The Colorful Work World
Ch. 155 Tours to Jogja 4

"It's the last day." I said when I woke up.

Just like before, I prayed and then took a bath first. Before breakfast, we clean the room and luggage first. After that, we will check out of the hotel.

It was only after everything was sorted out that we went down for a while to grab breakfast. Satisfied to enjoy the last meal at this hotel, we returned to the room to pick up the goods and return the hotel key.

"Don't forget to bring the stuff"

"Yes, um."

Mother asked Lamda to bring our luggage. But he forgot to take it so we had a fuss when we got into the elevator.

"How come!? You didn't bring Lamda's stuff!!" Said the mother in a high tone when she saw the luggage that Lamda should have brought was not even there.

As usual, my sister Lamda did not pay attention when invited to talk, she was cool playing hp herself. It was only when we got on the elevator that I realized that Lamda wasn't doing what mom asked. This is what causes the mother to be surprised and raise her voice

Inevitably, we went back to the room to retrieve the item. Fortunately, we have not yet directed the key to the hotel. So that we can still take the goods. Of course, along the way, Lamda mengedumel not karen as usual. This is what until now I was confused about how to improve his attitude to get better.

"Huh, the profit can still be taken. Next time someone says it's noticed."

"Yes, um." Lamda said with an annoyed expression.

Beres picked up the goods, we went back downstairs to reunite with Mom and Yana and check out the hotel.

"Mothers who have checked out, do not forget to immediately take the bus.we will leave soon."

Hearing the instructions from the committee, we immediately rushed to get inside.bus. As usual, there were some people who were late coming out of the hotel so we still had to wait for them to come before continuing on the journey.

“Everything is present? I missed ya” first

Finished checking whether everyone was present or not, then our group began to leave. This time, we went back to the place to buy souvenirs. If from the city of Jogja, the usual standard souvenirs are bakpia. I myself bought steamed bakpia for souvenirs to my beloved partner, Uswa. Yesterday I went all the way here not buy him anything.

When buying souvenirs, I was suspicious why the bus next door did not appear. It turns out that it has a different route. Our arrival to this place is something outside the plan, so this will affect our activities in the future.

“Ioh, how the hell, even stop again here. Should be directly to Beringharjo market only.” Say one of the committee from the school angry to the travel committee.

This trip has two different committees, school committee and also from travel. They work together to ensure this journey takes place safely and comfortably. Of course the activities outside this plan make the committee from the school nagging. Luckily the conflict did not continue and only finished in the scolding. Not to the point of being a commotion.

Satisfied looking for souvenirs, we continued to the market that was mentioned by the committee, Beringharjo. This place turned out to be close to Malioboro, I didn't even know there was a market like this. Naturally, because this place only sells goods in the form of clothes. Things I rarely buy myself. Usually the clothes I wear are all from my mother,

In this market, I don't buy anything, I just go around this place, because this place is quite spacious and circling suitable to spend time here. Other than me, only Yana and mom got off the bus. Lamda was not interested in traveling and just stayed on the bus.

Satisfied circling this place, I returned to the bus before the road time was over. Earlier than the others. Unlike me who walked, Yana and mom had rickshawed to go to the market.

But who would have thought, there was a trap for rickshaw passengers. Their photos were taken and then printed into a calendar. Without the consent of the person being photographed. Inevitably, the person photographed will buy it, rather than being bought by someone else. We do not know later the photos they print will be displayed if we do not buy.

Before I got to the bus, I had time to enjoy the toilet which he said was very good. Because it is underground, we have to go down the stairs first before we can go to the toilet. Similar to the MRT station in Jakarta.

Arriving at the bus, I waited for the other passengers before the group continued.

"Mother's father, checked again has gone up all yet his neighbor. If so, let's go back to Prambanan Temple."

"It's complete sir" said one of the committee.

Seeing that no one was left behind, our bus finally left. On the way, as usual I slept until at the end, we reached our next destination, Prambanan.

This temple is one of the famous places in Central Java. I don't know where the actual location of this temple sari, but as far as I know, he entered the Central Java region. That said, couples who are not husband and wife will break up if they go to visit this place. Whether it is true or not.

Until there, we went to the entrance of the temple. But the plan did not match reality, it turns out this temple is being cleaned, so we should not set foot there.

Suddenly this made us disappointed, all the way here, but instead could not see the temple. This does not make us too sad, because we can still take photos and go around this region.

Not unexpectedly, it turns out that the Prambanan temple area is quite extensive as well. Even I am exhausted from circling this place. Satisfied driving around, we got back on the bus to continue our journey to our last stop.

The view we photographed around was pretty good. We also took a lot of pictures of the family. Lucky Lamda who is usually difficult to ask for photos in this photo. Rarely he was photographed, because his son was very funny and ogah-ogahan when photographed.

I went back to sleep when the bus was on its way. The shaking that was on the road I did not feel and I was still able to sleep comfortably. In the end, our group arrived at our final destination. Water village.

The water village is a beautiful place and use it for photographs. It seems that only mothers and people who like to play Lamagram will visit this place. Hopefully I can still find the pleasure of visiting the tourist attractions this time.

But it seems like the Goddess of fortune is not on our side. Because when we got there, the tourist spot was just about to close. The manager does not agree that the vehicle is reopened. Even though we have negotiated like anything. They still do not want the vehicle reopened.

Inevitably, we could only circle the front before we returned to the bus. Luckily, the entrance is good enough to take a few photos. Satisfied driving around, we returned to the bus to start our way back to the city of C.

At first I thought the trip would be okay. But apparently, Lamda suffered a disaster while on the way.

Maybe it was because he was a soybean, or unusual to ride a bus. Lamda vomited twice in the early hours. The first vomit I managed to put in plastic. But the second vomit escaped my catch and ended up dirtying the bus we were riding on.

I'm not good with the bus manager. May he be granted abundant sustenance for being willing to clean up the vomit of Lamda. There is-there is indeed the behavior of my sister this one.

"No, I don't love plastic."

"..." - ".I can only smile bitterly. Because there's no way I could have given him plastic if he didn't hold back the vomit from his mouth. I'm not The Flash who has super speed.

In addition to these minor incidents, thank God our journey went smoothly and safely. We and our family made it to C City and I took a break when I got home.

‘Hah, indeed it turns out that there is nothing more comfortable than a mattress of your own home.’ I murmured inwardly as I closed my eyes and began to rest.

The road to Jogja is finally finished. What else will I face next? HDup is full of colors, like the world of work.

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