So the Second
Chapter 45
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They both still enjoy the beauty of the Old City in Jakarta, and the melodious music makes them feel at home for a long time in its place.
"Song of music, Race." The Tari Chirps in the middle of Laras was permeating the lyrics of the song, which was so beautiful to hear in her ears.
"Again Tar," he answered Laras with a thumbs up.
Unknowingly Laras mimicked the Javanese song that was again booming among young people in this period with the nickname "Godfather of Brokenheart or god heartbroken by his loyal listeners who are usually called ambyar friend.
"Senajan kowe says, ra biso tak sawang"
"Nanging neng ati tansah kelingan"
"Manise your promises kuwi"
"Nglarani....."
"Opo I got the wrong yen I crito"
"Opo anane"
"Wong sing ning sandhingmu ben melu krungu"
"Tenane Piye"
"Opo I'm wrong yen I'm kondho"
"Opo anane"
"Ceritane tresno naliko biyen"
The lyrics of the song verse by verse, Laras has sung with a very lively sense of every intonation beat played by the players of street buskers.
All the visitors who memorized the song also sang, and the atmosphere was very boisterous, and crowded.
Unceasingly they both spread a smile so enjoy the music played.
Every now and then the two of them begin to exchange ideas, and the story of their second days at work, sometimes the problem of the man in his estimation in the white-gray period also does not escape the discussion.
The two enjoy a togetherness that does not know when they can go together again, because Laras will soon resign from work, and return home to Yogyakarta to where his parents have lived all this time.
Maybe someday when the two are far apart, because of something the future of each or between them has been married, times like this that they will always miss.
"When you go back to Yogyakarta! Don't forget Dance, Race?" tanya Tari who looks at both beads Laras eyes while looking at her hands.
"Never will! don't worry we're best friends, Tar." His reply Laras was straightforwardly steady.
This is what they have always wanted, never broken communication, the cord of friendship even though the long distance stretches between the two who are friendly.
"Relays so at home here! don't want to go home!" Said Laras who began there is comfort in this place.
"He worked at this cafe." Sahut Tari who speaks like the owner of the cafe, which is very light.
"Hahahaha if you speak like it right!" Decak Laras who laughed at the words of Tari.
"You don't want to go home! it's just here." Tari said that she was eager to pinch her cheek Laras her best friend whose laugh was too adorable, because her eyes were narrow like Japanese or Korean.
"Did you laugh, when will you get home?" tanya Dance.
"Come if you want to go home! Barrel's ready." Answer Laras.
"Come, Race." Take the Dance that has begun to rise from her chair, and drink the remaining drinks a little, dear if not spent until the end point.
After paying the total bill, the two left the cafe, and walked together to a parking lot not too far from the cafe.
They ride their motorcycles at high speed, because the day is already night.Fear of Dance in search of both parents, although before going with the barrel, Dari was already saying goodbye first.
