galang nodded his head.

"What are your plans after it's over?"

"Nothing, just enjoying it all alone. But since it's you now, maybe I'll share it with you." The man laughed so much that his two eyes closed in an arch.

Clarra became quiet because of it.

Something happened to his heart, and he realized it.

Don't be like this!

"Let's go downstairs." The man got up while taking his hand.

Clarra followed in her footsteps.

"Be careful, it's slippery" said the man, who clasped his wrist tightly.

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