Romance In Makara Orange

The End of Travel Part 2

Buses from Pokhara to Kathmandu leave at eight in the morning. The bus will pass the same route.

Inter-city highways that only fit one car in each direction. Side by side with a large brown river and calm flow. The roadblock is only a small iron that makes Vira afraid.

During the trip Vira had seen three times the truck that mired into the river sisian and made her shudder in horror.

“Udah to Himalaya still cringe soan?” asked Bobby who was sitting next to Vira.

“Yee, cringe and horror at Bi time, has nothing to do with Himalayas,” kilah Vira.

The bus stopped eating twice, ten o'clock and one o'clock at noon. Exactly the same down at the restaurant they stopped when the trip to Pokhara then. Like repeating the day. It's just that Vira is sitting alone with Bobby this time.

They arrived in Kathmandu at five in the afternoon. But the bus driver did not drop them off at Kanti Path, a highway close to Thamel Marg. They were dropped off downtown. The atmosphere looks chaotic due to traffic jams. The cars stopped to pick up passengers as it turned out to coincide with commuting hours. Sandeep said that this was common in Kathmandu.

Sandeep booked an online taxi that arrived after half an hour of waiting. The distance is not too far but the taxi runs slowly faltered. A taxi pulled over on Thamel Marg street and forced them to walk to Ashok's motel.

There were three room keys that Sandeep gave her. Vira is grateful to get a queen bed room with air conditioner. He imagined so comfortable sleeping tonight.

“Vir, if the Obi ngetok your room door, never open ya!” the Goda Mas Dody.

“Hahaha, will not be Mas, do not expect Obi to enter the room Vira.”

 

It's the last night in Kathmandu because their flight to Suvarnabhumi is tomorrow at half-time.

Sandeep was given permission to return to his home because he had to rest. Sandeep refused when invited to dinner together as a sign of farewell. Sandeep is convinced that they will return to Nepal and meet with her again.

After taking care of the return of the thermal sleeping bag and down jacket, Mas Une invited Vira along with him.

“Vir, clash come with me yes. Stella ask to buy local brand mountain sandals here.”

“Why should you hire Vira Mas?” tanyanya astonishment

“Stella ribet him if nitip, ask your advice, both girls.”

“Foot size Mb Stella how much Mas?”

“Foot Stella big, 40. I just ask for advice on choosing the color is Vir.”

Finally not only Vira, but all of them come with Mas Une.

It turns out that not only the choice of color but also the available models make them stay long in the shoe store and make Bobby complain of hunger.

Vira also realized that she forgot to buy cashmere for Natha and Mama. While the keychain for Mirna has been bought since the first day in Kathmandu.

Vira not too long ago chose a pastel-colored cashmere sweater for Natha and a blue pashmina cashmere for Mama.

Even Vira also bought pashmina also to Melati his best friend and Mb Ratih his teacher. Regular studies are stopped since the holidays and will only start again when the new semester arrives.

Dinner starts at ten in the evening. The road in Thamel, although it was night, was still crowded. Precisely early in the morning feels lonely because the new shops open above 10 am. It is certain that they cannot shop tomorrow because Ashok will deliver them to Tribhuvan Airport at eleven p.m.

 

Due to the time difference, they arrived in Bangkok at half-time seven p.m. The 14-hour long transit led them to stay at a hotel near Bang Kapi, near Suvarnabhumi.

They first print the boarding pass automatically to avoid the airport entrance tax the next day. Mas Une once told of his experience in transit and out of the airport without having a boarding pass which caused him to have to pay a tax of 700 baht.

This white elephant airline flies from Suvarnabhumi to Jakarta at eight in the morning. The estimate arrived around half-twelve noon.

To his surprise, Mas Cokro and Bobby did not return to Surabaya. They went to Jakarta, using the same airline as Vira.

“Koq can si Bi to Jakarta?” ask Vira

“Yes can be, my home is in Jakarta!”

“Not in Surabaya?”

“My house too anyway, only I place it after college aja.”

“You where is Bi?”

“Jakarta all.”

“Pantes yes Bi, logat lu gaul as well. Not the same as Cokro.”

“Trus Mas Cokro himself mo why?”

“Iiih it is very lu Bi, I am the same you.”

“Iih Vir, tumben elu kepo very much business Mas Coky.”

“Au ah,”

Along the way, Vira recalled the memories before Ashok drove them to Tribhuvan Airport, there was a tribute ceremony for the climbers and prayed to return to Nepal. Ceremony of honor and release using Hindu rituals typical of Nepal

Ashok gave a yellow marigold scarf inscribed with Sanskrit letters for everything and mas-mas climbers were given a headgear with a typical Nepalese weaving motif in pink mixed gray.

Remembering the climbing period that just passed makes there a little foreign feeling and also the longing that surrounds the feelings of Vira and mas-mas climbers.

“Kangen want to climb again yes Vir?” tanya Mas Une who got a seat next to Vira.

“Hahaha, yes Mas. Very strong looks. The feet cannot be put in. Daritadi wants to walk by his luggage.”

“Elu nabung used to be a lot. I take you to a fun mountain again.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a flight attendant who came to offer them a drink. Vira asks for a glass of apple juice and Mas Une asks for orange vodka.

“What's Mas drinking alcohol early in the morning?” ask Vira.

“This rule is Vir.”

“Gak mabok?”

“To make a seger Vir.”

“Koq can immediately Mas?”

“Hahaha, don't make me equal you Vir. Buset dah, you drink seuprit aja directly mabok severe.”

Mas Une laughs amusedly at the recorded drunkenness of Vira. Vira himself laughed out loud then sipped his apple juice slowly.

 

After taking care of the return administration at Immigration, they headed to the baggage claim area near the 2D exit. All look busy with their respective gadgets and occasionally look into the baggage conveyor to check the luggage. It's been 10 minutes waiting but not a single piece of baggage has come out of it.

Vira checked the chat message from Kosa who had reported herself waiting at the arrival door for half an hour ago.

“Mas Dody with Vira Yes Mas. Bang Pick up outside.”

“OK. Uh Ne, you wanna come with me? Ntar told Vira nurunin elu to perform at Tanjung Barat station. Let's all,” haggle Mas Dody.

“Mas Cokro equals Bobby follow too?” ask Vira.

“Gue to Ancol Vir, with Mas Coky.”

“Oh, okay,” said Vira short and then glanced towards the conveyor, conveyor belt that began to take out passenger baggage one by one.

They came out together at the 2D door. There looked Kosa who looked so handsome with her sunglasses. Vira's smile was so fluffy and walked quickly up to him.

“Abaaaaang.”

Kosa approached and then just patted Vira on the shoulder as she hesitated to hug him. Together with Vira there were four men with high backpacks who were also staring at him.

“Mas Une, Mas Dody,” says Kosa while nodding his head.

“Sa, this knows the team from Surabaya. Who brewokan the Cokro and who like the boyband Kepop the Obi, said Mas Une introduced and welcomed Kosa's hand.

Mas Cokro and Bobby smiled and welcomed Kosa's hand. Nothing happened as Vira feared for a moment.

“Let's join Mas,” said Bobby who was greeted with a smile Kosa.

“Bang, ntar Mas Dody same Mas Une together in the car ya!”

“OK. Want to eat first?” ask Kosa while pointing to the nearest restaurant.

“Aja Sa, the Dita from yesterday sent home cepet. Eat it at home Vir. Si Une was also asked the same grandiose son,” replied Mas Dody representing Vira.

“OK Mas.”

They separate. Mas Cokro and Bobby then boarded a luxury metallic black sedan while Kosa walked in front of Vira and Mas Une and Mas Dody towards the parking lot.