Steps Connect

Puspa Indah's

“Jombang, Jombang, Jombang!!”

“Pare, Waru, empty, empty, empty!!!”

So loud the sound of the bus kernet seducing prospective passengers to make the ears feel ringing. All the seats of the bus seemed to be full, and some of the passengers were already standing in jostles. It does not necessarily decrease the intonation of the kernet to finish the final sentence “Still empty”.

Like fairyland magic, prospective passengers agree the offer of kernet and pufht bus more full, crowded, and screaming powerless to hold the load. As fast as lightning all passengers put the understanding.

Today is Wednesday, December 25, 2013, exactly today is Christmas holiday. Many employees from Malang and Batu will return home after one word of VACATION. Although they have to cram or just can not sit on the bus, the important thing is that they can gather with family at home.

Even so, the dense boisterousness of Puspa Indah did not dampen Anara's intentions. For the sake of Special City that he dreamed of since High School, for the sake of Yogyakarta (hereinafter Jogja) which he imagined from the song Kla Project.

This is where the girl, sitting beside the window in the midst of the joy of all those who yearn for the peace of Christmas. Armed with an interview with one of his majors, he was desperate to walk down the streets that were still unfamiliar to him. Not forgetting he prayed when the bus he was riding with all his energy left Landungsari to Jombang.

“That's a lot of people! It's full still empty." This one is the voice of Hartik, the real girl of Gresik who has long been impatient waiting for today. Backpacker-an desperate with Anara with similar goals, want to know Jogja.

From the corner of the window, the drizzle began to hit Puspa Indah which is now down the winding road of the hills of Pujon. Actually, their initial plan is to go to Jogja by taking Malioboro Express. Well, the end of the year must be a train ticket and careless they both did not book tickets in advance.

Sayup-sayup heard Didi Kempot's Racing Station from the bus audio. Add a friendly travel atmosphere. The rush crammed in the bus can be compensated a little, so expect.

"Tik, bring the crackle, right?" Anara asked without looking at Hartik who was busy smearing Freshcare into the philtrum, temple, and neck.

"Yes take it, An. Fear not of being taken." Sahut Hartik fast.

Hartik does have a bad history for per-bus affairs. This veiled girl will easily remove all of her stomach if not drink Antimo and severe motion sickness that she experienced will usually be completely healed after 2 or 3 days later.

"Duh, I can't wait to see Jogja, see the monument, the streets to Malioboro. Trus uploaded on BBM status." Anara started nerocos without authorization from Hartik.

"And you remember, Tik? said our lecturer, Mr. Sarwo, in Jogja there is also a place like Gang Dolly. Name's Sarkem. Is it true that in every city there is a legal area of such affairs?" Still without authorization from next door.

The sound of regular breathing from the next chair forced Anara to turn her head and as expected. His best friend had fallen asleep thanks to Antimo.

"Thanks Antimo's. Thanks to you I don't have to take care of Hartik who's drunk badly." Anara Mumbled.

This trip will be more fun if the Malioboro Express ticket is successfully bagged Anara. However, it all felt lighter when the rain came down and one more, Hartik slept soundly like a suspended animation. Sounds cruel, but then he does not have to bother like a mother who is taking care of a sick child.

Racing Station has changed with Prapatan Sleko with the same vocals. Before long, Anara was sedated and consciousness gradually disappeared, she overtook Hartik, falling asleep after paying bus fares.

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Wednesday, 25 December 2013 09:15 a.m.

This morning Anara woke up later than usual. After yesterday he resigned from the dance exam because the south Malang beach on Saturday-Sunday successfully crushed all his joints and muscles until all felt cramps.

Wrong yourself, beach shrinkage activities use Carrier all. Though this is on the beach Malang, in fact there are still many traders in the beach area.

Actually he also did not forget that today he will bill a promise to himself with Hartik to Jogja, but deliberately he woke up during the day so that his body is more fit.

"Anara, wake up! We buy breakfast to Buk Kas, breakfast pecel. Take a shower after breakfast." Anara just went out of the room without even addressing Hartik's appeal, she still took her life.

The Malang City's weather today is cloudy and as usual, a little cold. Note it! just a little cold because now a lot of pollution from the exhausts of student vehicles are increasingly unreasonable. Malang has changed its face since the migration of more humans who draw the knowledge.

An hour after breakfast was over, Anara and Hartik were ready with their respective backpacks. As usual Hartik tightly grasped Freshcare, the mainstay weapon when traveling.

Hartik wearing jin light blue pants combined a gray jacket and in-finish black blusukan hijab, perhaps to be easily restyled when he tangled with his drunk later.

And Anara, the girl in white looks ayu with dark blue jeans and a short-sleeved white shirt that fits wrapped the body as soon as possible. Her hair was pulled back. A plain face without makeup, just a Lip ice scratch makes it look more fresh, and a medium-sized backpack hanging over the shoulders makes it look almost perfect.

With his charming physique and far from boring words plus his dexterity in almost every field. No wonder if Candra, her brother who is also the chairman of BEM (Student Executive Board) was brought to his knees by the rain-loving girl. They are both very harmonious, beautiful Anara and Candra who is sturdy with sturdy jaws like a perfect partner in a fictional story.

It was almost eleven noon and Hartik began to mourn the angkot that never passed.

"Well, where is God? We've got mushroom, An. From here on I'm like a bego."

"You're patient why the hell, Tik? We're taking the bus. Still in the hunt. The last operation will still be at two o'clock. If we get on a new car, it can be heart gym." Anara tries to cool down Hartik who is getting impatient.

Clunting...

The voice of the WA (Whatsapp) message entered Anara's phone, removing her hand from Hartik's annoyed shoulder. He reached into his pants pocket and picked up the phone. There's Candra's name there.

Are you going to Jogja today? Hartik's company, right?

Soon he began to reply to his lover's message.

So, this is me same Hartik already in front of the boarding alley, waiting for the angkot.

Am I anther to the terminal? Instead of waiting for angkot later bete again.

There was a smile on the corner of Anara's lips, she was very lucky to have a lover who was not only attentive, but always there.

May :)

Only the smile emoticon can melt the heart across there.

"Tik, we're not riding an angkot. Candra's our anther to the terminal." Obviously Anara to Hartik then he started to retreat away from the lips of the road.

15 Minutes later, the white Honda Brio had stopped in front of Anara and Hartik. The glass of the car is half open and there is a smile showing a neat row of teeth. White t-shirts combined with knee-length beige pants make it look cool.

Anara truly did not regret falling into the arms of this man. Uncommanded Anara was sitting next to Candra and Hartik in the back seat like people do not expect his presence in this car.

"His length?" Candra turned to her woman as the car sped to the terminal.

Not yet will Anara answer, the voice from behind has already echoed.

"Wait for the Candranya mas not long, wait for the angkotnya who have been waiting for a mate. Long and uncertain. Good thing Candra came. Not my guarantee." Hartik was more heard complaining to his friend's girlfriend than answering questions.

Anara just laughed lightly in response to her friend's sentence. He knew very well Hartik was very honest and the sentence that came out of his mouth more often sounded funny. As Anara laughed, Candra looked back at the woman beside her.

"I'm sorry, I can't bring you to Jogja! You know it yourself. Lately there has been a DPM (Dewan Perwakilan Perwakilan Perwakilan Pemudangan) election at the Faculty. Fear if left not to-handle later."

"Yes, it's okay. I have his friends. That, the Hartik who enthusiastically beat the son of Kindergarten want to study tour." Clearly Anara was accompanied by a small laugh while looking back.

Candra just smiled to watch Hartik behind the mouth like a sign of disapproval if he was likened to a child who was excited because of the study tour. Is it really that bad?

Song He belongs to Sammy Simorangkir syahdu filled the space in the car. Even so, it filled the entire space of Anara's heart that felt so loved by the man beside her.

Hartik first came down when he arrived at Landungsari and was seen busy talking to someone through his cellphone. Anara is still stuck in the car thanks to Candra's hand. He saw the man next to him and as expected there was a lips that was smiling soothing and eyes soothing.

"I'll be fine. Believe me!" Anara returned Candra's tight grip.

"I believe, always tell me!" Now his hand has moved to the end of the head of the woman he loves while occasionally rubbing it.

"Yes dear. Before the new year I was back in Malang. You're like I'm gonna be gone a year".

"Yes gotta! before the new year you must be in Malang. What's going to happen there for so long? Should I be picked up?" This time it sounded more like a disassociation as Candra's jaw began to harden with a sharp look from her eyes that started to get a little fiery.

"I'm down huh? Hartik is done with it." Trying to dampen the heat that began to be created, Anara rushed down without waiting for the approval of her interlocutor.

The man next to him still silently pecked without a sign would say. "Candra, fine as long as I'm not here!" Anara was out of the car when Candra's focus returned.

"Be careful as long as it's far away and..."

"And do not mess around, always tell the news, keep your eyes, take care of your heart, take care of all. That right?" Anara had already resumed the sentence she had cut with a little annoyance. Always so every one will be separated, Candra is too possessive of her.

Seeing her woman look cobbled. He immediately came down to continue his sentence, "and remember I'm here." His hand pointed right at the heart of Anara with a smile. No need to wait for permission, Candra had already pulled Anara in her arms.

"Ehem." The voice next door ended the relationship of the two human children.

"And I'm getting kind of weird watching you guys cuddle up here s.e.n.d.i.r.i.a.n." Hartik protested.

Anara glanced at the watch in her hand, there the clock was already at the number 11.15. Fear of more daylight and the weather is getting cloudy. Anara nods her head as code on Hartik to continue their mission. A moment later the look in his eyes had moved on Candra's bead.

"I'm leaving first, you be careful behind!"

Candra just smiled accompanied by a light nod and now her sharp eyes have moved on Hartik, "jagain!".

"Yes to Candra! Don't worry. I'll keep your Anamu until you get back here." Hartik's sentence was answered with a nod from Candra.

"Be careful!" The words from Candra became the closing of their meeting on Christmas Day.

Anara and Hartik slightly ran over while waving goodbye signs and immediately entered towards the terminal. Yes, they are only delivered to the entrance because the terminal conditions are very crowded.

Arriving at the terminal, Anara asked the toilet guard which bus they should take to get to Waru, Jombang.

"Tik's in the toilet? Change me for a second."

About 10 minutes later they are already in the bus Puspa Indah which will bring both of them to an unforgettable new experience. Only a few seats were still empty.

"Alhamdulillah, we're still in the chair, An. Usually yes, I if from Arjosari to Bungurasih it is right after the holiday must be very crowded to stand. Not having to pass to Wilangon continue to still have to find another bus to enter my area. Duh very crowded anyway, especially there are many employees from the factory so if the holidays must be crowded at home too." Hartik told Anara about his village experience.

"When you go back to Gresik, you never take the train, Tik? I don't have to change buses."

"Never, do not know also if the train must go down which station continues to ride what else? I am confused, An. Anyway, you'll know that I haven't been on the train either."

"You get on the train every once in a while, Tik! Let me know what it's like? Let's have experience. The train is now quite good, starting to be organized, clean, and systemized. Different from last year still likes there are illegal, dirty, and bad-tempered passengers. Already more advanced into our per-KAI-an world" Anara was like his favorite lecturer, Mr. Sarwo in explaining something. The Hartik view.

"Are we coming home from Jogja by train, An. How's it? Can't you?" Hartik suddenly had an idea.

"Eh, yes. Could be it. Hope we get some tickets. Want this new year, like we want to go to Jogja aja tickets are also over."

"Yes, too." Hartik.

"Have you been drinking Antimo yet?" Anara suddenly remembered another mandatory weapon belonging to Hartik when traveling.

"Udah Dong, An. From the cost I even drank it. It's not funny that I have to be a mabok. Could-can just move to sleep in Jogja if it reaches mabok."

"Thank God. I hope you don't add to my burden. My bag is heavy." The insinuations from Anara were only answered by Hartik who was joined by the soft laughter of Anara.

Without notice, the bus they were riding on was already full of passengers. Some of them even stood up. A moment later, the driver began to step on the accelerator of the bus and Puspa Indah slowly left Landungsari.