My Personal Tour Guide
Keep the People's Stupid

Ajeng a little did not believe that the prospective guest was a strange man he met at the airport. He zoomed in several times on his phone screen to confirm the person's face.

“This is like a guy deh...” said Ajeng by frowning. “Kok can happen to be so gini anyway?” smiling knots decipher events that he would not have expected. “Does he want me to be his guide? Last-last fitting on the plane that time he kind of got away from me? Hm...” sighed for a moment. “Hopefully he can not cancel my face time ntar,” said Ajeng by looking back at the contents of the PDF about Bimo's personal data.

Ajeng's eyes combed through every information listed in the data.

“So his name is Albertus Bimo.. Co Founder of Eleanor Software for hotel system? 31 Years old. Eh.. nationality he has been changed to Indonesian since 3 years ago? Why did he become Indonesian? Isn't it better in Australi?” Ajeng wondered in his mind. She's laying herself on her minibus chair.

A few minutes later, Ajeng was like hearing his mother's voice in the workshop. The middle-aged woman was carrying a large carrying bag that somehow made Ajeng curious.

“Jeng..!”

Tok tok! Ibu Ajeng banged on the minibus door. He tried to pull the door but could not open it.

“Ajeng is actually in here right?” asked the middle-aged woman to make sure.

“Enjih (iya), buk Heni.. Just slide the car door must be open, buk,” replied one of the idam karwayan mas.

“Swipe how? Can't open hlo iki piye tow (this is how?) ?” timpal bu Heni tried to open the car door.

Soon enough, the door to the minibus opened.

Sreeeggg.

“Hihiiii.. Ibuk ni why is the door on the rug?” tanya Ajeng by stepping her foot out of the car. “Old car ni buk.. Must be loved..” rub the car door with a smile. “In sliding kayak gini buk how..” gave an example to his mother by opening the lid of the minibus several times.

“Wouuuh... What is it, Jeng? Oh my goodness, that's great! Here let me check..” Bu Heni's face looks amazed to see the contents of the minibus complete with home facilities. He checked starting from the bathroom equipped with a toilet bowl and cold hot shower, electric stove, coffee machine, rice cooker, cupboard with hangers, bed and dining table that has 2 seats.

“Just Jeng... Nice range! How much are you? Later if you have finished traveling with your guests, take this walk, huh? We go to Tawang mangu see Grojokan Sewu. Hm.. Ibuk can cook noodle sauce there! Ntar ibuk want to invite ibuk arrisan! Uh, but it doesn't fit for a lot of people either. It could destroy your little bus. Hehee...” Said Mrs Heni unceasingly checking every corner of the minibus.

Ajeng only listened to his mother's words while checking the contents of the carrying bag that his mother had brought.

“Eh... Why you, Jeng?” tanya, Heni, approached her son who was sitting on the floor of the minibus.

“Who did this for, buk? So much?” tanya Ajeng while lifting one of the items in the carry bag.

“Ya for you.. Make your stock... There are instant noodles fried the same soup, instant porridge, rice, same wafer drinks that contain vitamin c. Take care of your health as well. In front of the bag were medicines as well. Not yet stock like this is you…? Hayo...” ledek bu Heni. “Malah... Cengingisan only you are! Ayok arranged to be neat! Let ibuk help!”

“Iya buk. I just plan to buy it tomorrow. All pass by at minimarket by the roadside,” explained Ajeng.

“Haduuuhhh.. Price in minimarket is expensive! This is my mother bought it at my mother's place of subscription. Where I'm going sebako. Must sparing you Jeng. Make your wedding tomorrow!” smilingly insinuating his son.

“Hmm….. Start deh...” timpal Ajeng.

“Eh, said mbakmu prospective guest was bule guy huh?” tanya Heni nudged her son's arm.

“Blasteran buk... Not the original bule,” Ajeng replied casually.

“Hihii. Still single or married? Or widower?” tanya Bu Heni made Ajeng wrinkle his eyebrows and forehead.

“Cakep is not the person? How old is he?”

“Ah! This mother..I was like a census hlo! How do I know what cute it is. Why is it cute? If not why?” pretending not to know his mother's intentions and goals .

“You ni... Sok don't know! So girls should grecep if they do not want to be followed by other girls.. Let's not keep the soul mate of people continue.. Cook already S1 want S1 again?” grumbling with anxiety with the attitude of his son.

“I mean S1? I'm D3 just a buk?” tanya Ajeng did not catch her mother's words.

“Hla it... 4 years it's the same as Gery... What try if not S1...?”Obviously, Mrs Heni made the new Desi mbak chuckle.

“S1 bachelor keep soul mate, Jeng..” timpal mbak Desi take care of stuff from a carry bag.

“You're here. Most live on the island. So not slang. That's just don't know. Kayak ibuk ni. Every time there is a wedge at the crossroad where aja ibuk come!”

“Iya buk.. Later I learn slang. Let dapet mate,” timpal Ajeng already can not reply to his mother's words.

The presence of Bu Heni makes the atmosphere in the workshop more crowded because of his chatter that likes to tease Ajeng. Finished arranging the groceries, Ajeng drove his mother home with his matic motorbike. Actually, Ajeng really wanted to bring the minibus to be brought home. But the garage at his house has been parked by his father's car. And in the house Ajeng only has a small yard, it was already full of potted plants.

Arriving home, it was evening. Tonight Ajeng chose not to stay up late because he had to prepare his body condition to be fit on the first day he worked.

“Duh... why am I so gini deg-degan huh? Why the hell was he suddenly like keep my distance? Did I smell that time…? Hm.. Must stock a lot of this perfume if it is because of that,” said Ajeng by rolling on his bed. He hopes his first day of work will be fine.

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In the morning, Ajeng is ready to wear white T-shirts and jeans. She also tied her hair up so as not to disturb herself while working.

“Iya be careful... Don't forget to wear the helmet! Uh that's the bread brought! Make snack. Same as your bule guest...!” he still seduces his son who is chasing time.

“Hm... Yes.. If he wants,” reply Ajeng quickly.

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Ajeng immediately turned on his motorbike and headed for the Idam mas workshop. Arriving at the workshop, Ajeng saw the Idam mas rising on the minibus.

“Mas? Why?” tanya Ajeng looked up her head.

“This is Jeng, I gave you a spare tire. Just in case. Who knows, the guest will rent your services for more than a month. All the tires are still good. But yes, just in case,” replied mas Idam which is still on top of the minibus.

“Wah.. I didn't think of it, mas. Thanks mas... Eh, where's Desi?”

“That's her again cleaning in the room there.”

“Ok deh mas. I went there first ya.”

Ajeng rushed to Desi. He was determined to go to work. Do not forget also Ajeng say goodbye to the Idam mas employees who already want to provide service for the minibus.

“Be careful Jeng! If you are sleepy, do not drive. Tell your guests. Don't be ashamed or not happy. Than ntar you nyungsep. Kan dear minibus.”.

“Haduh... Yes mbak... Embak this long time like ibuk deh. Many messages..” timpal Ajeng finished saying goodbye.

Finally, Ajeng departed with his minibus. He was quite nervous as he was going to travel out of town. He was alone in the minibus.

“Haduuhh.. Udah this heart deg degan want to meet Bimo... Use the rame again street Solo-Jogja! Hm.. Focus Jeng... Focus!” encourage yourself.

The journey from Solo to Prambanan Jogja Temple takes about 2 hours from the Idam mas workshop. Actually for expert drivers can take an hour and a half. But since Ajeng was still the first time to bring the minibus out of town, he chose to slow down. Plus the minibus also carries a lot of heavy loads.

“Hm…….. Finally..Nyampai also!” Ajeng stretched his body after he parked his minibus beside the big buses in front of Prambanan Temple.

He started to go out and look for Bimo.

“Where are people? He should have listed the phone number in the PDF profile! If only clingak-clinguk gini when did it find..?” gerutu Ajeng with both hands ruffled waist in front of the minibus.

A few minutes later, Ajeng saw someone walking towards his minibus. His gaze was slightly disturbed to recognize the person's face due to the scorching sun.

“Hai! How are you Ajeng?” the man's greeting made Ajeng's brain recall the voice Bimo had heard.

“Hai! How are you Bimo!” there is a sense of awkward because the meeting this time Bimo will be his client.

“Can I log in?” tanya Bimo turned her gaze to the minibus.

“Yeah please.. Let's please!”

Duh... Why does he kind of avoid that again? Want to get into the minibus? Does my body smell? Ah.. Not ah! My ketek is still fragrant.Batin Ajeng while sniffing his scent.

“Bim... Here let me help you enter the suitcase into,” said Ajeng trying to eliminate the awkwardness between them.

“Let me only..”.

“Gak pa-pa Bim.. This is my duty part..” trying to snatch Bimo suitcase.

“You can't... It's heavy..” timpal Bimo grabbed the handle of his suitcase again from Ajeng's hand. Because Bimo insisted on not being helped, Ajeng let Bimo lift the suitcase. And…

THE DUAK! Bimo's head was pegged to the ceiling of the minibus, He did not realize that the height of the minibus was not enough for his higher posture.

“A—au--- shit..” Bimo swearing slowly.

Ajeng grimaced to see Bimo who was enduring the pain. But somehow because of the incident both of them smile at each other.

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Seriate…

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