Travel Love To Andromeda
JCTA #94'S. INSPIRED FROM YOU

Kanaya who was transferred just so suddenly did not accept, she immediately chased after Andro and jumped right towards the back of her husband that looked like a child lu tung, "mas ihhh! Cheating!!"

"What's this?!" Andro laughs and reflexes restraining pan tat Naya, fearing if his wife falls and endangers their fetus.

The game instead of continuing, the leaks even laughed at the incident, "ahahahahaha, aunt Nay rich son mo nyet in the hold om Andro!"

"Azil is carried by papa!" kikik Azil, as well as Yesi with tooth tooth tooth tooth that had chuckled asked also carried by Andro.

"Om Andro's fat, Andro's mom!"

Naya laughed crisply when at first she was upset, "mas ih alamin!" his screams.

Shania snorted when she saw him, she was happy with her former chemical teacher Arkala Mahesa, and now added by Galexia who was married, also had children.

Andromeda with Naya, his prayer is only one may his children be filled with happiness always.

"Later father same momy followed the day you launch with om Teguh, om Priyawan, same om Nino."

Andro and Naya depart first 2 days before the launch of Angkringan, for cafe Route '78 there is a new touch from Andro and it is still he kept secret from Naya.

"Keep if the other owner how is mas?" tanya Naya had already put some clothes and items that she would bring to Giri Mekar. Kanaya had never known about Andro's work, not that he did not care just that he did not take care of a job that he did not understand.

"Tomorrow." Andro starts the engine of his car and leaves for Giri Mekar.

It has become a habit, menge mutt candy and open window glass as wide as the world while driving to neutralize nausea. Naya nuga inhales teraphy aroma so that the smell is diverted, although not eliminate at least can reduce.

The journey that used to feel far away, has now become accustomed so often Andro takes the road from Jakarta to Giri Mekar. The trees felt like I was so familiar!

At the beginning of the entrance to the village, Naya had dropped her gaze on the usually empty field, now filled by the night market that was still closed.

"There's a night market here, ma'am."

"Hm." Andro slammed the steering wheel into the village gate.

"Well, the more rame dong mas. Usually if there is a night market, people from other villages also come here, cafe next door...." Naya shut her mouth quite mesmerized by what she saw.

Finally, when he saw the angkringan building is still in the form of a frame, but now a modern cafe and cozy with a signboard with Angelica font, has stood.

...***Cracker and Lesbian '78***...

"Mas, that's great! Very quick work, last Naya saw the same time Wati is still a frame...."

Andro accidentally entered the bamboo-accented fence exactly Naya's house, although it looks more sturdy and artistic, and stopped the car there, "continue! Right bit, op enough!" his yell.

There is a village hostess that Naya knows in a security suit, "pak Yayat?!"

Andro opened the car window and greeted Mr. Yayat who helped direct the parking of his car.

"Sore mas Andro," he nodded in a sign of disdain to the owner of the cafe. Another case of Andro who replied to the nod of Mr. Yayat with the question, Naya had already got out of the car.

"Healthy sir?" ask Andro.

"Alhamdulillah, ma'am."

"Sir Yayat!!!"

"Nay, wahhh didn't think I was mah. Turns out my boss's mother is your tea!" yells.

"Eleuh the father, change the uniform now mahlah. So it looks like a cop! Not a cop!" reply Naya.

Pak Yayat narrowed his eyes sign he laughed, "living mah must continue forward or Nay, then it could only be the hajat police as a village whose salary is only as sincere, he said, now mah became a security cafe whose salary is thank you.." he replied.

"Alhamdulillah, may you be at home sir. Do'ain's a sell-out cafe!" answer Naya.

Andro got out of the car and noticed the interaction between Naya and Pak Yayat.

"Sok or Nay, mango. Wanna see the cafe!" he said he understood that Naya's interest was not just to chat with him.

"Yes sir. Mango atuh...." Naya bowed respectfully to Mr. Yayat.

"Can you make sure Pak Yayat works here?" ask Naya not to believe it.

"Can, the operational manager is Akbar sir," replied Andro.

"Huh? Huh yeah?" Naya chuckled happily, but not to mention she felt happy if she had not yet gone inside.

Just set foot in the front yard, some wooden seating benches greet as an outdoor choice to befriend the beautiful scenery of the village of Giri Mekar as well as the air that is still fairly cool.

For millennials whose work is sitting at home all day, or unrelenting busyness and high stress levels, this place is suitable as a place to escape *healing for a moment*.

Naya sits on a twisted old brown wooden bench, a kind of family picnic bench, positioning herself as a consumer.

While Andro noticed it amusedly.

"The food must be expensive!" Naya squinted her eyes.

A slanted smile adorned Andro's face, "just check it out yourself..." Naya got up and stepped up first pushing the glass door that displayed the contents of this Angkringan and lesehan, everything seemed familiar to her.

Not leaving a retro impression, but mixed thickly with angkringan style in this cafe jogja has its own touch, in the corner of the snack that served him spread on the angkringan cart, buffet genre.

So, customers can choose for themselves and then pay for it on the end, like their previous angkringan concept.

Unlike angkringan, with a wall of glass, the side room looks a lot of thick carpets spread out as a place for visitors to sit. Naya walked like a student who was studying tour.

"That!" he looked at Andro.

"Lesehan '78.The people who will come to your farm will definitely look for a suitable place to eat. People who are busy working in the factory, will look for a suitable place for the weekend with a price that does not drain the bag, more to the price of warteg or liwetan restaurant."

The cool air and the distinctive fragrance of woody pierced the smell of Naya when entering this room, different from earlier when in Angkringan which is still visible from where it stands that smells of vanilla typical cake.

Entering this room, Andro like offering a typical family picnic atmosphere, no different from Angkringan.

The menu presented here is in the style of warteg with typical home-cooked meals of Sundanese and Javanese, there are even packets of liwet rice and cat rice.

Naya snatched the menu book, she laughed amusedly as between the additional rows of side dishes there was grilled salt listed.

He held his own stomach and smacked the menu book on Andro, "whatever the hell, this time goes to the menu!"

"Because all of this is inspired by you.." replied Andro, "Which in the city center, is still in the process of development.do'ain the business mas smoothly, and, if the menus here become a best seller and the concept offered is successful, mas will bring this to Jakarta and other cities..."

Naya smiles full of haru, hugging dear Andro.

"Bring garem on fire too? Don't be shy!" Naya was crying loudly.

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