LOVE BLOWS FROM REUNION
Episode 22: NAPAK TILAS

    Mas Jo's out of Boyolali's toll gate. Next crossing on the alternative road Boyolali - Klaten - Jogja. Of course the scenery is different for Hamdan and Rini, when crossing the provincial road between Boyolali - Klaten. The atmosphere of the road is different from Jakarta which is always crowded and crowded. Especially in the Boyolali area, once out of the toll road, they can see sellers of earth peddling their wares in front of the house. There are large papayas and tantalizing yellow ranum. There are also those who peddle yellow squash of various types and sizes. Hamdan immediately nodded when he saw a pumpkin or a wall that was very large in size, exceeding the size of a boiler.

    "Well, look at Mah .... There's a big pumpkin not bad .., big one, Mah." said Hamdan showed his wife.

    "Geez, Pah .... It can be eaten for the whole village, Pah." said Rini.

    "Mas Jo, just slow down the driver, looking around." Hamdan asked Mas Jo.

    "Yes, sir .." replied Mas Jo who immediately slowed down the speed of his vehicle.

    "The position is also big, Pah ..." said Rini while pointing at the papaya that is sold on the side of the road.

    "Later to buy, Mah" said Hamdan.

    "Tomorrow to go home, sir. Let's not be late." Mas Jo said that chimed in on his master.

    "O, yes .... Tomorrow we go home and buy." said Hamdan.

    "Yes, Pah .., all for souvenirs" said Rini.

    "Okey, Mas Jo.., we go to Jogja first" Hamdan told Mas Jo.

    "Yes, sir." replied Mas Jo who immediately returned to speed up the drive.

    Soon Mas Jo had crossed the streets that began to be crowded with sand trucks. Yes, of course the sand from Mount Merapi is good for building materials. Every day hundreds or even thousands of trucks pass by, hauling sand and being sold to different areas.

    "Well, I'm hungry" Rini told her husband.

    "Yes, hold on a second, Mah. Mas Jo, while looking for food stalls yes ..." said Hamdan.

    "Good, Sir. If the chicken soup pecked, how about, sir?" ask Mas Jo.

    "Yes .., yes .... Let it be fresh." Rini immediately nodded.

    "Yes, Mas Jo .... Just try the taste of the famous chicken soup in Klaten" said Hamdan.

    Jo slowed down his vehicle. In the middle of the rice fields, there is a row of stalls, a kind of pujasera. Mas Jo immediately turned his car to the right, into the parking area. Quite a good village. It is quite large and there are various food choices. As Rini asks, as well as Hamdan wants, the three of them enter the Klaten peck chicken soup shop.

    "Monggo, Sir, Ma'am .... Pinarak." greet the saleswoman.

    Hamdan and Rini may not know the meaning of the seller's words, but are thought to have sat down first. Then they sit down. Hamdan and Rini sat at one table, facing each other. Mas Jo sat at the other table. It was common, respecting his master.

    "Bade ngersaaken dahar menopo, njih?" ask the seller.

    "E ..., e.., sorry, what does it mean, Mom?" ask Hamdan.

    "Eh, sorry .... What do you want to eat? Walah Piyayi Jakarta is not asked to use Javanese chromo. Sorry, yes, Den ..." said the seller.

    "Oi .... I ate the soup of a pecker chicken, ma'am" Hamdan said.

    "Wear thighs what chest?" ask the seller.

    "Thigh, choose the big one, yes, ma'am." Hamdan said.

    "I'm the chest." said Rini.

    "Mas Jo, what?" ask Hamdan to the driver.

    "Thigh, Mom. Drink iced tea." replied Mas Jo.

    "I drink warm tea without sugar" Hamdan said

    "I'm a warm orange, yes, ma'am" Rini said.

    Deftly the cook immediately prepares the order of the buyer. In an instant the typical Klaten chicken soup dish was served. Three-plate rice, three-bowl soup, tea, iced tea and warm orange.

    Hamdan enjoys the delicious chicken soup. So did Rini. Mas Jo finished one plate of rice and a bowl of pecked chicken soup in just an instant.

    "Add, Mas Jo" said Hamdan who saw Mas Jo was done.

    "Already, Sir. It's full." replied Mas Jo.

    "Enak yes, Pah .... Fresh and delicious." said Rini.

    They also eat without waste. Feels delicious, eat with an atmosphere of recreation and views of Mount Merapi.

    "Already, Ma .... How endless?" ask Hamdan.

    "Fifty-two thousand" said the seller.

    "Heah .... Really cheap?!" Rini who paid so astonished cheap.

    In Klaten eating three out fifty thousand was already special. Imagine if in Jakarta, how much was it.

    Mas Jo immediately stuck the gas towards Jogja. The stomach is full, it is comfortable. Nyopir was calm.

    "Ke Bantul direction Parangtritis Beach, Mas Jo" said Rini gave direction to the road.

    "Yes, Ma'am .." replied Mas Jo who directly directs his car across the southern ring road Jogja. Drive to Paris Street. Jalan Parangtritis, for the people of Bantul is usually abbreviated as Paris Street.

    "After the bridge, slow down. Turn to the left" said Rini, who guided the driver.

    "Yes, Mom." Mas Jo replied.

    "Well, that's it, just slow down, keep going into the field first. It's in the parking lot" Rini said again.

    Mas Jo turned his car, got into the parking lot. In a field parked by several private cars, there is one large bus and one small bus. It must belong to the tourists.

    "Wao, there's a lot of old-fashioned VW here. Cool. Yudi's house is here, Mah?" ask Hamdan to his wife.

    "See, Pah, let's ask. I kind of forgot Yudi's house." replied Rini.

    Rini and Hamdan got out of the car. One of the VW driver approached.

    "You want to go around Nirwana Village, Sir, Mom?" ask the guy.

    "Sorry, Mas, Do you know Yudi ..., Mr Yudi? I'm his friend." said Rini asking.

    "Oo ..., Mother and Father are friends of Mr Yudi?" ask the guy.

    "Eh, yes, I remember this Mom's friend Mas Yudi, who the other day I delivered" said another VW driver who remembered Rini when he drove to Yudi's house.

    "Eh, yes, Mas. You remember me, yeah?" ask Rini.

    "Remember, Madam .... Can we help you?" ask the guy.

    "Look, Mas .., we're here to see Mas Yudi, but we forgot his house" said Rini.

    "Oo .., I'll drop off, Mom, sir. But it looks like Mas Yudi to Jakarta has not returned" said the VW driver.

    "When to Jakarta?" ask Hamdan.

    "It's been almost a week, sir. He said he wanted to take care of the project" said the VW driver again.

    "O, yeah, Mom. Ready. For a moment, sir, Ma'am .." said the VW driver then took a motorcycle parked in the field, then drove the motorbike, to show the direction of the road to Yudi's house.

    "Come, Sir, Ma'am .... Follow my bike" said the man.

    Mas Jo immediately followed the speed of the motor in front of him. Not passing in front of Yudi's house, but turning to the left, turning through the back door.

    "This is his house, Ma'am, sir .., it's here" said the man who turned the bike and returned to the parking lot.

    "Thank you, Mom ...!" yell Rini thank you.

    Knowing the sound of the vehicle stopping, the two girls came out looking, wanting to know who was coming.

    Rini got off the car. So did Hamdan.

    "Oo ..., the mother whose friend Mas Yudi was yesterday, huh?" ask the child who opened the door.

    "Yes .... You remember me, right?" rini asked as she stroked the cheeks of the two children.

    "Hehe ..., remember, ma'am." answered the two children.

    "Can I come in?" ask Rini.

    "Bye, Mom. Let's go ..." said the two girls who directly pushed the gate.

    Rini and Hamdan went straight in. In the garage there is Avanza, Yudi's car, and Espass car which he said used Bagas for village operations. From the garage directly to the rear gasebo room, many children are studying there.

    "Well, this is Yudi's house, Mamah's friend?" whispered Hamdan to Rini.

    "Yes, Pah. The houses in this village Yudi architects all." said Rini.

    "Please sit down first. What do you and your mom want to drink?" ask one of the girls who opened the door.

    "Don't bother, Beautiful boy .... Just water, yes." answered Rini.

    So Rini and Hamdan sat in a chair close to the children who were studying at Yudi's house.

    "Well, who are they?" hamdan whispered to his wife.

    "Yudi's foster son. Including the driver of the tour car, all built Yudi, Pah" said Rini.

    "This is the drink, please drink, Father, Mother" said the daughter.

    "Thank you, Pretty. Uh, I'm gonna ask, Mas Yudi is home isn't he?" ask Rini to the child who serves drinks.

    "Mas Yudi to Jakarta, hasn't come home yet" replied the boy.

    Rini's heart rumbled. The worry appeared again. Afraid that anything will happen to Yudi. But she still endured the turbulent feeling, so that her husband who had delivered was not disappointed.

    "Well, I'm curious about this village. Also curious about the project that Mamah's friend offered me" Hamdan told Rini.

    "Welcome here, Papah around, let's not regret it. Others just come here for a picnic, cook Papah who has arrived here do not want to look. Later Papah can shop for various crafts with batik fabrics. Papah want to go on tour?" said Rini.

    "Yes, Mah .... Curious." replied Hamdan.

    Actually Hamdan's curiosity has been turbulent from earlier when entering the field. Especially when passing in the village towards the house of Yudi, who witnessed the beautiful buildings of the houses of the residents. Especially after entering Yudi's house. Quietly Hamdan praised the prowess of the person who had once presented in front of him. Deserve good display. Turns out Yudi wasn't lying.

    "Just a minute, Pah" said Rini, "Beauty ..., here a minute dear ...." Rini called the girl.

    Two children at once came to approach Rini.

    "Yes, Mom ..., what's up, huh?" ask one of the boys.

    "Have Mas Bagas' phone number, right?" ask Rini.

    "That's got Mas Dito's HP, that's. There may be." replied the boy, who immediately called his friend, "Dito .... Here!"

    The boy called Dito came, "Yes, what's wrong?" ask Dito.

    "You want to ask for help, have WA Mas Bagas number?" rini asked the boy.

    "Have. I'll call you a minute, ma'am." replied the boy named Dito.

    Then the boy opened his HP and called Mas Bagas. Of course, children who study at home Yudi has been taught how to communicate, and of course if there are guests or anyone who needs something, children have also been taught how to solve it. Yudi taught this under the term "Conflict Management". Including when there are guests who are looking for Mas Yudi, want to meet Mas Bagas, the children are ready to serve their guests.

    In an instant, Mas Bagas who contacted Dito, immediately arrived at Yudi's house.

    "Oo ..., Ms. Rini .... With you, Yes?" ask Bagas.

    "Yes, Mas Bagas. Actually want to see Mas Yudi, but how come there's nothing?" said Rini.

    "Mas Yudi to Jakarta, Ma'am .... He said he wanted to take care of the project, so." replied Bagas.

    "Yes, but why can't my phone, huh? Can Mas Bagas contact Mas Yudi?" ask Rini again.

    "We don't dare call, Mom. Mas Yudi always message us, not to contact if it is not important. The kids here are all so, ma'am .... Not to disturb the privacy of Mas Yudi. Fear of being scolded." replied Bagas.

    "Did you like to be angry?" ask the curious Rini.

    "Yes, no, anyway. But we are afraid." replied Bagas.

    "Ooo .... Yeah, already then. Can we ask for help, Mas Bagas? Here you want to see the plan of Taman Awang-awang, all invited around Kampung Nirwana. Hehe ..." pinta Rini.

    "Can, Mom .... But using Mas Yudi's car, it's not good if you use your car using a B plate, break the rules here. Hehe ..." said Bagas.

    "Ooo .... That, yeah. So if outsiders traveling around here had to park in the field earlier, huh? Yeah okay, that's okay" said the smiling Hamdan, who knows the good neighborhood in the tourist village. He remembered the exposure of Yudi the other day which said popular tourism. It apparently.

    "Good, Sir. For a moment, I take out the car first, then the car of the Father in the parking lot just to the garage" said Bagas.

    "I'm not coming, Pah. I want to rest here first, while looking for info" said Rini.

    "O, yes, Mom and Dad will stay here, right? The guest room was there. You can rest there first" said Bagas who showed the room.

    After Bagas takes the car out onto the road, and Mas Jo throws Hamdan's car into the garage, they prepare to leave. Of course Bagas will willingly deliver his guests.

    "Mas Jo's coming along. Occasionally picnic, refreshing" Hamdan said.

    Three people went to tour the village. Especially towards Taman Awang-awang initiated by Yudi.

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    After the death of her husband with Mas Jo and Bagas, Rini went straight to the rest building. Although it has been shown by Bagas, the building guest bedroom, and of course Rini also already know the room intended for guests, but Rini did not enter the guest bed room. He stepped towards the front end of the building. Where else if not the main building owned by Yudi, where Rini had slept two nights in the room.

    Slowly Rini stepped up, after arriving at the door. Then his hand pulled the door handle, and it turned out just like it used to. That door is not locked. Rini pressed the handle carefully. Once open, Rini immediately entered the sneak. And he quickly shut the door, so that no one would know.

    Standing behind the door, Rini immediately observed Yudi's room. Still intact. Nothing has changed. Then he saw the bed. Rini smiled .... In that bed, two nights Rini and Yudi told each other, fantasized, and certainly revealed promises. Rini also stepped on her feet, approaching the bed to lay down her body while recalling the beautiful two nights with loved ones.

    But suddenly ....

    "Oh my goodness, Yudi ...!!" Rini screaming.