Aksara For Arsyilla
Field Trip to Jogjakarta
One week has passed, early in the morning Arsyilla and the students and some lecturers followed the Field Trip to Jogjakarta. This morning, all of them consisting of approximately 40 students and 4 Lecturers, and 6 faculty staff followed the Field Trip to the city of Jogjakarta.
Yes, Jogjakarta City was chosen to be the first destination city by the campus because many buildings can be explored by students. At approximately 06.30 hours, the group of 50 people was already at Gambir Station. Then the staff from the faculty asked the students to fill the attendance list first. Then Arsyilla looked at his ticket which is now present in digital features.
“Bong 7, seat 8A. Who will I sit with?” arsyilla muttered in her heart.
Until finally at approximately 07.30 hours, passengers can enter the Executive Railway. They will travel a distance of approximately 7.5 to 8 hours to reach Jogjakarta City.
Entering the carriage, Arsyilla frowned as her students mostly got a seat in carriage 6. Some lecturers and campus staff actually got a seat in car 8. The woman was stranded alone in the number 7 car. Arsyilla chose to sit by the window, the morning trip to Jogjakarta by riding the Railway will certainly be fun and many sights that he can see.
Feeling that Arsyilla might be sitting alone, Arsyilla chose to take her handphone, look at the class group and see that all the students had gotten a seat. Then Arsyilla remembered her husband, Aksara. About the student and her husband got a seat where. Curious, Arsyilla immediately sent a message to her husband.
[To: A]
[You're sitting in what car, brother?]
[Friend of your chair girl or boy?]
The message quickly slides into Aksara's mobile phone. However, only a few passed, the man he sent the message was already seen in carriage 7 with a black backpack on one shoulder. The man raised one eyebrow, put his backpack in the carriage cabin, then sat so casually beside Arsyilla.
Seating 8B, apparently a place for Aksara. Is this a coincidence? How could the man possibly sit next to Arsyilla at this time?
“Loh Brother, how are you here?” arsyilla asked confusedly. “Students can all be in the car 6 loh,” he continued.
“I'm in the car 7 kok,” sahut Aksara with ease.
“Kok can?” sahut Arsyilla again. “Where to see your tickets first? Lest you infiltrate here,” said Arsyilla who reached out her hand and asked Aksara to show her the ticket.
Aksara then showed his phone screen, all the digital tickets he showed his wife at that moment.
“Nih .. where might I infiltrate here. I'm an official passenger and have a ticket,”.
“Then, why are you here? If by chance, it's impossible,” reply Arsyilla. Well, at least there's no coincidence at the moment. How could there be such a great opportunity for Aksara that the man could now sit beside her.
Aksara then laughs, “Everything is easy Dear .. I a few days ago knew the time you input the name of the presence in your Excel. You input my name at the very end, and then your name. So, the campus bought tickets based on the list you input it,” explained Aksara.
Arsyilla was still trying to link Aksara's answer with the list she had inputted earlier. Feeling unsure then Arsyilla saw the data that she could see with her phone, her eyes widened when she found the names of the two of them were indeed in sequence.
“So, I'm not making it up. It is precisely you yourself who set it,” said Aksara.
The debate was not over, but apparently the Railway started to slowly leave Gambir Station, the peak of Monas is visible from the railway track and the capital's already congested traffic that morning. Aksara then took off the jacket she was wearing and put it between her seats with Arsyilla. The man's hand moved and clasped Arsyilla's hand there and covered her with his jacket.
In fact, Aksara actually squeezed Arsyilla's hand a little, “Tenang course ... will not be found,” Aksara said quickly.
Feeling that her husband if she wants to be undeniable, then Arsyilla chose to let her husband's hand hold her hand. As long as the two of them were careful it would at least be safe.
Not felt a few hours passed, 8 hours in the Train is enough to make the back feel hot.
“Capek?” ask Aksara to his wife.
“Not ... even likes. Look at the rice fields,” replied Arsyilla.
The advantage of riding the train in the morning when the day is still bright is to make all the panorama visible from the window glass of the train. Even Arsyilla also felt very happy because he could see the green rice fields mixed with yellowish.
Arsyilla then stared for a moment at her husband's face, “The first experience of riding a train with you,” he said.
It feels so good to have the experience of riding public transport, namely the train for the first time with her husband. Even so stubborn for fear of being discovered, but in fact Arsyilla felt that she liked being able to ride the train for the first time with her husband.
“Me too,” Reply Aksara.
Until the train they boarded, arrived at Tugu Jogjakarta Station at exactly 15:30. The groups gathered at Tugu Jogjakarta Station to the mini bus hotel that they will occupy for two nights in Jogjakarta later.
Because 50 people including a large number, the hotel also provides two mini buses for the group. This time Arsyilla and Aksara did not sit together. However, the man continued to rotate around his wife.
A hotel in the Monument Tugu Jogjakarta area was chosen by the campus as a place to spend two days for the group. For campus students arrange to book a family room that can be occupied by 4 students, while Aksara chose to book his own room because the hiatus student reasoned it takes time to work as well.
While for the Lecturers are set to get their own room. Afternoon to night, the show is a break. Later that night, the entire group will gather for dinner at the hotel restaurant.
Arsyilla entered her room which was on the 6th floor, from the window of her room now this Tugu Jogja is clearly visible. Almost a day sitting on the train makes him tired and sleepy, so Arsyilla thought to take a break before later tonight will go down to dinner.
But when she laid herself on the bed, her husband sent her a message.
[To: Arshilla]
[Hi My Sexy Lecturer ..]
[What floor are you on and what room is the number, baby?]
Actually Arsyilla read the message, but Arsyilla was not wanting to reply to the message from her husband. His back was tired, his eyes felt sleepy after a journey of almost 8 hours by train. Arsyilla decided to sleep for a while.