Steps Connect

Tau already?

Six months have passed. The life of the final semester students is increasingly challenging. And so did Anara and Hartik.

Sure they will soon feel what it is like to sit for hours in front of a laptop? In and out of the library for the sake of undeniable reference, and the one thing that makes the ears hot the most. They will be haunted by a question: When to graduate?

A new habit every morning for Anara, received a call from her lover who is now officially a working man. Candra was accepted at one of the mass media companies in Malang City as a reporter. His salary is not so high. But that's not the point.

"You be careful!" The mandatory sentence Anara gave at the end of the phone session.

"Yes. A shower! Spirit to make the script. Graduated soon!"

Anara smiled. He remembered the day Candra re-expressed her heart. After Anara graduates, Candra will come to her house. Ask Anara's family.

"Yeah." Yeah."

The connection is closed and Candra all day will be busy in the field. Looking for something interesting and certainly useful to be published in the newspaper the next day. The man refused his brother's offer to enter the same company. He has not yet established an LDR relationship with Anara.

Love really blinds everything.

"Sir, is there a title?"

"Dead off me, An."

"Geez, same."

"Where's dong?"

"We're going to the perpus! Find references!"

"Now?"

"Next year, Hartiiiik!! Do you want to take a semester? Want your UKT to go up by a percentage?"

"Yes, yeah. Let's go now!"

The friendly morning air took them to the campus library. The atmosphere was still quiet, only the sound of water gurgling from the fountain in front of the building full of books was heard. The right place to meditate to make a thesis about the next five months.

"We're going to the journal!" Take Anara to Hartik.

"I want a thesis to jump into the field, huh!"

"I'm bosen, Tik. There was a lot of research in the field. Want to go to the library."

"Tumbeeen. Usually I like to go out and see the world."

"Again the suuuuper relaxed."

"Why?"

"No idea. I'm lacking my motivation."

Anara leaned her body against the chair. Breathe in deeply. Closely close your eyes, remove the laziness that exists.

"Need vacation?"

"Ah. Ntar my script is not kelar."

"certainly done! You are the most diligent."

"No idea."

"Are you not reading the carrier?"

"Okay, Tik. It's right you."

"Jude, agenda!"

"Who the hell is it, Tik?"

"Candra?"

"He's working now. There's not much time for that."

"If I'm the same, it can't be heavy, An."

"Where?"

"To the Stone. The origin of tired already. How's it?"

"Yes my. Eating ketan?"

"Good idea."

"Seriously, Rat?" Just last week he was with Candra there.

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's what you call a vacation?"

"It's not just entertainment." Hartik replied while grinning the horse.

Both are busy choosing, opening, and reading several journals, as well as previous thesis as a source of inspiration.

"I think I'm actually doing some literature research, Tik."

"What?"

"Wear Maxim Gorky's novel."

"Seriously? Which furniture pillow?" Anara nodded steadily.

"I doain you read it not males deh." Hartik's words made Anara chuckle.

After the sun rolled over his head. Both just got back to the box. Anara has been steadily choosing the object of research. Hartik also, will take data directly to the field.

"Sir, is it now?" Tawar Anara after the two finished a boarding-style dinner. One pack of lalapan rice plus sambal.

"Okay, let's not be late either."

Both are neat, ready to visit the post that sells glutinous snacks in the Stone Square. This afternoon Hartik idea was finally an option to eliminate a little tired at the beginning of their final semester.

Hope your thesis is finished soon! Let the lecture is not molorous, his ears are also not hot because they are constantly asked 'when to pass?'

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"Your son if freelance work. I can see where I go with money." Chirps Rati finds her brother's real best friend coming up to her to the cost.

"You're interested?"

"Can too. But my money isn't much." Rati chuckles.

"So you don't think I have much money?"

"Yes, there must be a lot. The sole heir."

"Basic girl. Duiiit. Where's this?" Asked Bryan who had sputtered the motorbike he had rented from the rental.

"So much as Bryan."

"So teruuus. You are often here. I don't know a good place."

"What do you want to see?"

"No, it's too bad to get caffeine." Keep Bryan.

"Just go to Malioboro."

Rati glared at Bryan, but she didn't ignore that. In the next few minutes, the two were already between the sea of humans in Malioboro.

"Mas Bryan's...."

"Hmm."

"Freelance what the hell is it? In the WA story, it looks like just a street in Surabaya."

"You know what?"

"Yeah. Want to tell you?"

"Write, so content writer."

"Yes?"

"Lexicographer."

"Huh? What's?"

"Lek-si-ko-gra-fer."

"What?"

"Udahlah. I won't understand you. Get your ice cream out! Melting rush."

"People aren't clear yet." Rati scoops the ice cream violently.

"Heh. The defense! Out of the cage to be barbaric."

Rati chuckles gets insulted to be barbaric. He admitted it, since he lived in Jogja. The habit of eating in silence as all this time his brother taught me to just walk out. His sister is too.

"Persis momong me if the same way you. There's no grace like another girl."

"Not like Caroline?"

"No other name?"

"He's just your ex, is he?" Makes Bryan scratch his nape.

Syukuuur Candra never told Rati that before Caroline there was Siska, Rika, and a series of others.

"Rath!"

"Whataa? Rati, Mommy! Rati!" Tired Rati corrects it all.

"Your sister-in-law ...."

"Sister Anara? Why?"

"Have you heard of Anjani?"

"Not knowing me." Rati shakes her shoulders.

"Had he ever called you?"

"No, my mom."

"Don't know about it yet?"

"Most of all you have to know?"

"Not knowing either. If your boyfriend has an ex whose face looks like yours, it's probably because the girl died. How's your feeling?" Bryan asked with his analogy.

"Hmmm ... How is it?" Rati seems to think hard.

"Can't be in the shadows, right? Jombloo anyway."

"That's also a single time, realise! If my face is similar to the ex-boy. I think I'd have thought that he was looking for me to just be an impingement."

"Well, you know what I mean, Rat-ti."

"Yes yes."

"That means I don't know yet, Mas. Whoops!! Take care of this."

"Why?"

"I can cancel having a sister-in-law from Java."

"Yes a canoe of women from Java Anara doang."

"I fit in perfectly with him."

"It wasn't like Anjani the most."

"It's different."

"What? It's like a glimpse."

"His nature is not."

"Yes too."

The two again walked down every corner of Jogja City. Sometimes Rati tells no ceaseless stories about the beginning of her experience in the region. He said Jogja's cooking was sweet, as sweet as he was.

It's really fitting that she's Candra's sister. His confidence was already above the level of a god.

"Mas Bryan in the old Jogja?"

"Lumayan. While working."

"That's delicious. It works while playing."

"Why?"

"Yes, if the old is good. I feel like there's family here. I can eat for free."

"That student is this sister." Bryan Ledek.

"Be careful, Mom!"

"okay." The matic motor that Bryan was driving passed from in front of Rati.

Rati opened the phone that felt vibrating from inside her red sling bag. He shifted the logo of the phone in green, connecting with someone there.

"Sister Anara, tumben once."

"I'm doing fine. Brother how are you?"

"In Jogja. He began active college. What's up, brother?"

Rati was silent for a long time, listening to Anara speak. A moment later his head nodded in understanding.

"Here you go, brother! Nginep in my kos!"

"on your own? Is it the same Mas Djata?"

"okay, Sis. Awaiting." Rati's voice sounded enthusiastic.

Rati put her phone back in the sling bag. The turnstile was opened and Rati's body went inside the three-story building there.

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