Jogja At A Time
21. Wirobrajan House

The Denok went into the courtyard of a simple wooden house painted green in the corner of Wirobrajan village.

Under the roof of the roof tile house, Doni sat casually watching Seti park the Denok, his mouth throwing a puff of cigarette smoke.

Closer to Doni through the shade of two rustic and well-kept melinjo trees, Seti then sat down next to Doni.

Solid stone floor with four seats betawi mahogany brown-listed mahogany where the two sit makes anyone feel at home sitting there enjoying the atmosphere of a quiet and quiet afternoon.

"Where are they ?" Seti's gaze spun around looking for Silence and Asri.

"Again the shower" replied Doni short.

Seti turned his gaze, flashing towards the corner of the courtyard in front of his seat. The brown color of the ground and the green leaves of melinjo refreshes his eyesight.

Before long, Yuni appeared from inside the house. Take a careful step towards the round wooden table in the middle of the chair.  

Putting a tray of four cups of coffee on it, his white hands outstretched watching the small rose tattoo towards Doni who had noticed his movements.

"Beautiful" whispered Doni after Yuni moved back inside.

Seti laughed a little. If Joe always cleas ceplos reveals the woman who attracted his attention, Doni is more quiet.

 "Your tumben is about women." Seti teased him. Just this time he heard Doni comment about women. 

Silence came out shortly afterwards. A large plate of hot fried soybean was placed near the coffee tray. Her beautiful eyeballs gently locked onto the gaze of Seti who was watching her. There is a longing flame of both.

"Bah fresh Hen," said the stale Seti trying to cover his heart thump.

"Very fresh," Silent smile turned her gaze away from the lightning of Seti's eyes.

"How's Jakartu ?" Doni's chiming in on the conversation.

The house is back alive. Silence shared the joy of her lectures all the way to the Ancol art market with Yuni who is now a routine Sunday Saturday. Tells his dream to have a studio as well as a showroom in the art market.

Seti did not want to pause the joy of conversation and dreams of silence. His mind was only filled with how to explain his relationship with Asri to Silence. There is no focus on the jovial chirping of Silence and Doni.

Fortunately Yuni appeared to hide all the contents of Seti's head swirling about Asri and Silence. A moment of his hot brain cooled down as Yuni reminded of the coffee and ketela on the neglected table.

"Wah has been baptized as an artist Ancol nih," chirped Doni saw Silent removing cigarettes.

"Tuh who taught me, if you know me more closely" Silent smile knots cast a glance towards Yuni.

"Anak...She was not caught because most daydreamed in front of a photo of karate athletes," Yuni laughed faintly in response to Silence.

Feeling the ball being directed at him, Seti hurriedly sipped a coffee mug in front of him ... 

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Yuni seems to have deliberately let Seti and Silence in the Wirobrajan house shortly after the story of Jakarta's bustle flowed in the Wirobrajan house. Poking Doni, invited him to buy some goods riding the Denok loaned by Seti later.

"You look different" said softly from the thin lips of Silence shortly after Yuni and Doni disappeared from the front of the home of Wirobrajan.

The conversation that paused long enough because of the distance Jakarta Jogja slightly brushed aside the intimacy of the past both.

"You changed, too" Seti replied. There is a long space between the sentences.

Wirobrajan's house does not seem to be enough to give Seti and Silence space and time to eliminate the stiffness of each yearning release.

Like a tangle of dry love stories that rush to turn roughness into softness, sadness into joy, loneliness into a crowd of hearts, without ever manifesting in day and night. Hope everything is as easy as the words in a romance.

"How are you doing with Asri ?" Finally the name is said from Silence with a horizontal shade tone.

"just fine. Lately we've been spending a lot of time together after Mas Joko got sick,"

"Many stories in Jogja that make me and Asri decide something," did not want to linger let empty space in the midst of the rigidity of the word, finally Seti brought a series of closeness with Asri into the conversation. "I can't leave it with all the clues,"

"You're already in the same heart space ?"

"Yes ... " Wirobrajan's house was quiet for a moment. The longing that had just peaked into something strange ...

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When an uncertainty becomes a clear and bright certainty, there will be no more divination in it.

It is no longer important to ask where the twilight shade after the sun is asleep, because how many times the question rolls, the shade will return in the twilight tomorrow.

"I am not washed away Yun," without expression of pain, the silent voice uttered flat from the dimness of the interior of the house of Wirobrajan. "I'm still with them." Cigarette smoke came out of his thin lips.

Yuni stared softly. Understand the feeling of silence. The recording of the story of Silence, Asri, and Seti during the trip of Jakarta Jogja which is still attached to his memory ended without a tsunami wave. Flowing like an unstoppable creek. Leading to one place with its own nature.

"So you already know from Seti himself ?" Yuni asked, still with her gentle gaze.

Silence nodded. "Ah come on, I'm fine Yun ... They're coming here soon." This time I smiled silently.

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The arrival of Yuni to the home of Wirobrajan is not without reason. Ever since Yuni's grandmother died, Wirobrajan's home has been empty. He left it to one of his brothers in the same village. The plan to occupy the house if Yuni finishes college has been discussed for a long time with Yuni. Therefore, the father told him to look at the house Wirobrajan check his condition in his semester vacation along with Silence who invited him to look at Bening.

Lack of tools and some kitchen equipment had been bought with Doni. So if you occasionally stop by Jogja no need to bother cooking.

Only the bathroom and the WC need to be cleaned and repainted. Seti, Joe, and Doni will be working on it tomorrow. That night they will come again to deliver some items that Yuni had not had time to buy after closing the stall.

"Asik is also their stall," seeing the silent smile back, Yuni cast her first impression on Jogja.

"Lapak or gondrong waiting for him.. hihihi..," this time Silent teased Yuni. Looks like he's starting to know the contents of Doni and Yuni's head.

"Chih ... You know Doni a long time ?" Yuni responded to the silent temptation. Yuni's eye sparkle when mentioning Doni's name could not be hidden from the silent gaze.

"Only Seti and Joe," Silently replied as he prepared to improve again. "Well, let's finish the bedroom for bed first, while waiting for the gondrong to come." Silence to the room.

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Joe threw two large boxes and two cotton mattresses from the top of the rickshaw into the house of Wirobrajan. Then sit on the lapel seat after the rickshaw that drove him turned around.

"Asu tenan .. know this mending me who came with Doni," Silen and Yuni who were checking Joe's luggage laughed loudly at his grunts.

"Why come and get angry at them ?" Silence chuckled in response to Joe's grunts. Trying to cheer up his frustration.

"Si Seti said, many artisans who help transport goods from rickshaws. So I was told to go with the rickshaw, instead of the weight of tivi with Doni,"

"Tivi ?" Tanya Yuni was astonished.

"Yes, .. he said that Doni would take your orders." Joe was still murmuring as the Denok's voice came closer to the house.

Doni came down from the bondage of the Denok, with a cardboard inscription polytron tivi that has been very memorized Joe.

"Asuuuu ... " Umpat Joe again, realizing he was fooled while grinning at Seti and Doni who was disgruntled managed to prank himself.

"It's been a long time so nyambi so kuli pelvis mas ?" Still chuckling Seti sat down next to Joe.

Silence and Yuni also revealed that Joe had been severely bullied by Seti and Doni. The hallway of the Wirobrajan house began to be crowded again with disputes and familiar gestures.

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