President Cilok
123 White Pal Monument

The reality of the night is just a change of time when the sun sinks. However, when fascinated even deeper, Night has its own meaning where God wants every person to enjoy with His love through the view of the beauty of the stars and the moon when they are joined together to reflect the light on the clear night sky.

“Why do you prefer this place, compared to other places in Jogja?” tanya Wulan, was observing the Gilig Monument. Or now known as Tugu Pal Putih, another name from the Dutch De With Paal. Which is a marker of the northern boundary of the old city of Jogja.

Tugu Jogja or often referred to as Tugu Pal Putih by the surrounding community is a monument that is used as a symbol of the city of Yogyakarta. The monument, which is located at the intersection of Jenderal Sudirman road and Margo Utomo road, has a symbolic value because it is in a straight line connected with the South Sea, Yogyakarta Palace, and Mount Merapi.

“Seneng aja,” Damar replied, he stood behind his wife who sat on a seat with a round shape that was available around the White Pal Monument. “Not only penny deng, but more to. mmmm...” Damar sat down next to Wulan, looking at his wife waiting for an answer.

“Think of a long time really, make me more curious?!” cetus Wulan, met Damar, then turned his gaze to look at Tugu.

Damar chuckled little, seeing his wife's impatience. “Iya, yes.. I will answer,” he said, while poking Wulan's chin. “I admire the symbolic value of this Monument, so many traces of the struggle and sacrifice that have been passed by the people of Jogja before to defend this Monument from the changes made by the Netherlands. Actually this place is one of the historical places in Jogja,”

Wulan thin mangosteen. “Once well, I feel like I can be here right now, making me the luckiest person.”

“Is that?” damar's enthusiasm, answered. He smiled as his wife nodded briefly. “I think, you prefer Jakarta, is it symbolic Jakarta is more prima donna?”

Wulan took a quick glance at Damar, with her hand on her husband's cheek. “Jakarta is indeed the Capital of Indonesia, yes of course aja so prima donna, even immigration places from various communities in Nusantara,”

Damar raised his eyebrows, he thought what his wife said was indeed true. “Not, indeed Jakarta became a central icon that employs in all fields?”

Wulan nodded. “Yap, and one of them is a stopover for famous artists,”

“You feel at home living in Jakarta?”

Wulan smiled at Damar's question. “At home, I always learn to be a person who can always adjust rich chameleon,”

Damar chuckled small. “Ahaha... chameleon? Could you..”.

“Yes, because I always can, even now can really make your heart fret, deg-deg seeerr so.” said Wulan, with his speech style that pretentious jaim.

“Hahay... now you are good at joy, great you.. Yes I admit, two months married to you, have made my day as if full of color,” oceh Damar, and so on, with the movement of the lips that go up and down.

After two months of marriage, Damar and Wulan agree not to celebrate the hysteria of the wedding reception. Both prefer to relocate reception funds to support people who are more in need, as do the twofa and orphans.

They think that life is not only about ego. However, there are things that are far more important than mere auras in the mortal world.

“You, tau..” said Wulan, sitting slightly sliding to the side, facing her husband who was staring at her too.

“Tau what?” Damar seemed curious.

For a moment Wulan was silent, he was still not sure about what he was going to say.

Seeing Wulan was just silent, making Damar even more curious. “Say no pa-pa.” urged Damar.

Wulan circulated her gaze staring at the green traffic signs, the sounds of motor vehicle exhaust milling. A little later, he stared at the glint of the net Damar that was highlighted from the lights that adorned the Monument. “Ehmm... I'm late.”

Damar wondered what this had to do with being late for the moon. “Continue, why?”

Wulan was singing her lips, she did not think that her husband was insensitive. “If, until next month I do not menstruate, I will do a pregnancy test.”

“Terus?” cetus Damar, looking for a valid answer from his wife.

Wulan let out a long sigh, looking at Damar who did not understand. “If I do a pregnancy test, then the result shows line two, means I am positively pregnant, Kang Cimar!”

Damar blinked his eyes, and as a second later he realized, as if stung by a bee. “Be-means I want to be Father?!” tanyanya.

Wulan shook her head thinly, she herself was still doubtful. “I have not mastiin myself, so I also do not know, positive what enggak.” replied plainly, Wulan feels the life he is going through now, Wulan, it was as if this was how she truly felt about being a real woman.

Even so, Damar still smiled like a wide peacock wings until he saw a row of teeth. “No pa-pa, hopefully we will be parents... Kan, pity Grandma always nanyain when there are great-grandchildren, when there are great-grandchildren.”.

“Ahaha..” Wulan chuckled little, she recalled that when Grandma Ayudia always questioned about the great-grandmother, she was still lucky Grandpa Bagaskara could always persuade Grandma Ayudia to be more patient. Wulan saw Damar's enthusiasm, making him join the spirit. “Amin, hopefully.” he scooped his face with his palm.

Damar and Wulan also looked back at the shape of the monument that had changed after in 1867 there was a large earthquake that shook Yogyakarta. This helped make the building collapse. In 1889, the Dutch government finally repaired the monument. At that time the repair of the monument was under the supervision of Patih Dalem Kanjeng Raden Adipati Danurejo V.

“Tugu Pal Putih has been a silent witness to the rapid development of Jogja City since three centuries ago. This historic monument was built by Sri Sultan Hamengku Buwono (HB) I in 1755, after the construction of the Yogyakarta Palace was completed.” Damar explained, explaining who had built the symbolic monument of the people of Jogja.

Wulan looked back at Damar, who was sitting in a position facing her. “Sama every history that exists in the archipelago, also left so many traces of learning for the people of Indonesia, and became an attraction from abroad to visit Indonesia.”

“Betul, right, right..” Reply Damar.

“What's right?” ask Wulan.

“Ya of course your words, Nawulku.” said Damar, then moved from his seat and then took Wulan's hand. “Now, we enjoy wedang ronde.”

“Ayok, I also want to enjoy all typical snacks of Jogja, in addition to gudeg,” said Wulan enthusiastically.

“Indeed, jujan gudeg?” ask Damar, get ready to wait for the green light to replace the red light.

“Kan sweet, gudeg, bacem tempe, all right sweet rich snack, hehehe..” sahut Wulan, wulan, while crossing the road by holding Damar's hand to the merchant area lined up along the streets of Tugu Pal Putih.

“Haha... There-there are you.” chirps Damar. He held on very tightly, and walked down the roadside through several merchant stams. “You are also sweet, especially if later you are actually pregnant, keep your body stretched.. uhuuyyy so wide, soft behhnya.. later I sleep do not need to use a pillow.” babbles, he said, imagine if his wife really got pregnant and turned into bolo-bolo.

Wulan was surprised by Damar's chatter. He shuddered in horror if true, his body would turn into stretchy... “Keep if you don't use a pillow, wear what?”

“Wear your thighs.. ahaha..” kekeh Damar laughs crisply.

“Ck, wkwkwkwk... funny well?! ” Wulan pinched her lips. “If I become stretchy and not beautiful anymore, you will definitely find a more bohai again right?!”

“It is, my love will be divided into two parts..” said Damar accordingly.

Wulan was surprised to hear Damar's answer, she pinched her husband's arm. “Tuh-ten, really... men are living creatures that can not be trusted! Not yet thought of looking again!!” his nag.

“Aaa..” Damar rubbed his arm that got the pinch. “Don't souzdon first, I mean tuh, yes divided into children, so.” persuaded Damar, presumably his words have made the wife misunderstand.

“Awas later if macem-macem, pas I really so stretch bin wide.. I will hang on cassava tree.” said Wulan full warning.

“Waduh... no one tuh si'engkong tree, what is not kegedean, all at the tomato tree.” Damar replied, then sat on the bench that has been provided, and ordered two servings wedang round.

As usual, Wulan ignored Damar's chatter.

“Pak, wedang ronde two.” Damar told traders wedang ronde.

“Iya, Mas.” replied the merchant wedang round.

“Pak, (single sweet jahene mboten katah-katah) the other one, the father is not much.” said Damar.

This middle-aged merchant nodded. “White (Yes) Mas.”

Soon the wedang round was ready, Damar gave wedang round a little of his ginger content to Wulan. Warm ginger wedang, further add a romantic impression, while enjoying the beauty of the White Pal Monument night.

After spending the wedang round, now Damar invites Wulan to enjoy live music that is not far from the White Pal Monument. Being one of the many people who participated in watching the performance of local bands who developed songs...

“Wait a minute.” Damar moved who originally sat down Lesehan, then walked to a local band that was playing.

Wulan was amazed by what her husband did.he saw Damar talking to the young man who accompanied the song game, a moment later Damar was already holding a mic.

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