Yogyakarta In my mind Eps 2

My First Friend

By Debby Zunta

I entered to a hallway of the boardinghouse that looked so narrow. I was happy that I could reach this place. I walked into a door. It was my room that had been rent for me by mamah. Now, I was with my cousin in my boarding. She woul d accompany me until 9 days. It was the kindess of my landlady that my cousin may stay for free because I was a new student.

Actually , my father also accompany me, but in the first day in Yogyakarta only. Yes, He was typically a busy man. No, don’t imagine my father like a male tie. He is busy with all his cattle and harvesting paddy. I was not a rich girl. I was just thinking that I was smart and I could. All would go with it and all would follow me with all of my trust. My father actually didn't allow me to get school in Yogyakarta. Moreover, my school was a private school and chatolic. It was expensive enough and I can enter to the best public school in Cilacap and Purwokerto, but why  must in Yogyakarta? I am so ambitios.

I was feeling that I love this place. I would study in a good school. Futhermore, I was in a city, a town, no more village. The brave was so ranging. I didn’t think about something that would happen. I just do what I want to do. I got a strong mind that I must school in Yogya. I just thought that I could. I want to feel something new and also extraordinary. All I want was to be different with my friends.

My father paid the bourding house fee, it was the landlady ask while I first came. From this time, I didn’t think that my landlady was a good people. I saw that money was in her eyes. I took the money in ATM with father. I ask to a becak driver. So, He drove us to the ATM center. Bapak and me were very confused, why there were nothing the nearest ATM. I couldn’t debat with him and my bapak also didn’t know how to slove this situation. We were innocent. So, we paid with the high price. From the time, I knew that the becak driver have cheated me. There were so many ATM in the near of my boarding. I was feeling so stupid, more stupid than becak driver.

Time fly so fast. The orientation day would come. I am happy, but the situation made me scared. The main word is “ Kampung”. I saw different culture, very very different. The way they talk, act, fashion, interraction with other, and thinking. Can I do what the do? It is not my principle. I can’t.

Nina, the one who greet me at first.

“ Hello, my name is Nina. You?”

“ I am Debi. Where are you come from Nina?”

“ I am native and you?”

“ I come from Cilacap. Do you know where is it?”

“ I think I know, your accent is very uniqe like Tegal have. What it is called?”

“ Hahaha you mean it is weird? It is Cilacap have named Ngapak. You know Java have so many type of language.” I was not confidents to speak. Do I am weird?

Nina wass typicaly bluntly. She said what wass actualy there, but from that time I knew that she was kind of good people. She was not talking on your back. I hope I could be a good friend for her. I hadn’t had friends in Yogya, but I had a senior in grade 11. She was in the same boarding house with me. I hope she could help me in the period of orientation day. I had so many assignments for the orientation day.  The orientation day held in three day.

I hadn’t done all of this type of orientation day before. In my Junior high school, the orientation day was only for knew the situation of the building. Now,  I had to answer some puzzles to know what  is actually the task. My Indonesian vocabulary shallow very shallow, I was an Indonesian but I mostly used javaness in home. There were so many word I learn, I was thinking that I was the best, but I didn’t have anything.

I asked to all of my friends about the tasks and I was happy that I had a good class and classmates. I had to bring food, Indentity card that shaped like the school symbol. Ahh how can I do this?

My senior hadn’t back to Yogya because the time still in semester holiday. My cousin helped me to search the things. She helped me so much. So, We were going to Malioboro street. It was the best shoping place in Yogya. I could find anything with the cheap price. I also searched some furniture such as shoe rack, rice cooker, carpet. I spend much money for it. I walked along the street and I realized that it was very long road. However, you would never tired to walk in. It was always crowd and full of the things like you want to buy all of that.

I continued my shoping to  color shop, my senior say, it was actually named toko merah ( red shop). It was a stationery shop. I could find all of my stuffs here. I was very confused actually. Yogyakarta was a big place. There were so many way and I haven’t recognize it. I imagine a frightening place. No, I said no to scared. It was not me. I was just starting, everything would gonna be alright. I believe in all of my pray and faith.