Kanaya Bus from Yogyakarta to Jakarta: Going Home….

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On ten o’clock in the evening, I left Brievenbus van Djokdja. Along the shoulder of Panembahan Senopati section towards Malioboro bus parking area. The fleet was ready, of course, slowing down its engine while loading its passangers.

I ran a little because there were no more colleagues back there, worried about being left behind on the way to the capital.

I boarded the fleet when its seats were full.

Where have you been, Donny, you’ve been waiting for?“, A female committee member lightly joked. I was just saying that I was interrupted for a moment by a small but important business …. the event was short farewell, one of admins in my sales team.

I immediately immersed myself in middle seat, preparing physically for long journey to Jakarta. The fleet slowly advanced, leaving the bustle of Panembahan Senopati section, leaving Malioboro which still partying.

Meanwhile, two consumption committee members distributed travel snacks. But I was still focused to watching an atmosphere outside from windowpane. A reflection continued to stalk in the memory of my head.

A memory which reminded me of last night’s party. The party which kept me busy guiding it by taking on the role of being one of  trio Master of Ceremonies. But it wasn’t about the role which I reflected on, but on my achievement as one of the nominees for Best Leader in my company and also 7 Loyalty Years award. It turned out that I had been ordained to be a senior at my company. Where was I going to make the next decision?

The bus fleet was now on Yogyakarta outskirts, heading north and would pass northern toll road on Java Island. That evening, the flow was quite smooth, so that within a span of two hours, the fleet reached Salatiga City and allowed all its passengers to enjoy dinner before being involved in marathon journey again.

Taking dinner for a while and praying before I finally got really involved in fleet’s fast running. Kanaya Bus which was rented this time was still relatively new, so it was very comfortable to run with.

All passengers have no more energy left to carry out arrogance in the front cabin for karaokeing. They prefered to fall asleep in their dreams. The marathon trip was really tiring, but it was the most lavish Year End Party celebration in my company’s history.

Before this trip was realized, usually my company would hold the same party by choosing a routine area such as Puncak area, Bogor City or at the most distant Bandung City. But this time the party was taken to Education City, i.e Yogyakarta.

For me, this trip might be a normal thing, but for other participants who rarely traveled in long distances ,it was certainly a happy luxury item.

In the midst of cabin’s quiet atmosphere with dim lights, I decided to immediately close my eyes to recover my energy by resting like other passengers. All committee colleagues have also fallen asleep before, now the journey leaves behind the driver and conductor to escort the safe journey to destination.

I didn’t need to worry about anything, the new trip would reach the capital city tomorrow, so I decided to just sleep that night.

Thank you Yogyakarta.

Welcome back to Jakarta.

THE END

Closing Yogyakarta in Malioboro

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I left Borobudur Temple at the last second of the sun which was about to say goodbye to its duties. I turned my back on that wonder of the world as bus which I was riding towards south. Still at the center of Yogyakarta, the last destination of that night.

A fatigue as a result of focusing on tour guide steps at Borobudur earlier, as well as the wilt of my body due to consistency of sun sting, made me fall asleep during last part journey. But I wasn’t alone, all passengers have started exploring their dream world just before I did the same.

Approaching eight o’clock in evening, a committee who sat in front seat raised his mic and began to wake up participants, most of whom were still asleep. Meanwhile, I was still focusing on seeing a biographical film of Samba’s football legend.

Bus had already lunged at the end of Panembahan Senopati Avenue, busy splitting the heavy flow of road in order to get a slot in Malioboro parking area. Failed at the first try because parking area was full, bus took a detour again to wait for several buses to leave parking area.

The second attempt seemed to be successful, bus slowed down at parking staff’s cue who was seen in front. Bus slowly pulled over and started to enter the parking area. I’ve been impatient to get down. Apart from the Malioboro armosphere which looked thick with culture and history, hungry condition had strengthened my intention to enjoy Malioboro culinary tourism.

I hurried to get off when bus had completely stopped. “At nine o’clock in night, we gathered on bus again, friends!” Said a committee member with a loud voice at same time as participants’ small jumps out of bus.

I was walking now along Panembahan Senopati Avenue at a fast pace without reducing my eyes seriousness in witnessing Malioboro area busyness. To west of avenue, perches Serangan Umum Sebelas Maret Monument as a historical landmark which represented effort to defend National Independence in 1949.

Post Indonesia Building.
Bank Indonesia Building.
BN! 46 Building.

Meanwhile, old and classic Dutch heritage buildings which functioned as Bank Indonesia office, Pos Indonesia office and BNI 46 Yogyakarta Branch office looked beautiful with spotlights on building paint which still looked fresh, neat wide sidewalks with andesite and fenced bollards.

At an intersection of Yogyakarta’s 0 Km point, I headed north, changed directions at Malioboro Avenue, enjoyed several souvenir and culinary stalls, my eyes began to watch out for finding appetizing culinary delights, considering that I was almost two hours late to dinner.

My steps stopped in an alley with a very busy meatball stall. Its smoke spreads a fragrant aroma indicating that this shop was a favorite place in Malioboro area. I decided to take a queue and got ready to eat a vein meatball menu.

Hi, Donny“, several other participants seemed cheerful passing me.

They headed for a cart with satay griller. “Oh, they want to eat satay“, I thought in the middle of impatience waiting in line.

Fifteen minutes later, I managed to acquire a seat. Meanwhile, some friends who I knew still seem to flock to that satay cart. Apparently a participant gave a short message to another friend to get closer there.

Satay might be better“, I was still thinking, trying to defend myself that I didn’t choose a wrong dinner menu. But there was a little regret feeling too, why I didn’t join with them to eating satay at the end of alley.

Kriinnngggg….”, my smartphone rang when I was just halfway in eating an ordered meatball. There was someone who wants to meet. She was a Sales Admin who had worked as a team in my sales team where I work. She was waiting in front of Brievenbus van Djokdja, many of friends had gathered there, she said.

Forcing me to hurry in eating remaining meatball in order to immediately join with the others. Dinner which I didn’t really enjoy. After paying, I jogged towards the place which mentioned by her earlier. At the far end, I saw that my friends were busy and shaking hands with her. Intriguing me, I hastened my pace, to got closer and immediately knew what was happening.

Oh my God, it turned out that she was saying goodbye because she resigned from the company when the year-end party was over. It turned out that she chose as a housewife and got married. The closing of year end party wasn’t so perfect for me. The moment of saying goodbye was also be a closing of that night’s journey.

Malioboro Avenue.

All participants began to flock to bus. Likewise myself, after taking last few photos with her, I hurried to bus.

Fifteen minutes later, all passengers were ready. A committee had calculated based on manifest, nothing was left behind. Bus started to drive away from Malioboro towards the capital.

Before all felt asleep, I, who was still curious, asked a friend a friend on an opposite seat.

Me: “Hi, what satay were you eating, it was really fun?…If I know that it was fun, I was with you guys from earlier“.

He: “Hahaha….it’s pork satay. Do you want?

Me: “Oops ……

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