This story is based on the experiences and true stories of the author himself.
In 1994, precisely on March 9th. I tried to move from Java to Lampung. Precisely in BandarJaya, Central Lampung. Actually there is no intention to settle in Lampung. But I don't know why I feel at home to live in Lampung. At that time I was staying at my sister's house and helping my sister's business work at that time.
Actually, before I went to Lampung I already had a boyfriend at that time. Even though I was in Lampung and my boyfriend was in Java, our relationship was still fine. At that time there were no cellphones (even if there were, only certain people had them, because cellphones were still very expensive at that time). If I miss my boyfriend, well... go to Wartel (Telephone Shop) to just communicate with him. Only spend around Rp. 7,000. I can talk to my heart's content. (Maybe if the exchange rate is with money now, yeahhhhh......around Rp. 70,000.) Just to chat and cure longing. Cieee....Cieee..! But young people who love anything will be done, don't just pay Rp. 7,000, (there is a term that says ''will climb mountains and I will cross seas) I don't know if this term still applies or not nowadays. . But what is certain is very beautiful deeecchhhh.....!
Day after day, week after week and month after month. It doesn't feel like it's been a year since I've been in Lampung. Want to return to Java. (I thought) I miss my parents, and of course I miss him. So then I returned to Java. Of course only for the family. On my way to Java at that time I took public transportation (ROSALIA INDAH Bus) to Wonogiri. On the way I had imagined meeting my parents and of course the Heart Devotion. Of course the longing that has been suppressed for a year will spill out in that meeting. (I thought to myself). In the estimated travel time, one night and two days can be taken from Bandar Jaya to Wonogiri. But the reality says otherwise. You have to be patient because on the way there are extraordinary traffic jams, especially when entering the Cikampek toll road. (coincidentally right Eid al-Fitr, so traffic jams can not be avoided)
Arriving at the Wonogiri terminal (pul Rosalia Indah) I was picked up by my family, with a neighbor's car rental. In short, I arrived home in good condition, healthy, and of course I didn't forget to hug and miss my mother (father died long ago when I was a baby).
''AND THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF MY SAD STORY WITH MY LOVE''
continue part 2 yes. Don't forget to follow the story....!
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