Last month, Mum has informed me that she and my Dad could not attend my brother’s graduation day in Yogyakarta because they cannot leave my grandma whom need a lot of attention, she asks me to go. I agreed. It has been a long time since the last time I visited Yogyakarta in 2009. The graduation day carried out on 25th August 2016. I have bought the train ticket two weeks earlier before departure, because the price is cheaper than we buy it on the spot. Unfortunately the economy class were sold out so I bought Taksaka Malam for IDR 290k, an executive class. Purchasing ticket way too simple recently. When you need a ticket to go somewhere, you can order it online or contacting the travel agent by the phone. I made a call to PT KAI (Kereta Api Indonesia) to order one way ticket. To order ticket, the customer service need our personal identity as the requirement to process the ticket. After that, they will give you the booking code and limited time to pay. Just simple as it is.
I’d prefer to use train than plane because I don’t like flying. Hahaha..
On the day I arrived–it was around 4.20 am, my brother picked me up at Tugu station. I did not take some pictures of it because we were in a hurry and he needed to get ready and preparing stuff before the graduation ceremony begin. He dropped me off at my friend’s home, Kiki. Kiki is one of my best friend since we were in high school. She is married to a Javanese guy and has a three weeks old son names Russel. She named his son as it based on a little lad names Russel in UP the movie. She wish that her son will be like Russel in the future.
Hasna–my brother’s girlfriend picked me up at 7 am sharp. It was not only my brother who will graduated on that day, but also my cousin who finished his study for D4–the same accomplishment as bachelor degrees, and his parents were coming too. The opening ceremony began at 8.30 am sharp. It took two hours and more for ceremonial of the cadets, the opening speech, the pledge of the cadets and speech of the Minister of Agrarian that made us all almost fell asleep. My brother got surprised when he saw Hasna were coming too. After we took some pictures, we went to get some food for lunch.
On the second day which I have to check-in at the hotel I have booked, my brother couldn’t pick me up due to there was an event he had to handle, so I have spent the whole day at Kiki’s home. Kiki and I were talked about many things and reminiscing about the moment we have spent together when we were in high school–while she carries her baby to feed him all the time of course. There are a lot of things you have to do when you become a Mother such as feeding the baby, change the baby’s diaper, to bathe the baby and another baby stuff that makes you got lack of sleep at night which makes you looks like a zombie in the following day. I’m amazed that she is a mother now.
My brother managed to pick me up in the evening, and I had to farewell Kiki and her family. My brother brought me to attend a semi formal farewell dinner which managed by the cadets themselves. The even itself was intended to receive their families that came from their hometwon. My brother took a part as the leader of this event and he nailed it. After that, he accompaied me to looking for the train ticket at the station, so I could strolling over the city without any worries on the next day.
Before I came to Yogyakarta, I have already made an appointment with a friend. Both of us went to the same university but we separated in different batch. She’s living in Yogya to pursue her master degree in UGM (Gajah Mada University). I’ve spent a day with Meike and visited four different cafes. We had several things to discuss. She’s is an open minded person, a feminist, so I am very pleasant to share anything with her. The story of Saturday night in Yogya is to be continued.
I woke up early in the morning around 6, there room were dark, people were still sleeping. It’s my last day in Yogya and I will going back to Jakarta, back to my routine. The train will be arrived at 8.22 pm at Lempuyangan station from Surabaya. I’ve asked the receptionist for late check out and she grant my demand unless there is no new guest that day. This is what I like about Yogya, people are humble, everything is easy and cheap. So I stayed a bit longer and took the chance to recover my energy.
It was raining that day and I was starving. My brother picked me up late for lunch. That time we decided to have lunch at the famous Super Sambal because they serve menus with affordable price. After that, we strolling over the city. The weather was good, slightly cloudy. After Magrib, we reurned to the hostel to take all my belongings then go straight to the station. My brother accompanied me until the train came at 8.10 pm which was 10 minutes earlier. Farewell Yogya. Here I come, Jakarta.