LOVE BLOWS FROM REUNION
Episode 11: PICNIC TO A TOURIST VILLAGE

    At 08:00 two large tourist buses are on standby in front of the hotel. The reunion participants and their families had entered the bus. Pesrta is divided into two buses. Handoyo complains of his friends who entered on bus one. While Jojon helped to silence his friends who were on bus two. The two buses are complete. Bus one is not done yet. Only Yudi and Rini are yet to be seen.

    "Jude ...! Judy ...!" handoyo shouted to Yudi.

    The summoned one still ran out of the hotel lobby. Of course with Rini. They were late for the bus.

    "Jude ...! You're on the bus here!" handoyo said again.

    "Every boss .... Sorry, boss ..." said Yudi.

    "Where the hell, Yud .., how late .., here sitting in front. Accompany Mr. Driver." Handoyo said again.

    "Horeee ...! Fun ..., fun ...!" the cheers of her friends as Rini and Yudi get on the bus.

    "Ehm ..., um ...!" there are also those who pretend to cheat.

    "Big iwir ...! Hueh ..., suwiiiit ....!" various babbles came out tempting Rini and Yudi who came late together.

    Rini blushed in embarrassment, her cheeks instantly flushed. So too Yudi. Luckily Yudi immediately sat down near the driver, so as not to pass his friends who are idly mocked. But for Rini, she had to walk in.

    "Here, Rin .., sit with me" said Anik, whose seat beside him was still empty.

    "Yes, Nik .., thank you." replied Rini who went straight to the seat beside Anik.

    "How can you be with Yudi?" ask Anik the kepo.

    "It just so happened to meet in the elevator" answered Rini, a little lying to her friend.

    "Oooo ...." Anik.

    "Where are we going?" ask Rini.

    "You nganter manten ..." answered Anik jokingly.

    "Ach, which is ...?! Where's manten?!" hatch Rini.

    "It's you .... Haha ...!" Anik laughing.

    "Basic, eloh, Nik ...!" Rini hits Anik's shoulder.

    "No, Rin .., we're going to Yudi's place .... That's why, Yudi in front. He was the guide" Anik said confirming his goal.

    "Ach, which is ...?! What about Yudi's house?" now replace the Rini who kepo. He became curious, what is really in place Yudi.

    "Picnic, Rin .... We are in Jogja, we are muters. Including to Yudi's place, to Nirwana Village." explained Anik.

    "Isn't Yudi's house in Magelang?" ask Rini.

    "It's moved, yeah .... He became an employee at Bantul." replied Anik.

    "Oooo ...." Rini gawked, only to find out that Yudi lived in Bantul.

    Yes, since graduating High School, Yudi continued his studies at ASRI Yogyakarta, then worked at the Tourism Office. Finally he settled in Jogja, in the area of Bantul, which is now his residence.

    The bus continued to run towards Bantul. Yudi showed the direction of the road to the Driver. Participants enjoy the view along the way.

    "Straight, Mr. .. towards Parangtritis" said Yudi pointing at the driver.

    "Yes, sir." replied the young driver.

    "Slow down a little bit, sir .... A little forward, later in front turn to the left. Slow down, because the path is a little small" said Yudi, as his hand pointed out the direction.

    "Ready ...." The driver turned the bus, got into the road to Nirwana Village.

    "In front there is a field, then go in. We parked in the field" Yudi said again.

    In the field, these tourists are greeted by antique old VW cars. There are VW combi, there are VW safari, there are also VW frogs. Some VW cabins are open. Colorful, attractive looking. Of course, the tourists feel amazed and happy. Yes, these VW cars are indeed provided for sightseeing to attractions in Nirwana Village. Buses cannot travel around the village. Usually by the manager, private cars are also parked in the field, while for traveling around the village, tourists are asked to use VW cars managed by the Kampung Nirwana organization. To travel around the entire village is only charged a gasoline fee of fifty thousand rupiah. Pay it not to the driver, but there is already a separate ticket section. The goal is to support the economy of all communities in Nirwana Village, giving fortune to everyone. But most importantly, the existence of VW is more giving its own charm and charm, adding to the exotic Kampung Nirwana. There are memories that can be brought home. At least, these tourists can take selfies alias selfies in antique cars.

    "Mother, Mother, friends, everyone, we're taking this VW car. Please choose, each car can be filled with three or four people" said Yudi who asked his friends to ride in an antique VW car.

    "Simelaap ...!"

    "Come ..., come ..., come ...!" welcome his enthusiastic friends.

    The reunion participants were directly on board the VW that was ready to take them, to travel around the village, traveling in the style of Nirwana Village. They choose the color and type of VW as they like. And those who don't miss, they're on selfies first. What matters is self.

    "Mas Yudi ..., where are we going?" ask the front VW driver.

    "Round around the village first, after that witness jathilan, then to Batik Nirwana, continued to Taman Awang-Awang" replied Yudi.

    "Ndak stop by Mas Yudi's house?" ask the driver again.

    "No need, then let the owner." said Yudi.

    "Okay, boss ...! Road ...!" said the frontmost VW driver who directly runs his vehicle.

    The VW line also rolled around the streets of the village. Tourists look to the right and to the left. Along the way his vision was spoiled by the beautiful buildings of the residents' houses neatly arranged and beautiful. Unique architecture. Although only a village house, but an attractive architectural order, can provide artistic objects. Of course, the tourists were amazed to see the beauty of the village.

    Only about fifteen minutes, a row of VW cars that take tourists Yudi friends was around. Furthermore, VW stopped in front of a gate made of natural stone, like a relic of the Hindu-Buda era. Like the temple gate, but it has been designed modern. From outside the archway, there was a sound of gamelan being pounded.

    "Father, Mother .., please come down, and enter the inner court. Mother father can watch the typical dance of children of Kampung Nirwana. People here call jathilan. If elsewhere called a lumping horse. Monggo, please ..." said the VW driver.

    Passengers descended, then headed for the gate, into a fairly wide courtyard. All the courts are given natural stone floors. On the right side of the gate there is a long chair made of wood, to sit for guests who watch the dance. On the left side of the ground is rather high, made a trap, for the place of the gamelan. There are about six children. In the courtyard, there were six children in dancing suits, riding on lumping horses, they were dancing jathilan. Behind the jathilan dancers, there are two children, one small skinny, and the other big fat, with the same clothes as the dancers, they wear masks. The movement is funny, inviting laughter of the visitors. The two children were called penthul temhem. Jathilan dance is simple but fun to watch. What is unique is that everything is done by children.

    Actually this place is not only for jathilan dance, but also for other dances and theater performances. Once a month there is a theater performance performed by teenagers.

    After watching the jathilan dance, they returned to ride VW, to continue their tour. Just walking for about five minutes, they arrived at the house with a rather spacious courtyard. The house was only a red brick wall that was neatly arranged, but the architect arranged very artistically, looking beautiful like a building in a fairyland. There are pillars made of natural stone. If in Bali the pillars of the house are tied with black white cloth, in Nirwana Village, the stone pillars are wrapped in gold and silver-proved batik cloth.

    "Mr, Mother .., please come down. We arrived in Batik Nirwana. Special Batik from Kampung Nirwana. Father mother can learn to batik and shop the good batik results. Monggo, please ..." said the VW driver.

    "Russia .... It's amazing!" someone said.

    "Mother, time in Batik Nirwana about one hour, please shop as much as possible. We went back to the field to pick up another guest. Later after an hour, we will invite your mother to continue the journey to Taman Awang-awang attractions. Mothers who do not batik can also take a walk to the house of the residents, or see the natural scenery." said the driver, who then left his guests.

    "Come, Father, Mother .... Learn to batik here." said a beautiful girl approaching her guests.

    "Can we learn to bathe?" ask some tour participants.

    "Can, Mother .... Please, we will teach." then the girl thrust the cloths that have been cut into small pieces.

    Some mothers directly receive the cut cloth, then sit cross-legged on the pendopo, will learn to batik. In the place there is already a small stove that lights up, on it there is a small skillet containing night and canting.

    "Fathers, please see the batik by the people of Kampung Nirwana. The batik is good, you know .... Cheap price. Some have become clothes. Monggo, please come in." Another beautiful girl invited her guests to enter the showroom of Batik Nirwana. Some people entered the showroom room, looking at the batik on display. Everything's peachy. There are in the form of sheet fabric, there are ready-made clothes, there are also blouses and negligee. There are even batik made suits. The most numerous are the negligee hanging on the display.

    Meanwhile, in pendopo, mothers learn to batik. It's hard but it's fun. Challenging profession to try. It looks easy, but .... Some are spilled, some can not lift the canting, some are jammed. Anyway being the laughing stock of all the participants, including laughing at himself.

    While in the showroom, the fathers choose clothes, choose shirts, choose pants, there are even those who buy blangkons. In the showroom there are also wall hangings from batik, the work of teenagers Kampung Nirwana. There are pictures of koi fish, there are pictures of souvenirs and various interesting pictures. The color is bright, beautiful and attractive. Very suitable on display on the wall of the living room. The price is cheap, only seventy-five thousand rupiah. In addition to batik there is also a mask of wood and wayang kulit. Those are the superior products produced by the community from Kampung Nirwana.

    After an hour, VW cars sprung up in front of Batik Nirwana. Not empty, but carrying passengers who are also escorted to the place. As has been done to tourists friends Yudi, the VW driver also said the same thing.

     "Mr, Mother .., please come down. We have arrived in Batik Nirwana, Batik typical of Kampung Nirwana. Please shop and learn to batik, we will pick you up in an hour" said the VW driver who seemed to have been trained to communicate with guests.

    After the passengers disembarked, they were ready to take a reunion group of high school alumnus Yudi, to continue his journey.

     "Father, Mother of the alumnus reunion troupe ..., please board. We will take Mr. Mother to Taman Awang-awang" said the driver who was ready to leave again.

    Such is the activity in Kampung Nirwana. The joints of economic life revolve around tourism, the creative economy, the craftsmen, the service sellers, and the artists. The community also became prosperous. Of course to build a village like this requires intelligent and visionary thinking. Thoughts that are not concerned with personal rights, but thoughts to progress, even though those that enjoy are posterity. The one who can do that must be smart and wise.

    Furthermore, the VW car line runs up the hill located on the south side of Nirwana Village, to Taman Awang-awang, to enjoy typical Yogyakarta food while witnessing the beauty of nature.