Loved Brondong
Malioboro

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Just as Yasmin was about to reply again, there was suddenly a call coming in. Yasmin shook her head and let out a long sigh. He thought Eza could not be patient.

“Halo,” greet Yasmin after sliding the screen button up, receive that phone.

“Senja, where are you going, anyway? Why long reply? you're okay, right? or are you sick?” Eza kept raining questions on Yasmin.

“Sky, I've been busy since. So do not have time to check HP,” replied Yasmin with a grumble. He's a little uncomfortable with the way Eza's attention is. However, on the other hand, it is greatly missed if a day alone does not get the man's babble.

“Thank God you're okay. It's not busy tonight, is it?”

“Emm. Why why anyway? Don't tell me you want to take me again. I'm tired, Sky.” Yasmin dropped her body on the bed while exhaling her breath, she looked tired.

“This time, I won't make you tired and sick again. I just want to show you some of my paintings. You haven't been to Malioboro either, have you, before?”

“Not yet, but I'm tired. Could it not be next time?”

“I don't want to wait another week, dusk. Anyway we go tomorrow afternoon, because I'm only going to Malioboro on Sunday.” Eza's words seemed so gentle, but it was a little pressing for Yasmin to come with him.

“Yes, yes, alright. I want to,” said Yasmin resigned. The woman was always devastated if Eza had forced, somehow she was hard to resist even though she had tried, in the end she would definitely want to.

The next day, the clock shows at three in the afternoon. Yasmin was ready to wait for Eza's arrival. As usual, Yasmin just wanted to be picked up in the alley. He was most afraid of dealing with villagers who actually liked to interfere in other people's affairs. Maintaining the image is indeed so difficult, especially considering that Yasmin will soon become a known person in the village, after opening a health clinic.

Almost thirty minutes they pass through the streets are quite crowded because it coincides with school leave. Many buses and also four-wheeled vehicles that meet the city of Jogja.

Malioboro terrace, so now the nickname of the place for street vendors who were previously in the storefront headquarters along Malioboro road. Located at the southern and northernmost end of the road. The two places are quite crowded and are in great demand for tourists to shop ranging from food, souvenirs, as well as typical clothing Jogja.

“Now Sunday, Dusk. There are a lot of visitors this weekend. Especially if at the same time with school children who are doing a study tour. Must be getting crowded.” Eza clasped Yasmin's hand, but the woman refused him out of embarrassment. He was also afraid that any of his students would find out.

“Do not join hands, fear that there will be campus children who see.”

“Senja, come! How could this many people notice us? You don't want to, do you, lost people brought? What if there's another guy holding you?” eza's words suddenly made Yasmin laugh in astonishment.

“Can be thought to that extent, it is impossible. Just say you want mode!” Yasmin chuckled with her trademark glance, but her lips curved slightly revealing her thin smile.

Seeing Yasmin's response as well as her smile, instantly melted Eza's heart. The man kept glancing beside him, enjoying every look at Yasmin's face and her expression.

Eza kept Yasmin's hands together, occasionally embracing her, wrapping her hands around her waist. This time there was no rejection from Yasmin, she just resigned to what Eza made, because quite a lot of people entered the area. The man was possessive enough to protect Yasmin from cramming and clashing with the adam who crossed the narrow road.

“Where do you paint? Still not far?” ask Yasmin.

“We go up, then turn right a little, not far away. Wh why? Tired? Want me to carry?”

“Do not mess, yes!” Again Eza was made to laugh by Yasmin, the woman's fierce face was like a new opium for Eza. So happy she was teasing Yasmin, it looked so adorable if the woman was angry.

Arriving at the painting booth, there was one friend who was also waiting for the outlet, the place was used to alternate, considering the schedule of those who did have their respective busyness in addition to painting.

“Bro, I stay, yes!” said Eza's friend who was draping his bag and was about to leave because Eza had come in his place.

“OK, be careful on the road.” Eza also patted his friend's shoulder which was immediately answered with a thumb gesture sign ‘oke’. The man left looking rushed. However, don't forget he greeted Yasmin with a friendly smile.

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