The Traces of Destiny
Animals And Fauna

A few days before Puspa Love Day and National Wildlife, after the last football match of league 1 that season, after the last football match, Garin asks Saras if he would like to join her for the celebration in a wildlife and fauna themed costume. As a camat, Garin will officially open the celebration event with officials in the morning before later blending in the celebration in the afternoon.

It was Jones' birthday, and Raka again asked for permission to stay the night.

"What kind of celebration is that?" Saras asked.

"You can see a variety of animals and fauna in person and also virtual, you can also attend a new mascot selection event this year.

"New mascot, wow. Is this what people do in small towns?”

"We can do that or you can choose to sit on my porch, chew oreo, and play ludo."

Saras laughs. “I think I'll take the first option aja.”

"I think so too. Can I pick you up at four in the afternoon?" Ask Garin.

"I'll wait with bated breath. Dinner at my place afterwards?" Saras.

"That sounds good. You should also know, if you keep making me dinner, you'll get my tongue hooked and spoiled." Guru Garin's.

"That's nothing" he said, winking. "A little pampering won't hurt anyone." Reply Saras.

The choice has been determined, Saras will attend the celebration day in the afternoon and proceed with dinner in his apartment.

And the plan was finally implemented smoothly.

"So, can you tell me, please" Garin told Saras as they walked towards the celebratory building that night, "what do you miss the most from your former big city?"

"Gallery, museum, concert. The restaurant opens at nine." Answer Saras.

Garin laughs. "But out of it all, what do you miss the most?"

Saras wrapped his arm around Garin's arm. "I miss Mak Birundasih Coffee & Kitchen. You know-it's a little cafe where I can sit and sip tea while reading a newspaper or an online news portal on weekends, or just have a little chat with the owner.

It was fun to do that in the middle of the city.

It feels like a little oasis, because everyone who runs into you on the street always looks like they're in a hurry somewhere.

By the way other than the place, I also miss the owner of the place, his name is Mak Birundasih, he comes from across, a woman who is tenacious in her business, she said, in addition to managing the small cafe he was also pioneering his career as a YouTuber with about twenty-two thousand subscribers when I moved here."

They walked in silence for a while.

"You know, you can also do that habit of yours here, too" Garin finally offered.

"Really?"

"certain. There's a place like that on Kartini Merdeka Street there."

"I've never seen him."

"Well, it's not a famous cafe." l

"Then what's in there?"

Garin shrugged his shoulders. "That's a gas station, but in front of him there's a nice bench, and I'm sure if you bring your own teabag, they can help you get you a cup of hot water."

Saras. "That sounds interesting."

As they crossed the street, they were left behind a group of people who were clearly part of the celebration. Wearing plant and animal-themed clothing, they looked like they had just come out of the interior of the jungle—a man with an oversized lion head and a woman with a thick leaf skirt and clothes filled with twigs walked side by side.

While Garin himself wore the most famous yellow bear costume in the world, and Saras always had a way of looking stunning, he wore black pants and high-collar leather boots, and a wide-brimmed hat, with a light green shirt top with a dark brown vest as well as a pair of wings on her back, she conjured herself into a fashionable forest fairy. The kind of costume that never stopped in Garin's mind before.

On the bend they split into two separate groups, heading in opposite directions. Garin and Saras follow a smaller group.

"You've always lived here, haven't you?" Saras asked.

"Unless of my years in college, I live near my campus in the east."

“Do you never want to move? To feel something new?”

"Like Mak Birundasih's cafe?"garin Lyrics.

Saras nudged him while joking with his elbow. "Of course it's not just that. Big cities have a spirit, a sense of excitement that you can't find in a small town."

"I don't doubt your opinion. But honestly, I've never been interested in things like that. I don't need those things to make me happy. A quiet and pleasant place to unwind at the end of the day, beautiful views, some good friends. What else can I expect?"

"How does it feel to grow up here?" ask Saras again.

"Have you seen Andrea Hirata's show? Rainbow Warriors?"

"Who hasn't heard of it?"

"Well, about like that. Of course Gajakarta is not too small and classic, but the atmosphere is like a small town, in a place that seems almost always safe. I remember when I was a kid seven-or-eight-and I used to go out with my friends to fish or explore or just play and I would go until dinner time.

And my parents wouldn't worry at all, because they didn't have to feel that way.

The other day, we camped by the river all night and the thought that something bad might happen to us never crossed our minds. It was an amazing way to grow up, and I wanted Raka to have the chance to grow up like that as well."

"You're gonna let Raka camp by the river all night?"

"Maybe not" answered Garin. “Everything has changed a lot, even in this small town.”

When they got to the corner, a car stopped next to them. At the end of the road, a group of people walked back and forth in front of various small animal enclosures as well as several diverse cropping booths.

"We're friends, right?" Garin asked.

"I think so." answered Saras.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

“What is your ex-husband like?”

Saras glanced at Garin in surprise. “My ex-husband?”

“I was wondering about it. You never mentioned him as long as we talked.”

Saras was silent, suddenly intending to walk ahead of Garin towards the celebration hall in front of him.

"If you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer" Garin offered. "I'm sure that won't change my impression of him."

“And what effect is it?” Saras stopped his steps.

"That I don't like that guy."

Saras laughs. "Why did you say that?"

“Because you don't like it.”

"You're quite perceptive."

"That's why I'm in my current position in Gajakarta." Garin tapped on his temple and winked at the woman. “I can find a clue that is ignored by ordinary people.”

Saras smiled, squeezing the man's arm extra. "Okay.former husband. His name is Aldi Bakar and we met right after he finished his MBA. We were married for three years. He's rich, well-educated, and handsome..." He ticked it, one after another, and when he stopped, Garin nodded.

"mmm...I understand why you don't like that guy."

"You didn't let me finish my story."

“There's more?”

"Do you really want to hear this?"

"I'm sorry. Continue."

Saras hesitated before finally continuing.

"Well, for the first few years, we were happy. At least I'm happy. We had a beautiful apartment, we spent all our free time together, and I think I know who he is. But apparently not. Yeah, I don't really know him at all.

In the end, we were always fighting, we almost didn't talk at all, and it didn't work out" Saras finished it quickly.

"Like that?" Garin asked.

"Like that" Saras replied.

"Have you seen her again?"

"No, never again."

"Do you want to?"

"NO."

"That's bad, huh?"

"Worse."

"Sorry I brought it up" Garin said.

"Ngga anything. I'm better off without him."

"When did you know that your relationship was over?"

“When he handed me the divorce papers.”

"Don't you think that kind of letter will come in your household life ?"

"No, never at all."

"I know I don't like it." Garin also knows that Saras has not told him everything.

Saras smiled with appreciation.

"Maybe that's why we get along well. We shared things with each other and were quite open."

"Except, of course, about the magic of life in a small town, right?"

"I never said I didn't like it here." Sela Saras

"But have you ever imagined yourself living in a place like this?" Ask Garin.

"You mean forever?"

"Come on, you have to admit it's also a good idea." Garin grinned.

"Yes. I said that." Saras.

"But it's not for yourself, I mean, in the long run. I mean, it was just a general conversation back then."

"I guess it depends." Saras.

"Depends what?" Garin's interested.

Saras smiled at him. “About what my reason for staying.”

Looking at the eyes of the man before him, he could not help but imagine that his words were an invitation or a promise.