Don't Call Me Om!
Meet the Future Candidate-in-Law

(hobby om Aksa who likes to hold Karin's hand, while ngelus ngelus manjahhhh..😅😅😅. skip)

after traveling approximately eight hours, at six o'clock in the morning aksa and karin arrived in the city of Yogyakarta or more often called Jogja, got various nicknames such as the city of gudeg, the city of students, city of struggle and city of tourism.

Jogja is also called a city of culture, original and beautiful cultural arts, always found in the royal palace and in the surrounding areas. As a former large kingdom, Yogyakarta has a high arts and culture and is even a center and source of Javanese cultural arts.

Relics of these arts can still be seen carved in historical monuments such as temples, palaces, and other places that are still related to palace life. Some of them are housed in cultural museums. Besides that, the cultural art life in Yogyakarta is visible in everyday life.

Throughout his life Aksa never set foot into the land of Jogja, but from the stories he often heard, the city of Jogja is very beautiful and the community is also famous for being friendly.

"branch, we go to malioboro first yuk!." since arriving in jogja, karin become google maps private aksa. show the direction to the right, the, to the left he even had time to take aksa through the ant road because it was jammed.

from a distance aksa see the monument jogja which means their destination is near. karin eyes are more sparkling when seeing andong and rickshaw passing in front of him.

"branch, let's ride it." karin pointed at andong who had about four people in front of her.

"luck!."

"are you happy?" asked Aksa who had seen a smile on her tiny lips.

"of course, I miss this city of my birth so much." I just kept listening to the karine babble that sounded so pleasant in his ears.

ah, happy.why not just from the first meeting.

"branch look at that!." karin pointed at one of the soto stalls that andong passed.

"junk soto?." Aksa furrowed her eyebrows

"Eits, don't rush ilfeel by his name, huh? Soto Garbage is one of the soto stalls are quite famous here. Although the name is a little strange, but the taste of the soto... The champion! you have to try, you must be addicted."

"enggeh den (iya tuan) the stall has been open since 1970" said the coachman, helping karin explain to Aksa

"want to know why it's called soto garbage?."

"why? I mean why trash? there is no better name?." asked aksa who had been curious since then why can be called soto garbage, soto, the first time that some buyers have in mind could be something dirty and messy.

"soto is dubbed as Soto Trash because it is full of dishes with various fillings such as vermicelli, taoge, tomatoes, meat, and so on." aksa just nodded in understanding.

Located to the east of Yogyakarta Palace and has a super sloping price, no wonder many are interested in this shop. 

after being satisfied around, karin pulled aksa hand to approach the seller of some typical jogja food.there are meniran, kipo cake, tempe jadah, incense, semar mendem and more.

"honey."

"shut! the snacks here are all delicious, brother has never eaten kayak snacks gini right?."

"but.." aksa wanted to warn karin that snacks here could not be hygienic.

"aaaaa.." one klepon goes into the mouth of aksa.

"how?." Karin saw the usual expression of aksa.

"em, there's brown sugar dear." twinkle the face of aksa after feeling the glutinous rice-based food is so adorable in the eyes of karin

"tasty right?."

"good." I'm giving you two thumbs up

they choose some of the favorite food of father and mother karin. in this Malioboro market, in the heart of Jogja, there are many friendly sellers who offer their merchandise.

karin decides to have breakfast in the trash first before going home.

"honey, we take photos first." it does not feel afdol if you have not posed around the sign 'jl.Malioboro'

"branch, let's go home! the sun's starting to get hot."

go home? god, why can I forget that I'm not here for a vacation but to meet my future father-in-law. uh, candidates haven't ding!

"sad, still far away?."

"deket, in the front alley it turns right."

cold sweat began to drench the aksa temple, its heart race in action faster than usual.

"why branch?."

"i'm nervous."

"astaga, relax. you can't eat your brother."

"if I'm rejected what?."

"tau ah, said bi ijah we were told to elope. is not tired of eloping while running?." karin chuckled trying to comfort the tense looking aksa.

the big house that looks beautiful is also quiet, aksa did not see anyone passing by there.

"mother.." Karin hugged her mother who was watering her plant collection.

"eh mother's son, why didn't you tell me you wanted to come?."

"yes, I want to surprise you on purpose."

"home alone?."

"no. I'm the same brother." karin pointed at the aksa who lowered her head to greet Rita's mother.

"are you arya sir's son? well, it's big now."

"yes aunty." I'm going to greet her future father-in-law, errat! the prospective in-laws.

"where's father, ma'am?."

"father is still in the village, but soon." bu rita returned to water her plants

"what is aunt doing?."

"just call mom, mom and mom you've been friends for a long time, thank you for bringing karin here."

"of course ma'am, karin is my girlfriend" said aksa lowered his head in embarrassment.Rita's mother turned to karin trying to ask the truth.

"hehehe, yes, ma'am, I'm the same brother dating. brother here wants to see you."

"wah.. means bener rin, because you like to wake up the bad luck of his soul mate so.." karin immediately approached his mother and hinted to be quiet.

"son of aksa, let's go inside."

"mother finish first the work of mother, I will wait here.this is what flowers ma'am?." aksa tried to familiarize himself with bu rita, at least if the prospective father-in-law fierce, at least, he can ask for help from mommy.

"it's called anthurium andraeanum or commonly called flamingo flower, which is this blue star fem, which is this chinese money plant, which is it bunny ear cactus, which is it monstera and this one is broad widow."

"widow?." asked aksa repeating.

as they were busy talking, the sound of a car engine entered the courtyard of the house.

"that's father."

the glek!

aksa saw a man her father's age coming down from the driver's door, a man who was as tall as arya sir, tall and well-groomed with well-groomed hair.

aksa greeted by lowering his head and smiling.santoso replied with a smile and entered his house.

"let's go in, son, you've come." mama rita followed santoso sir in.

"let's go!." Karin was also about to enter his house.

"honey." I'm holding karin's hand

"why?."

"i'm.."

"fear branch?." will shake his head

"then?."

"i'm peeing." Karin tepok jidat

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one of their portraits in Malioboro!!😋😋😋