Nariswari - Toll Road to Love
Being Second is Always Wrong!

I called out happy. Give thanks. Staring at my phone screen. Nathan was curious.

"You remember, my organizational friends at college and some of the people I once donated to? Well, he said they want to work with our company, there are still those who want to sponsor, and help us unconditionally, they believe us." I shut my mouth. Then crying. I'm moved. The good I used to do, is now reciprocated with good.

Natan's face was in disbelief, "Is there such a human being? He's not afraid of loss?"

I shook my head, "This is our old reply, we helped them. Now they succeed. One of them is because of our help. Like symbiotic mutualism." I laughed shahdu.

Nathan is hard to believe. For him, the business world is only a matter of profit and loss.

***

A year and a half passed. In the middle of 2017. I graduated to a degree in Architecture. And Natan managed to revive his company. I once again quit my website-boss company turned out to be so good, though,

can let me in and out, for real reasons. Then I helped Nathan. Increase the SEO rating of company products through websites and social media. Also logo design, article writing, and copy writing. Natan company, a culinary and boutique business company spread across several public and private campus areas in Central Java, and its center in Bandung, owned by Papanya. We are compact and mutually supportive. Enjoy the process together.

And we are grateful, our lives have finally returned to what they used to be, even more prosperous. Our home is back, cars, motorcycles, and various assets. After all, back in time. Nathan asked me to stay home. Quit working. I too am in a dilemma.

Will it go back to how it used to be?

"Rest, yes, at home, you've worked a lot outside." He fixed my hair. Again, he pulled out his death-stroke. "I see. The employees are watching you so much. I fear they have evil intentions. You know, don't you, men's minds?"

"You, right, are men too."

"But I'm your husband."

"I know." I nodded lazily. "good. I'm gonna stop working. But I ask permission to go for a walk, such as to Jogja, Surabaya, or Bandung."

Natan's face looked worried. He too heavy-heartedly nodded, "I-"

"alone! I want to be alone."

"Alone?"

"Yes." Yeah." I'm pasting. "Yes-yes?"

"Dangerous."

"When I was a child, I always went alone. Even into the garden meet snakes, fierce dogs, monkeys, I'm not afraid. I even went to Java Island myself. Cook because I have a husband, I'm spoiled like this?"

"Danger."

"Nathan? Yea?" I'm acting spoiled. The move paralyzes the opponent's sturdy defense using a tipped intonation.

Nathan remained silent. Nathan almost never forbade me directly, but always used implied words to voice his objections.

I shook his body too, "Come on. All this time, I was like a duck in a golden cage."

Nathan turned around, "What's the matter? You feel that way?" Nathan was shocked.

Oops. I'm sophistication. Then laugh. Scratching head. Nathan still doesn't believe. Maybe what he's been doing all this time is maximal, but I think it's torture, or I'm less grateful?

"I promise. I'm not meeting with June." If that's what you're worried about. My inner.

Nathan raised his face. Staring at me like I'm going to be apart for a long time. He also nodded. And trust me.

***

I'll give a gift to Nathan. Gifts when he can ride a bike, motorcycle, and car. I forgot to give it to him, he didn't even ask. Although I think he'll remember. How senile I am! I forgot for almost 2 years.

Like a caged bird. I can fly and breathe. I took the economy bus, deliberately to reminisce, became kere it turned out to make miss.

There are three purposes, all of them historical, usually I prefer fiction. Moreover, my life is now like in a fictional world, but it is real. Like the story of a king who likes fisherman girls. So I try to like history. Learn from events that have happened.

Mama Natan plane crash and parents of June, make me interested in the Museum Dirgantara Mandala, many replicas of aircraft here, also the history of aviation, and the world of aviation in Indonesia. The museum building is a former sugar factory, then functioned to be a hangar of fighter aircraft and transport aircraft ever owned

I can knock on the fuselage of this plane. Strenuous. And pretty smooth. Here there are 10,000 pieces of collection, 36 aircraft, 1000 photos, 28 dioromas, paintings, honor marks, official clothing, and a number of collections of books stored in the library.

After that I went to the Kraton or the King's Palace, for Bugis like me, Javanese culture is quite interesting, interesting facts from the historical buildings that I visited during the day is the King of Jogja, Sri Sultan Hamengku Buwono X with his family in Kraton is still their residence. How intriguing. My imagination also played, if you can see the face of the Sultan directly without having to see it through google.

Unfortunately I was late, I could not see various art performances such as Mapacat, Gamelan, Wayang Orang, Wayang Golek Menak, Wayang Kulit, and Srimpi Dance held in Manganti Ward, Manganti, because this show was held in the morning around 09.00 WIB.

Finally, I only saw the Kraton collection of various paintings, cars, antique vehicles, and collections of objects belonging to the royal family.

Many ancient traditions that are so interesting for WNA are also Indo tourists. Here I suddenly thought about the old concubines, the king who had dozens of concubines, being the second, it felt like a concubine. Therefore our mindset, "First is always the best and always remembered". And beautifully, the king of Jogja was so loyal, having only one empress.

After that I went to the Vredeburg fortress, I had lunch in the online car I ordered while enjoying the hustle and bustle of Jogja. Here I have been practicing for 40 days, in real estate and property companies, precisely in

jogja Monument Area Back. I also posted my trip again.

In the fort Vredeburg, originally named Rustenburg means fortress of rest, then turned into Vredeburg means peace, there are dioramas depicting the struggle of the Indonesian people. This fort was built in 1765 by the Dutch, to withstand an attack from the Kraton Jogja. It is like being in the enemy's place. The fort is rectangular in shape that has a watchtower on all four corners, its function is to walk, walk around, while on guard, and open fire in case of emergency.

The museum is approximately 2100 square meters. This historic building is restored to its original form, there are also dioromas of indigenous struggle before proclamation to the new order, collections of historical objects, paintings of struggle, statues of Indonesian soldiers, Dutch soldiers, and antique buildings.

I stood on top of the fort, enjoying the touch of this ancient building, and then my wild imagination took me to be a native in the castle, and Natan to be a company. Then, in June, the young Indonesian man with his pointed bamboo came to our rescue, the farm boy.

I ran down from the steps of the fort, down the old corridor of this two-story building.

Then stopped. Deja vu's. I turned. I like to have seen one of the tourists who stood to see a minirama about the history of the proclamation of independence in this diorama room.

"God! She?" I also want to greet him. Then I paled. I moved quickly, got out of this dioroma, and searched the toilet, about to hide. The toilet was also haunted. With the lights twinkling, between the bulbs broken, or the electricity unpaid, or there's the uka-uka, I laugh in horror, the toilets are weird, elongated, and the toilet is at the end. Former toilet company.

Why is he here? The earth feels very narrow. If Natan knew how? Can I keep him locked up for life at home?

After half an hour in the bathroom. Then I decided to go out. I deliberately chose a place in the corner. There's a playground. Strange indeed. Also I glanced at a kind of glass frame containing the inscription pancasila, and R.A Kartini and her husband who were beside the swing. Then I played the swing alone. And wear a mask to hide.

I'm bowed. The black sneakers stopped in front of me. I climbed up to see the owner. And my guess is correct. Though the presentation of our meeting is not 100%, is this a ridiculous fate? Why just now? He always disappeared. Now he's always there, when I want to erase his imprint in my memory!

"Narrivary?"

I greeted him worried. He asked me why I looked so weird. I also made small talk. Then he sat down beside me. Join playing swings with his rigid style. I'm shocked.

We also fell silent.

How, huh? Is it polite to leave in a hurry? I let out a breath. Then stand up, "Sorry, yes, June, I. I still want to look around again."

"Let me be with you."

I'm clumsy. I saw him standing up too. Still holding his phone. I then stopped him. Raised his hands right on his face. I don't know what I'm doing, "Don't! I want to go alone!"

"Why you?"

I shook my head stiffly.

"Because of Nathan?" tanyanya cold.

"Huh?"

June saw my ring finger. A gold ring bearing the name Natan. Yes, Natan always asked me to wear this, if I didn't he would frown all day.

"You stayed away like this because of Nathan?" Look at June's eyes so cold. "He's got you back again."

"It's not. I, right, am married. You forgot?!" I called out thinly. You were alone, right, the one that disappeared? I've rejected Natan many times, and waited for you. But you didn't come! Even late. It's too late!

"Mimi's. If he comes back. Where are you going?"

I'm speechless. Jun suddenly hit me with a heart-pounding question. That's what I think about sometimes. Being second is always wrong! I also stepped away.

"I'll wait-"

Huh huh? June? Meaning, her?