There is No Need for Love

Q2: Towards the Plantation

The camp was finished, Farhan had a lot of conversations with Tomy, especially about the state of East Kotawaringin Regency where Tomy lived, he also knew exactly the plantation where Haris worked, and he also knew exactly what, so Farhan is quite interested to go there, because indeed the time allowed for holidays is still there.

“You are seriously going to Kotawaringin Timur ?”.

Farhan nodded his head. “Serious Tom. I have an uncle on the estate it”.

“Uncle ?”. Tomy slightly scratched his forehead.

Farhan nodded his head. “Iya Tom's. To be exact, my oldest brother's father-in-law”.

Tomy then just nods his head to hear Farhan's explanation, Tomy also gives an explanation of the difficulty of the terrain to the plantation, because the distance from the district capital, where Tomy's residence is still quite far.

“If it's serious, I can take you there”.

Farhan's eyes immediately sparkled. “You Serious Tom ?”.

Tomy nodded his head. “Seriously, we can ride the motor, at least about six or seven hours to get there”.

Farhan was indeed a smile, but his heart was moving strangely as well, the journey on the seven-hour motorbike was not a close distance, under normal conditions with minimum speed, it could already penetrate 210 KM, it was already able to penetrate, assuming that 30 KM will be reached within an hour.

“Why don't you just call your uncle Far, let's shut you up, it's safer so”.

Farhan. “It's bad so Tom, I want to make a surprise so, arrived, duarrrr... is in plantation”.

Tomy was just a whimper, but what Farhan said according to Tomy was fun too, Tomy was also used to it and liked to do that, he liked to go to his family's house far away without saying say before, Tomy was also used to it, so that by the time he arrived, everything was equally surprised, it was very encouraging.

“Okey Far, it's up to you. Then, we book a ticket to Palangkaraya, from there, we just drive to Kotawaringin Timur”.

“Still far away Tom ?”.

Tomy shook her head. “Neither Far. That's only about 190 KM, the road is about four hours less”.

Farhan scratched his head that was not itchy, just a smile, how a four-hour trip is more spelled out close, but whatever, the inner Farhan. What is clear, he really wants to see firsthand the life of his uncle Haris on the plantation, certainly much different from life in the city.

Farhan only nodded his head when Tomy could excuse himself to try to find a ticket for them, Farhan who was tired enough, so he accepted Tomy's advice to rest at the inn, for this one Farhan had to give a thumbs up, Tomy's physical endurance could be ten times that of him.

After Tomy left, Farhan lay down his body, probably already in a very tired position, Farhan soon fell asleep quite soundly, let alone the atmosphere in the inn was very cool, inversely proportional to weather conditions at the campground.

Farhan woke up, Farhan's forehead immediately wrinkled when he saw the clock in his hand, already at 20:00 WIB, even isya had passed, Farhan's forehead was increasingly wrinkled when looking from behind the window, Tomy was standing lethargic while playing her phone.

Farhan went out and approached Tomy. “Why Tom ?”.

Tomy looked at Farhan's face with a completely uninspired look, Farhan's feeling even so unpleasant, let alone looking at the clock, they should have left already, they should have left, but why did Tomy even look at him with such a lethargic look.

“Why is Tom ?, what time does it fly”.

Tomy shook her head. “There are no Far flights, not even tomorrow, new tickets exist for the daya”.

Farhan was glaring. “So how ?”.

Tomy shrug. “You how else Far. Waiting the day after tomorrow is the same as lying, or ..”. Tomy was doubtful.

“Or what Tom ?”.

Tomy took a long breath. “We road”.

“Bus means Tom ?”.

Tomy nodded his head. “So that means Far, we take a bus to Palangkaraya, from there we connect again to Kotawaringin”.

Farhan looked at Tomy long enough, breathing heavily before turning his eyes to the inn yard, Farhan thought, he had gone so far, had left the group, do not let his friend's friend have arrived in Jakarta, sleeping in his house maybe, Farhan's time had to retreat.

Farhan then scratched his head which was not at all itchy, still in doubt. “Away too that yes Tom ?”.

Tomy laughed a little. “Yes, stay away Far”.

“How much is it ?”.

Tomy shook his head and returned with a small laugh. “Pontianak to Kotawaringin Timur is about 898 KM less, in normal time it is taped almost seventeen hours through little jugalah”.

Farhan. “Seventeen hours ?”.

Tomy nodded back. “If we move tomorrow at 08.00, the estimate until the day after morning, if it continues it can be until around 02.00 in the morning, but it is impossible, the bus will usually slow down the road, until we get there in the morning, around 06.00 gitu lah”.

“One day one night Tom ?”.

Farhan let out a very long sigh, even now complete with a groan, Farhan did not expect to be so quick. But, the more into Farhan the more interested, for life he has never been on a bus until one day one night, this will certainly give birth to new experiences.

Farhan breathed heavily again. “Already done Tom, ready. We leave tomorrow”.

Tomy immediately glared, glared in surprise, not expecting Farhan to agree. “You're serious Far ?”.

Farhan nodded his head. “Serius”.

Tommy held out his hand. “Deal ?”.

Farhan received Tomy's hand. ”Deal”.

Both equally laugh, Farhan just smile smile just heard Tomy call the bus agency, it didn't take long, it was a deal. They will go to Tomy's hometown by bus, a long journey.

For Tomy it certainly does not matter at all, unlike Farhan who now imagines how his journey will be, which is imagined in Farhan's head now is his Brother and Sister-in-law, Asrul and Risda, who are, they were there for three years, Farhan wanted to see it too.

Morning peeked quickly, Farhan looked so eager to pack his goods that actually not much, Tomy until the head gel saw him, Tomy found the spirit of Farhan high, and the, this then makes Tomy so curious about Uncle who wants to meet Farhan in the plantation.

Farhan was quite surprised to see the bus that would take them, of course Farhan was well acquainted with the name, because Farhan also often ride in Jakarta, Damri. Farhan even found out that Damri had a route that far. Tomy came back only to shake his head, but was brightly happy to see Farhan's spirit.

Farhan and Tomy rushed up when all the passengers were asked to board, Farhan of course took a seat on the edge so that he could freely see the road from the glass of the bus, it was certainly a very good look in Farhan's eyes, one new experience that might be difficult to repeat many times.

“This bus gets to Kotawaringin Tom ?”.

Tomy shook her head. “Can be yes, but usually not”.

Farhan slightly frowned. “Kok can be ?”.

Tomy smiled thinly. “Rute initially it only up to Pangkalan Bun, but if there are many passengers to East Kotawaringin, usually the Bus will continue the journey”.

Farhan nodded his head. “From Pangkalan Bun to Kotawaringin is still a long way away Tom ?”.

Tomy shook her head. “Around six hours trip course”.

Farhan so laughed, from yesterday just like that, Tomy always said close, soon, not far away and so on, whereas for Farhan, a trip of more than five hours is not a short trip, but a short trip, it has entered the long category, even for the size of Jakarta, even already very dear long.

Farhan finally tired and began to sleepy when the bus had entered a quiet area with a view of the towering pepohan, Farhan's eyes began to wither and dim, aided by the beautiful forest scenery, looks cool and increases sleepy volume.

Farhan rubbed his eyes as Tomy shook his shoulders, Farhan straightened, the bus did stop, Farhan looked outside the bus, it was like a restaurant, but there were many buses there, like a pool of bus stops.

Farhan followed Tomy who got off the bus, Farhan shook his head, it turns out they were the last people to go down to rest after a few hours on the way, the same with Tomy, Farhan also ordered a small meal plus coffee, and he also ordered a small meal, that seems to be the best menu for now.

“We're where Tom is?”.

Tomy smiled little. “This is the border of West Kalimantan with Central Kalimantan, now, we have entered Central Kalimantan”. Tomy.

Farhan nodded his head. “Hutansnya still much huh Tom ?”.

This was said by Farhan because he saw a line of hills with trees that are still shady, a sight that will not be found in Jakarta, at a glance for Farhan, it was a very soothing sight to the eye, he said, Farhan Nyakin, if there, it will be cold.

Tomy smiled back. “This is called Delang District, direct border with West Kalimantan Province. Later in Lamandau Regency, the scenery is good Far, the area is often used as a resting place for motorists who cross”.

“We will stop by also ?”.

Tomy shook her head. “Yes, not Far, who stopped is of course only a private vehicle, if the bus kayaks like this, yes, just through”.

Farhan chuckled a little too. “Iya also yes, right we are not tourism”.

Tomy laughed. “Eatya only through”.

Both of them laughed the same. Farhan had started to feel the sensation of a long trip by bus, after thinking, it was fun too, Farhan got a lot of new experiences, and he was just getting a lot of new experiences, model and shape of new areas that he had never seen before.

There was much to Farhan's attention, ranging from the shape of the house, the condition of the area completely different from what Farhan often saw, to the shape of the street that Farhan said was too small, and the condition of the area was very different, even initially Farhan was not sure if a bus of this size could pass on the road like this.

But Farhan was just a whimper, in fact he could, although at some point if two buses met, had to slow down during a dispute, some even had to stop first one in order to pass calmly, he said, sometimes the setting is even quite stressful for Farhan.

Actually Farhan had also passed through the same terrain, when he and his family returned to his mother's village in Padangsidimpuan City, North Sumatra, but they always use a small car, it turns out to take a bus like this, like this, the sensation is better, because the view is wider.

The rest was not long, once the food and drinks they ordered ran out, the passengers were asked to go up again, Farhan hurriedly paid for food and rushed up, the long journey will continue again.

…. Connect …