Romance In Makara Orange

Rendezvous

Kosa visited Fahutan campus, the northernmost campus of the famous state University in Yogyakarta, where his lectures used to be. He observed the arboretum, a small forest located in front of his campus. The large trees and botanical gardens that became the locus of practicum in the early semesters became the paradise of the birds. The sound of birds chirping sounded harmonious in his ears.

The campus looks quiet because of the holiday season. There are only a few who look like students who are still passing by on campus. The rest are just clerks with neat shirts and material pants. Kosa smiled and nodded her head when she looked at them.

Kosa walked towards the small river to go to her favorite gudeg stall. They seem to be open. It is quite expensive for the size of students but sometimes it is okay because remember first he often saves money. Sometimes free meals at mosques or campus panic events.

The order of rice gudeg sambal krecek with the addition of boiled eggs that are brownish. The mixture of spicy and sweet taste is suitable to be combined with a glass of warm fresh tea. This is the favorite menu of the late Grandma who first drove him to Yogya.

Although it is felt to have been around the campus for a long time and eat gudeg, but time runs very slowly. There is no target to be worked on. Even the time has not shown at 12 noon.

From corridor 4A, Kosa took a bus to Malioboro. Had wanted to walk because the distance was no more than five kilometers, counting down the memories of when he and his friend boarding a Sunday morning sport. It turned out, the sunlight was so hot that it dampened his intentions.

The road is empty and only 15 minutes bus has arrived to deliver it in front of Tugu Malioboro. Kosa deliberately chose to go down there because not far there is a store that sells knitting bags that he wants to buy for Vira.

The knitting bag shop closed its lunch break and reopened at half-time. Kosa walked down the sidewalk to Malioboro.

It seems that taking a short walk in the Mall during a hot afternoon like this is a good idea. Kosa went straight to the lower ground, to the bookstore that became his favorite first while being a student here.

Not too crowded if the afternoon especially in the condition of school holidays. The new Malioboro night is crowded especially by domestic tourists.

Kosa to the front of the cashier displaying the best seller books. Most religious books, motivations, and romantic novels. Kosa felt like she didn't want to read that theme.

He stepped his feet towards the comic that was located slightly behind. There are already some who stand reading comics there. Kosa picked up one of the comics that had been opened randomly. Comics about martial arts. Then move to another theme in accordance with the availability of comics that have been opened plastic seal.

He accidentally touched the hands of other readers who wanted to take the same comic.

“Sorry,” said Kosa then turned to the left where the hand appeared suddenly.

“I am sorry,” said the owner of the hand while looking at Kosa.

“Loh, you are the glasses?”

“Eh, Brother Kating,” he said clumsy then lowered his head.

Kosa remembered very well with the face of the junior candidate in this department who behaved a little annoying when riding the train yesterday. An unfriendly face.

“Koq can you here?” ask Kosa for astonishment

“Ya can Kak, omahku chedak kene [my house is deket]. Lah, Sister is no longer thesis research in Bantul?” answer the glasses and ask again.

“Udah done,” Answer Kosa.

“Cepet really Kak, his research is?”

“Eh ndak politely you say the same Kating.”

“Hehehe, sorry. Ojo nesu [do not get angry], Brother!” sahut laughed.

“Apologies koq while laughing.”

His glasses junior candidate is called Trisha. Kosa invited him to chat at one of the cafes inside the Mall. It turns out that Trisha went into politics because she followed in the footsteps of her late first brother who entered politics.

"Endi [where], Brother?"

“Circular Yogya.”

“Emoh [unwanted],” reject Trisha.

“Ndak politely decline request Kating.”

“Yogya is spacious, Kak, expensive cost if it is around. I'm ora duwe dhuwit [no money]. Paid for emoh too."

“Ndak sak Yogya Tris Province, city only.”

Kosa was finally able to force Trisha by using her privileges as a level sister.

It turned out that only realized, despite having lived and studied in Yogya for two years, but Kosa had never been around Yogya other than the campus and around Malioboro only. Gravely.

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Kosa checked the chat messages on her phone. Vira reported that in the next four days they will arrive in Jakarta and the plane landed at Terminal 2D. Too bad when Kosa wants to call Vira, not connected. The phone is inactive. Maybe Vira's out again.

Kosa then replied to her message. Rumored that later Kosa will borrow Mas Andri's car to pick up Vira at the airport. So Vira doesn't need to take a taxi.

Kosa has bought Vira a brown knitting bag. It looks like this color will match the color of the milk brown hijab that Vira often wears to campus. Trisha helped pick out the colors yesterday afternoon after a meeting at a bookstore, Mal Malioboro.

The next day Kosa was waiting in front of Mal Malioboro because the inn was close to Sosrokusuman. Deal with Trisha at nine in the morning. It turns out that Trisha brought two friends who also met Kosa yesterday on the Argo Lawu Train.

“Kak, this is me taking Niken with Fransiska ya let rame. Nek dhewekan yo wedhi [kalo alone afraid],” Trisha said as she brandished her two fingers to form a victory sign.

“Hahaha,” Kosa laughs at Trisha's reply. Really brave man.

“This is Niken who yesterday red shirt right?” ask Kosa who was greeted with a nod from the owner of the sweet face of kemayu.

“This means Siska huh? Koq sampeyan his name is similar to my ex,” the goda of Kosa that made Trisha soothe her lips.

“Ih really mode Kak!” trisha said that back made her laugh.

They walked through Beringharjo Market to the Vredeburg Fort Museum as the first stop. After that they went to the Sonobudoyo Museum and just entered the Keraton area and the train Museum located opposite it.

The prospective maba was not willing to be treated during the trip. He said all because during their stay in Yogya they also rarely walk around the palace and Museum. The sins are not feeling well.

After the dzuhur prayer at Gedhe Kauman Mosque, they went to Taman Sari. Trisha, Niken, and Fransiska seemed happy to linger here. They were busy taking selfies and leaving Kosa alone.

“Piye iki [how is this], koq even I who became the guide for sampeyan,” complained Kosa.

Tomorrow Trisha, Niken, and Siska take Kosa along the place of young people and culinary style of Yogya. Too bad they often do not eat with Kosa. Not too hungry and diet became the classic reason women refuse the food offered. Just order a drink.

Kosa remembered with Vira who loved to eat. And at that moment Kosa missed him even more.