A Story of a Journey through Eastern Indonesia (PROLOG)
"Everything is summarized in the story of the trip, there you will find many possibilities, even those that you may have prepared, just not according to what was expected, Don't be surprised!"
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That day was exactly on April 18, 2018, when I arrived from Jakarta and began to set foot again in my beloved city. Promptly at 05.00 am I arrived home with the condition ready to continue the journey to the subconscious. Before heading to the bedroom, I momentarily prepared the day's schedule. First, I decided to do my vehicle service routine. Understandably, after becoming a colleague first, I think this vehicle is still not healthy enough, often the sound of clots from the sound of discordant exhausts. Ha ha. Maybe, my colleague used to know what it sounds like, if you wake up the cow to sleep, it might have gone straight out of milk. wekekek. After servicing the vehicle, I prepared a schedule to make a visit to my friend's boarding which was actually a target for me to visit upon arrival in Lombok later, but alas, surprise resulted in a "sad prize". Then, only after from my friend's boarding house, I plan to continue the journey to the owner of the Caf owner in the City Hall complex, yes my boncengers partner who will accompany the trip to Sumbawa Besar for 2 weeks of travel (round trip). After getting ready with my plans for the day, I will also start to get acquainted with flowers (my sleeping companions who usually create many illusions that seem real but in fact are only illusions).
At exactly 8:00 in the morning, I woke up from my short sleep, got ready to take a shower as needed, ate what was served, then said goodbye to my parents. Arrived at the garage at around 8:30 in the morning, apparently the workshop was not open at all. (Sad isn't it?) Finally, I decided to look for another repair shop near Gejayan Street, eh, it's not open yet. (Add, my sense of raging united with my burning passion to realize the mission). Then, I decided to take a walk around the Kaliurang street, passing the Magelang road and stopped at a modern store beginning with I. There I bought my favorite bread and a can of milk which is now very popular thanks to street vendors who sell it at fantastic prices (15 thousand) , want to taste it. Ha ha.
Not long ago, the time was showing at 09.30, I rushed to the workshop because to be honest, at that time I was worried because the time was showing enough afternoon for booking service plus my feelings began to frivolous. Sure enough, when he arrived at the Yamaha workshop on Jalan Kaliurang, the long queue was quite snaking, not to mention the one who made the booking via SMS. "Wow, tenan to wis kebak (Oh, right it's already full)," I answered in my heart. Then, I encouraged myself to meet with the service counter, I was surprised because I got a long queue, 13 vehicles men.
And, the workshop offers to want to move to another workshop or keep servicing there. I decided to continue. Hehe. With the estimated large service that will be done, I have calculated the budget, and I have prepared a number of funds to pay it.
To my surprise, I was gaping, because the motor that had been my backbone all this time, only spent 2 hours of service and that was far beyond the estimated time I expected. Amazingly, it turns out that the service that is done does not cost quite a lot. At that time I spent a budget of 100,000 outside my calculations, which reached 600 thousand because I had to replace this. Apparently, there is no need for medical treatment until that expensive. Thank God, money is still blessed.
After finishing the garage business. I continued on to my friend's residence, om Jacob. Arrived at the residence of uncle Jacob in Paingan around 12:30. Long story short, uncle Jacob is a high school friend of mine, he is the son of the city of Lombok. The last time I met him was on March 16, 2017 before finally I was called to Jakarta in order to get a professional job for the first time. He also had driven me to the station at the time. Okay I proceed to the story of my journey to Lombok and Sumbawa Besar.
My trip was actually inspired by the story of a successful coconut and vegetable seller in Ungaran. The story, want to capture opportunity, and friendship to uncle Jacob's house. Yes, while diving drinking water that's what it is. In addition, the journey titled "Dare to Challenge yourself" is a trip aimed at inspiring many people that they can act beyond their limiting capacities. That's the tortoise, the rhetorical mission of this trip. But alas, God planned another, me and uncle Jacob were not met in the city of Lombok, but in a city full of nostalgia, Yogyakarta. Well, anyway, I will continue to our meeting, huh?
When I get a chance to come back with Uncle Jacob. There I began to aggressively offer travel packages (yes understand that the soul of the salesman came out again). The package is essentially an invitation to join in our long itinerary to Lombok and the final in Sumbawa Besar later. Approximately 3 hours we talked long and spent while occasionally offering the travel package.
As a result, he still refused well, although in fact he also wanted to join in this long journey. Honey, I haven't been able to invite him to join because he still has other matters. In the end, our conversation had to stop because it was already 5:00 in the afternoon. It was time for us to leave Om Jacob's residence and rush to Uncle's house in the City Hall complex.
Arrived at home at the same time my friend's Caf at the City Hall complex at 05:30 afternoon. As usual, my partner is still busy to take care of the needs of the cafe. Understandably he is an entrepreneur as well as a sexy section in one of the ministries. Patiently and somewhat baper we also want to help him. But he did not allow, because we were special guests for him. Haha (Mosok guests are cleaning, so to speak). Finished preparing the cafe, he then offered several menu choices. And after ordering several processed products from the cafe. Then, we also started discussing while waiting for our friend, Om. Pieter who was also a generation in Pangudi Luhur first. A little rain accompanied our long discussion at the time. Adding to the romantic atmosphere that raged when the flashback tells of adolescence as a high school student. The thing is, we gather not only to discuss the future but also the past. (Oh my God).
After a few full moons (Duh, began to be crazy the author), around 07.30 om Pieter came from his office working. Oh yes, I introduce my best friend, Om. Pieter. Om Pieter is an architectural expert who is still actively listed as an employee in a private company. (In fact, gawe gawe novel introduction to characters, laughs). We finally had a long talk and also discussed a number of things related to our trip. Once again, the soul of my salesman came out again, I persuaded Uncle Pieter to participate and participate. Wakanda, eh wadalah, obviously he could not wong still busy at work, what I was again a migraine worker? (Wadaw, even mixed with the language, LOL).
Finally, we also talk longer, longer and longer. Until the end, because it's long enough to widen everywhere. We tell stories until late at night starting from work discussions, vehicles, and all of our things are one-on-one (saying, not book review, can we not review it here. Haha) tell stories about four fusions. It's unexpected, we just finished talking at 11:30 even though the next day we will continue a very long journey, really beyond the limits of reason, that's a bit of the travel prologue. And, walla, see you in the next reading!
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