Dusk Belibis
MY GITA'S HOME

Yogyakarta is a vast city, looking for a Gita without a compass seems impossible. But Abhimanyu did not want to give up just like that. His uncle yoga never once wanted to mention anything related to the Gita. While Mardalena chose to give Abhimanyu a difficult choice to continue their affair. For the sake of wanting Abhimanyu to continue to be his mistress Mardalena gave the choice of being his and finding Gita quickly or freely! but start your own livelihood.

Mardalena just gave the green light, that Gita is in Jogja. It's unclear where.

Abhimanyu mantab chose his own path. A challenge, looking for the Gita in thousands of humans. Although it was like looking for a needle to be piled with straw, it was not a problem for Abhimanyu.

According to the diary left by Gita, Gita's parents were successful entrepreneurs in the field of electronic buying and selling.

That's where Abhimanyu started his livelihood. Enter a job application at any electronics company. Although the company did not open a vacancy.

Armed with no experience he continues to move tirelessly. Rejection for the sake of rejection became a new color for him.

"I have to irit.”

Jeeerr....

The voice of the Abhimanyu mobile phone vibrated from the morning the phone was screaming to be opened, but Abhimanyu was reluctant to open it.

"At best about Sulistyowati or Baby or. I don't know." thought Abhimanyu pessimistic.

"Uncle I promise I won't look up to Aunt Gita, but help me. Give me one chance to meet him." Abhimanyu recalled his conversation with his uncle.

"Please uncle?! please." Rajuk Abhimanyu to his uncle when they were preaching.

Abhimanyu did not know tired and gave up “No! I won't give up, auntie owes me an explanation.”

Jeeeerrr...

The phone is back vibrating.

"Who the hell?"

While sitting in the campus garden alone' relax! he started opening his phone.

Huuuuufff....

'Yoga park' is located in the notification corner.

Huh!

Once agape and expect a lot, Abhimanyu immediately raised the post, but it was cut off.

Twenty-nine times the post was missed.

"What is uncle doing this many calls."

"Uncle!" without further ado Abhimanyu immediately greeted his uncle with longing.

"How's uncle doing? I'm fine!'' Unfortunately, the phone connection was cut off, it was confirmed that the signal was bad, Abhimanyu Sanggat knew the condition of his hometown. But then a series of private chats through the WhatsApp application came.

“Come home, if you want to meet your aunt, but promise ya den, don't be naughty, this is our deal. Don't let your aunt know that Uncle's telling Aden."

The sentence in the short message was truly a miracle for the long-lost teenager.

Abhimanyu jumped so happy. A miracle that could make him live a thousand years. The miracle that made Abhimanyu run over a thousand islands. Not waiting for tomorrow or the next minute, this young man flew to his hometown.

BURY REST

---- - Arjuna Bayu------

In this wet ground I bury my fret

Dialtar Silent I'm hiding

Trying to remove petrified longing

my love is no master

dusk and memories

This restless road

Be together

begging for street dust

last

Trying to make peace with destiny

For a race

Go disappear and be restless

Buried memories with disturbing stories

For a name that is a butterfly

I was willing to give up

Away go along tired

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