Starting From Grey

Study Tour

Chilly,

Ice tubs served.

Chilly,

The cold snow reached my heart.

Chilly,

This body shivers every time I remember you.

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I walked out of the hotel, and when I met Kamil in the lobby, I remembered something I had returned to my room.

I took the jacket I folded over my backpack, "Where are you going?" shinta asked as I was about to step outside.

"I saw there was a fry seller on the right of the hotel, wanted to buy to come along," I replied as I offered him, he nodded and grabbed his jacket.

"Yep" we stepped out.

"Gue nitip yes," said Salsa and Dini simultaneously and answered by Shinta.

"You don't wear a jacket" said Shinta, then we turned to the jacket in my hand.

"This is Kamil's jacket" I replied quietly and we were still walking.

"Can't you?" ask Shinta.

"Yes, last night he minjemin jacket fitting I said my jacket missed." Shinta was just a 'oh' ria, maybe she already understood my point. We walked up to Kamil who was talking to his friends.

We approached him and talked for a moment, before we left. Besides that I did not forget to return the jacket, he actually said tell makai aja before I buy a new one, but I refused because it felt bad.

"Where are you going?" ask Ismail, who also seems new from the outside.

"That sir wants a way forward, we go to Jatim Parknya at what time?" Shinta approached Ismail.

He is the builder of OSIS, so Shinta as a member of OSIS already know and quite close to the teacher of cultural arts.

"Why what?" asked Mr. Ismail while looking at me, I was quite surprised by the look in his eyes, I felt something strange.

"You seek the wind," Shinta replied casually, while Mr. Ismail was just muttering while occasionally glancing at me, instead of being disrespectful by accusing the bad but I was uncomfortable with the glance.

"I seem familiar to you," said Mr. Ismail pointing at me, I frowned my forehead a sign I was thinking.

"He's a schoolgirl, it's not appropriate if you're familiar with his face" Shinta replied representing me, we seem to have a camistery. Strange, don't you think that way too. Besides Mr. Ismail is the coach of OSIS, I was also in his class for a semester in arts and culture lessons.

"Not a real face, but like a picture," said Mr. Ismail while thinking. Maybe he remembered something. For a moment, he said 'picture' no.

Whatdoes thatmean?

Did he see my picture?

Isn't it natural that one day someone once forbade seeing my photos.

But where is it?

Ah, my mind broke into memory a few months ago, precisely during a writing meeting. Wasn't one of the editors who was in charge of directly delivering to the school also said to know me and see from my picture.

Is this the same case?

"Ah I remember, painting in the skill room." Mr. Ismail smiled brightly when he said it, he seemed relieved to find a piece of his memory puzzle. But it did not make us both smile, but made us look in shock in his direction. Although in my heart I am grateful because he saw me not because there is an intention but because he seemed to remember my familiar face.

"You're on your way, 7 o'clock should be here already," he said as he passed, leaving us with a million curious gnawing at the cavity of the mind.

"Drawing? Skill room?" Shinta let out her voice while we were still both silent thinking the same thing as her.

"You think it's weird, don't you?" shinta asked me, she nudged my arm repeatedly because I didn't respond. I am silent does not mean I do not feel or hear his words, but more to me confused to respond how.

"Forgot it, let's prove it" he said, pulling my hand toward the hotel's exit gate, which is not far, only about 100 meters away.

"But I swear I'm really curious" said Shinta who still talks about the matter.

"So he said tell lupain for a moment" I said.

"Yes, too, we go there Yuk" he asked, pointing to a roadside horde. In the entourage there is the inscription 'fry'

"Buy what mbak" said the fried trader as we began to observe his trade.

In the entourage there are lined types of fried foods. There are fried bread, ote-ote or poor people often say weci, menjes, tofu fill, mendol, cakue, fried bananas, molen instead of molen make building dough yes, molen, this molen is a fried molen that is banana wrapped in flour that tastes sweet.

"I want to weci, know the contents, and squeeze." I said, pointing at what I wanted, but even if I didn't persuade I knew for sure that the seller understood what I wanted.

Quickly and skillfully the seller was put into a clear white plastic bag. Remember, clear white yes do not want if given another color because it is not good for health.

I know if this fried food is also not good, but occasionally try it is not a problem, either, also fried foods that should not be that are not heghinis and fry it with oil mixed with ingredients that should not be mixed.

Like the oil is given lilies or plastic so that fried foods look clean and shiny. But I think this one trader InshaAllah did not cheat anyway, I actually had peeked into the frying pan and proved there is no wax or plastic and the fry is also not a pretty color. Hehe....

Then Shinta mentioned her wish as well, we were welcome to sit down first because it turns out the ice is still waiting for the fried.

"Original malang, Ma'am?" ask the merchant who is frying, the merchant there are two that one fry continuously and one serves the buyer.

"Not really, from S." Shinta answered casually.

"Oh, I'm also a newcomer" said mas who served while turning and smiling.

"Where is mas?" let me open my voice.

"Blitar Mbak" he said while serving buyers.

"Rati close to the tomb of bung Karno dong mas," said Shinta enthusiastically. Yes, Shinta wished she could go there she was so curious about her library. And also he was curious about the painting which he said had a heartbeat.

"No mbak, Blitarnya aja deket border Kediri."

We both just nodded as if we knew the place, when I was sure we didn't know at all.

"Well, Blitar means to know the fruit of Melwo dong," I said in a cheerful tone, his dumplings and looked at me with a look of disbelief, as if I had spilled oil into his wec dough alone.

"Why do you know the term fruit?" ask the mas who is flipping the weci in the frying pan.

"Hehehe, it just so happened that the aunt who helped my father's homework was a Blitar mas, who forgot the name of the territory." Bik Sum was originally from Blitar people, but he got married in my hometown and settled there. But he was born and raised in Blitar. So it's not wrong if I say the original Sum bik Blitar people.

"Owh, means you know melwo fruit?" ask again in a relaxed manner.

"What's Melwo, Mut?" before I could answer, Shinta asked first.

"Melwo's fruit is Serikaya Shin, it's lo round fruit that is like Pomegranate but the outside is not smooth there is protruding." I explained calmly, while the two merchants were still busy with their activities.

After we got what we wanted, we both went back to the hotel casually holding two fried plastic bags, not caring at all about people's judgment when we saw them. Is not sometimes I have to be selfish like that, we are not forever and things are not in following the words of people sometimes we also have a moment to be ourselves.

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It was a sunny morning, but the heat was not as stinging as in the city where I lived. Maybe because the cold temperature makes us feel ordinary with the rays of the sun, it is precisely as if we need the rays to warm the body.

But I don't wear the same bag and shoes because I only bring the ones I wore when I left yesterday, my clothes that I signed yesterday so I can make a change for tomorrow, and for the afternoon I plan to buy in Jatim park.

"Let's go over there," I asked Shinta and before long I saw Marta, Erly, Zahwa and Madina also walking along with us.

I held my father's camera around my neck, occasionally taking pictures of them walking in front of me. Starting from the children who are waiting for a ticket to enter, also some visitors who are waiting in line to enter.

I re-directed my camera lens in all directions randomly, until I focused on one point. Near the entrance I saw a figure that I had not seen for a long time as well as a figure that I had avoided. I immediately took a picture of him and immediately joined the others to hide myself.

I wish I didn't see them again. The past is disturbing. What else if the past is an unpleasant thing, not only disturbing it but like a creepy nightmare.

I went inside after placing a long ticket on my left wrist, after lining up and checking we entered alternately.

We got together and got one gaude tutor, we were given flyers in the form of floor plans, as well as some tourist attractions around the region as well.

We walked into a room that was like a museum, there we as IPA children were lucky because there were some lessons we could take.

Not to forget there are also some mirrors, concave, convex, some make us look small, fat, tall, thin, thin, and so much more when we look in front of him it makes me feel funny and fun.

Then we entered the sculpture area with Indonesian traditional clothing culture, after several photos we entered a collection of ancient discoveries in a glass box such as an aquarium. We kept going around and looking around, then we walked and I saw there was a river and there were also visitors riding on it.

"Lo pingin?" asked Shinta who was beside me, I took a random picture.

"No, I'm afraid of running water" I said as I returned to the road. Yes, somehow the rushing water flow and the deep water made me often think negatively to make myself have a fear of crawling the mind. But different again when looking at the sea from a distance far enough, somehow I feel a calmness.

"Lo is afraid of water, well if bang Abi mah likes a challenge, let alone arum straw he likes it very much," said Shinta enthusiastically, maybe he was not aware of his words, he said, I heard the name drop off my camera lens and turned to him.

"Why?" he was surprised to see me, I just kept quiet and looked at him.

"Lo why the hell? I'm not wrong, am I?" shinta asked in surprise.

"You want me to take a picture near the tree" I said with a faint smile. Shifting the conversation might have been a wise decision, I thought.

"Gue is not interested in being a model, but if you make my payment expensive lo," he said in a joking tone. I smiled and then directed my camera when Shinta had started to pose cheerfully, not long after a lot of children who posed, making Shinta annoyed.

After taking a picture, I took my foot to the mushola,

"Gapain come here?" ask Kamil who followed us.

"I want to rest, you guys play I'm not following along" I said as I cleared them up, I saw their disappointed faces.

"Keep who took our picture if you are here," Kamil followed sitting on the terrace.

"Take the camera with me" I gave him my camera. Then they walked away from me alone.

I exhaled and looked towards the visitor who was playing, you know what I was thinking? A happy family. In any case I also want to have it, but it seems like fate does not allow it, sometimes I want to be angry at the fate that gives me trouble, name my day as a role player.

I opened my bag and took the mineral water inside. I drank it not forgetting to read the basmala before and then I felt like someone was sitting next to me.

"Well don't play?" I asked Feby, he was sitting next to me.

"Gue was so tired," Feby said as he caught his breath. I smiled and looked back at the other visitors. The happiness created in their aura and face.

"So yuk," said Feby, pointing at the small bridge, I smiled, "just a moment." He nodded in agreement.

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Me and Feby walked through every area in the park without any intention to try the game rides.

Not no guts, but I don't know why I'm so reluctant. My mind seemed to be split, I could not focus and was lazy to do such things.

"That's not Madina and Erly ya play on top of that," I looked up towards the rides like a roll coster but square shaped that is on top. Ah, the game was really challenging anderline.

"Yes, I guess," I answered and then we entered a tampoline vehicle. We just saw some visitors our age were jumping around.

"Lo knew that Madina deket same Bimo IPS children, he said the heck on the bus they were sitting together," said Feby, I turned and then remembered the name Bimo. But I don't seem to know which one.

"Can the girls sit together?" We started to move again, somehow Feby kept following me. I told him that if he wanted to play, it was okay to leave me alone and join the others, but he seemed reluctant to do so.

"Yes steal time maybe" said Feby indifferently.

"Gue thought you would follow that to the Capital, but how do you even choose the one to Malang anyway, Mut?"

"I don't know, it's just that I want a new atmosphere. I also intend to study in this city." We walked through a play area called the greenhouse, screaming and water splashing. I smiled at their excitement.

''Do you want to go to college in Malang?" feby asked in disbelief. I nodded the sign confirming his words.

"Why?" feby asked in surprise, I don't know why he was so surprised by my decision.

"Something's wrong, huh?" I asked while grimacing.

"It's just a wonder" we entered a dark room and many glass boxes, and you know what's inside?

Snakes, yes there are various types of snakes in it. There are green with small and long bodies, there are large and long bodies and many more kinds.

I don't know what, I jumped when I saw the snakes until I accidentally hit a crowd of visitors.

"Sorry," I said slowly and then pulled Feby's hand out of the room.

"Lo don't papa, Mut?" ask Feby to worry. I shook my head and sat on a cement plate and drank my water. I felt my chest pounding and sweat spouts coming out on my forehead and other parts, even my hands were cold.

"Lo's afraid of snakes?" feby asked while looking at my face.

"Not afraid it's just kind of bad to see it," I replied in horror. I imagined the snake I had seen.

"You want another way?" feby asked, pointing at the crowd of visitors who were in the company with us.

"I don't think I want to rest" I said to move on.

"In there are birds, there are beautiful birds. Sure you don't want to?" feby asked in a seductive tone.

"No," I stepped out of the area and it turned out Feby was still following me.

"You don't want to go in, Papa Feb," I said feeling bad.

"No, I've been here before so accompanying you around seems a lot more fun." We both walked to the pool. It turned out that the area was quite crowded, then we sat in the restaurant drinking juice while waiting for the others to gather.

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Speech may lie, but the eyes and face cannot lie. (Kru Kepo)

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After being tired of walking around the market to the exit of the tour, Shinta and I had carried some plastic bags from our hunt. And if you ask me about Feby, he's back in trman class.

I put my groceries on top and then sat down next to Shinta. He is currently talking about a lot of things with other friends.

I opened my phone and sent a message. I also saw 3 missed calls.

Ah, dad seems like he's worried about his hero's daughter. I smiled back at the message, until without feeling all went to his chair and sat down as before. Because the bus will run and we will go to the next tourist attractions eco grand park and angkot museum.

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