The Way to Find You

with aji

My days in this village were quite pleasant.Slowly this pain began to erode. There is a friend Haris who is always ready to accompany me. Add another friend Aji, he was quite entertaining me. slowly I began to get along with him. several times met in the garden and chat together. quite fun people. and today I made a promise to go with him who was going to the papaya garden.

" are you ready for Wid ?" ask Aji who picked me up at aunt's house.

'' already dong'' sahutku who is ready to wait for him on the terrace.

" where is bi ifa ?"

'' it's been a garden, just calm I told you how today went with you.

" yes, I'm leaving now"

" okay".

I followed the steps towards the motorbike he parked in the yard of the aunt's house. Two helmets he had provided.one he gave me that I immediately used, another one for sure for him. soon we left the aunt's house. Throughout our journey we were silent.My eyes enjoyed this reconciling natural scenery.

trees are still growing on the side of the road.Wild grass grows green along the way.until we are on a small bridge.the road connects the village opposite to the village that I occupied. below there the water flows clear with stunning natural rocks.far end there like rice fields, but not in the form of a vast plain but stepped. maybe terraced rice fields. really it's like a luxury vacation and no need to rent a tour guide, because I've been getting free. along the way the smile continues to expand on my lips. hmmm, I feel like staying here, I want to stay here,and forget all the memories in town.

After traveling a long distance until we are in a fairly large papaya plantation.

" this is mas, the plantation ?" well, I call aji mas and I don't use the word lo,gue.age may not be far away, but anyway I just got to know him.

"yes this is the place" answered the busy aji with the paper he took out of his sling bag.My eyes were spoiled by the expanse of papaya plants that were not yet high but the fruit was so dense that it touched the ground.

" well, this small is already fruitful" I said amazed.

" for this type of papaya does bear fruit quickly, unlike papaya planted in a yard that is usually cooked" explained aji who is still busy arranging sheets of paper, put in the map.

" if this can't be cooked ?"

" it can, it's just a different texture. it's stiffer".

" oh" I'm just a mangut-mangut sok ngerti. whereas I also do not understand. have never also eaten papaya vegetables.which for sure I am enjoying this new experience of mine.

" yuk" invite aji who suddenly pulled my hand.one hand held the map and the other hand held my hand.

" excuse me" I said as I pulled a hand from her clutches.

I continued to follow behind him, enjoying the atmosphere of the garden and occasionally observing the work of the aji. every meeting with the farmer he would talk to ask about care, history, results and so on. of course also answered the question posed by all the farmers he met. about who I continue to follow him. There is enough with the answer of friends there are also who continue to tease .I choose silence. greet the farmers appropriately and simply smile kindly at them.

" weary wid ?" aji asked after a long time around and the hot sun began to assert his power.

" good"

" there yuk" he asked while pointing to a concrete-lined road that was not too broad.I just nodded following. turns his step towards the gubug across the road.

" ice mbak with two yes" aji ordered ice after arriving in a hut.

" yes mas. please sit first" said the owner of the stall that looks natural without powder or lipstick polish. me and Aji sat next to each other on a long bench facing a small table.

" what about wid ?" aji started the conversation.

" it's fun to walk around and see sights that will never be in the city".

" if so stay in the village ".

I'm laughing a little.

" it's impossible, when I have to go with aunt".

" if you follow the husband?".what kind of question is this. and his gaze, what is in the mind of aji. fortunately mbak ice seller degan come. saved me from feeling tense because of the questions and the stares of aji.

" please mas aji, and mbak... ?"

" widi mbak" I said.

" his girlfriend is aji ?"

" no, the order."

" oh, kirain girlfriend. fit you know" ledeknya while stepping away. I choose silence. naturally I was mocked, wrong himself join the man work. and here the aji even just a smile without clarifying. turns out to be more comfortable with Haris than with aji.