Steps Connect

Malang City: Waiting for Explanation

The iron snake carrying Anara and Hartik had started to bend his body, the sound of a long horn 2 times as a 35 motto became a marker that the train was ready to leave.

A few minutes later the train was running quickly accompanied by a distinctive sound of friction wheels and rails. Malioboro Express divides the cold and dark of the night, leaving Jogja which is certainly full of memories and equip each entrant with longing.

The air inside the carriage froze even more as the air conditioning spread coldly throughout the space. The atmosphere was still quiet, only a few seats were filled.

Women in jeans who are busy reading books and hijab women who sit circulating views in front of him, both are silent enjoying their respective trips.

"An. is there a place to eat this train?"

"There's a Reska heh as I wish, but if this semalem either still operation what is not? Try asking prama prami who passed by! Why why?"

"A coffee maker. It was cold" The hijab-wearing woman displayed a cold expression while grinding her teeth.

Before long a priest passed by and Hartik ordered a hot cappucino for himself because Anara refused a drink offer from him.

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It was past midnight when the train arrived at Madiun Station. Anara had already closed her book from about an hour ago, but her eyes were still hard to shut. While Hartik in front of him had already dissolved into dreamland, he took his cellphone which was deliberately left in a backpack.

The white cell phone was opened. What he's looking for he can't find, it's outrageous! Candra didn't even apologize for yelling at her. Not even explain.

Now his fingers have managed to open the WA message of the new number, the,

Hi Anara, you,

Thank you for your promise to come to this city, the city we dreamed of together.

No need to ask, he already knows who the owner of the number, stubbornly this man, he still mutely calls me to Jogja for a promise in the past. But if not for that, what else? I don't know. which is certain that number now has a name on Anara's phone.

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It was almost morning when the train crossed the road that felt increasingly uphill, the right and left sides like a carpet that was slapped revealing green rice plants tanned in the light of dawn.

Anara who was still closed slowly opened her eyes because of Hartik's voice that woke her up, "An, wake up! Look that!" His hand pointed out at the farmer's beautiful field of hope similar to the paint scratches on the canvas. Hartik's smile expands as it's his first memorable experience.

Anara followed the direction of Hartik's index finger, her net found a neat row of rice that swayed thanks to the sweep of the wind carried by the train, Oh beautiful. Do you know which area this is? Kepanjen, the administrative center of Malang Regency, is located just south of Malang City. Not once twice he took the train, often he rode an iron snake during college holidays to return to his hometown. No doubt, he knows exactly this street.

In about 30 minutes he will arrive in Malang, hope picked up Candra just like that along with the treatment he received. After all, there is an angkot, there is an ojek, also a taxi. She is an independent woman who will not be silent just because she did not get picked up by her lover.

"Sir, I wash my face first!" The girl walked away from her best friend to the end of the carriage to find the toilet.

He washed his face to look fresher, his messy hair has now been dyed and showed a level neck. He looked at the mirror in front of him. Blasting memories of last night's events, he is embraced by men from his past and without rejection. Has he made peace with his loss first? His smile could not be hidden.

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The train stopped at the last station - the new city of Malang - when the sun had already begun to rise in the eastern horizon. Anara and Hartik walk down the platform to the exit. The atmosphere this morning is still quiet, only a few angkots are already operational, the kelolan ojek has not been seen, let alone taxis.

"An, how? What do we climb to the cost? or Candra's picking you up?" Anara frowned, she forgot that Hartik did not know about the incident yesterday afternoon. Quickly, he asked his lover who was inexplicably it?

"Let's take an angkot, Tik." A hint of disappointment was clearly visible on his best friend's face. The reason is certainly, because angkot must be long ngetem.

"Ngojek it! Angkot must be waiting full first. It's just that look still lonely."

The second step stopped at a simple food stall, two bowls of Soto Lamongan and two glasses of warm tea were presented in front of them. While recounting a bit of friction between himself and Candra yesterday, soto in the bowl he bribed without rest .. Satisfied already, closed breakfast this morning with a glass of warm tea that managed to restore his energy and spirit.

Just when they came out of the food stall, the angkot across the street with the AL written already filled with passengers, both of them rushed to the lips of the highway hoping not to be left behind. It's too bad to have to wait again. However, suddenly his second step was stopped by a 250cc dirt bike that blocked.

Cross jpx helmets are open and Candra is known to block them. Still with a cold gaze, he told Hartik to go home to take a taxi that was ready behind him, of course the woman did not have to bother thinking about the numbers in the argo.

Now his eagle eyes were already staring at the woman in front of him, who was stared at immediately threw a glance in the other direction. Unable to be lied to, Anara was still so upset with the man named Candra, as if by herself.

"Come with me!" The words cannot be donego.

"No." Anara turned around but immediately her wrist was held tightly by the man before her.

"Well or did something you didn't even think of here?" It was not a question, but a threat that Anara realized when she knew where Candra's eyes were aiming, her lips.

Anara knew very well the man in front of her never pulled the words out of her mouth. Finally he followed Candra's orders. Now he was in the back seat and the motor drove away from the station. But the road they take is not the road to kos.

"Where?" Anara's voice must collide with the morning wind to reach the helmet-covered ear of Candra. There was no response or he did not hear. Repeat the question a little harder.

"Candra, where are we going?" A few people at the side turned their heads towards him, it turned out that they stopped at a red light. His loud voice certainly invited the attention of others. Anara looked straight ahead ..embarrassed, that was all she felt.

"Later you'll know."

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They kept quiet during the trip. For about 20 minutes, the motorbike they were driving stopped in front of a house with a black fence. Looks lonely and Anara wonders why Candra brought her here?

Candra opened the fence and parked her bike in the garage. Anara soon realized, there was also a white car owned by Candra.

"Whose house? Why are we here?"

Candra was still silent a thousand languages, she opened the door of the house and Anara followed in her footsteps.

"Sit down!" Candra asks Anara to wait and she is seen entering one of the rooms.

Whose house is this? Why so quiet? His mind had started to unsettle and imagine the no-no. Is Candra crazy?

Shortly awaited out the room with a jacket that has been dated. Not directly meet the woman who was sitting alone waiting for him, he even went to the pantry to make lemon tea favorite guests.

"Drink!" A glass of lemon tea he put on Anara.

"I just finished a glass of warm tea, there's no room anymore." Anara refused. If he receives the drink, he can throw up right now.

"All right." Candra took a seat next to Anara, very close to even just the cloth they were wearing each was the barrier.

Candra stared fixedly at the woman who was now in front of her. Their face distance may be only 20cm. No less, Anara returned her male gaze. His one hand was already in Candra's grasp.

"I'm sorry" Just one word came out of the lips in front of her. However, his eyes implied real regret.

Anara is still waiting for the next sentence, hoping for an explanation that will make her understand why she should be yelled at?