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21. holidays

As per yesterday's agreement, we are going on holiday to Bali.

Mommy has told Wayan that we will come, and we can also stay at Wayan's house.

Mbah Ude happened to settle in Jakarta since 5 years ago because of work. While om Wayan remained in Bali because of his homeland there. Om Wayan also works in Bali.

And last we met om wayan it was about 3 years ago when we went to Jakarta because there are relatives who hajajatan.

This morning we are ready and will take the train first to get to Jogja. After that, we will take a plane to Bali. The trip was fun, as it was our first experience of vacationing together. After a long and long journey, finally arrived in Bali.

Dedi stretched his arms as soon as he reached the airport.

Dion was delighted to have set foot here.

"Finally nyampe too" muttered Danu.

"Sir, was Wayan already in the picture?" I asked while staring around.

"Udah, he said he had arrived at the airport. But where, huh?" brother Arden is in a daze.

Everybody does the same thing. Waiting for our invitation to come, because to be honest I was very tired, and wanted to lay down on the bed.

"What the hell is it, Tha, Om you?" asked Radit who was standing next to me wearing his backpack and sunglasses.

"The guy's tall, white, his nose is pointed. Eum looks like Marcel, the singer, Dit. The handsome anyway," I said with continuous praise.

Radit glanced sharply at me.

"Why?" I was surprised to see his reaction.

"Where is my same side?" tanyakanya.

I laughed a little and then pressed his nose that was as sharp as Om Wayan. "Om Wayan dong's. But your darling," I said.

He even retorted by pinching both of my cheeks, wrathful while laughing.

"God! Even on being friendly here," grumbled Doni, while holding Kiki who was still busy with her phone.

"Of!!" shouted Brother Arden as he waved his hand at a man who was in a daze looking for something. From a distance he looked like Om Wayan. I'm sure it's Om Wayan we're waiting for.

Brother Arden approached while widening a smile. I took Mba Alya who had been silent. Mba Alya was still embarrassed to be in our group, since he rarely issued long sentences, and only responded to each of our conversations with a gaze or smile.

Radit walked behind me with the others. Om wayan is still the same as the last time we met him, not much has changed from the man.

Once we were around him, we shook hands and asked each other for news.

"How are you mama doing?" ask Om Wayan.

"Thank God be healthy, Om."

"Oh yeah, here's our friend, Om." I introduced them one by one. Om Wayan looked friendly and could accept them well. And vice versa.

After the introduction session was completed, we were invited by om wayan to the parking lot and it turned out that there were 2 cars parked there and the car that would take us to the Om Wayan residence. Honestly, this is my first experience coming to this god island.

After everyone got into the car, we headed straight for Om Wayan's house.

This time the driver who drove us was Mr. Nyoman. I happen to have met before. So we're pretty familiar.

It's me, Radit, Kiki and Doni. Radit sat next to Mr. Nyoman, the rest was in another car with Om Wayan.

"How many days off, Mba Reta?" asked Mr. Nyoman to start the conversation.

"His holiday is a week, sir. I just don't know how long it will be in Bali. It depends on the other team," I replied.

"Well, yes mba, mas. It's a long holiday" he said again.

"Yes, sir. Although yesterday had to turn - dizzy ria ngerjain about repetition. Huft," grumbled Radit.

Mr. Nyoman smiled while focusing on driving.

"Om wayan is married when, sir?" my many.

Om Wayan is engaged to a woman from Borneo. Working in Bali.

"Next year it seems, Mba,"

mister Nyoman brightly while sometimes looking at me from the windshield.

I just nodded in understanding. We didn't feel like we were at Om Wayan's house.

Spacious house. Balinese style with several bale around the main house. Bener said mother. His house is comfortable.

After descending with each carrying luggage, we were then brought in by Om Wayan. He showed us our room.

I'm rooming with Kiki and Mba Alya of course.

Arden's brother roomed with Dedi.

Radit with Doni.

Danu with Dion.

We rested for a while in the room. The fatigue that plagued me made me want to sleep on this big bed.

Mba Alya cleared her luggage. Kiki was busy checking her phone.

"That... Take a shower, gih. Let her be straight," suggested Mba Alya to me.

"Mh... Yes, too, mba. Hehe. Yes indeed. I'll take a shower." I then went and took my clothes because the bathroom was near the kitchen, and there were 3 rooms close to each other.

With a shaky step I walked out of the room. While in the living room, there was a grandmother sitting in a rocking chair while watching TV.

I walked a bit doubtfully. Because as far as I know Om Wayan lives alone.

"Excuse me, Grandma." I kind of bowed my body and passed in front of the grandmother.

The grandmother simply nodded and smiled warmly.

Grandma Om Wayan who is from his mother, maybe yes.

With the water from the shower made my body fresh. I also wash my hair that feels tired from sweating all day.

After the shower I went out of the bathroom while drying my hair with a towel.

Buuug!!

"Ouch! Aretha?! " It turned out that Wayan I hit, because I didn't see the road.

"Eh, sorry om. Don't look." I felt uneasy about letting my half-drenched hair loose.

"It's okay - what. Didn't you come to the beach?" tanya Om Wayan while taking water from the refrigerator.

"Huh? On to the beach?! Evil I'm not taught" I whine.

Om Wayan's house is near the beach. Even very close. When the gate was opened, within a few meters, the waves were visible.

Om Wayan laughed and saw me annoyed

"But Radit's still on the porch. Wait for you again, yes" he said again.

I immediately smiled, remembering something, I asked a question that still stuck in my mind.

"Oh yes, Om. Om Wayan lives with his grandmother Om here? Kok didn't say, I was embarrassed just passing by," said I still continue to dry my hair.

Om Wayan was silent, his forehead wrinkled.

"Grandmother? Whose grandma? Om here alone. The same as Mr. Nyoman."

Deg!!

I looked at om wayan seriously. My heart started to beat ungodly. My gut's starting to show you weird stuff now. And the worst possible.

"Keep... Whose grandmother was she?" I looked around in horror.

Om Wayan was silent for a while and smiled faintly.

"Maybe Eyang Lestari" said Wayan.

Eyang Lestari is the wife of Eyang Prabumulih. Because I've never met, I really don't know. While in the photo of course their faces are not clearly visible.

"Seriously om? He comes here often" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes tolerable. Eyang Prabu also often came here. The story about you guys, he said he liked being naughty. Let alone you," said om wayan while pointing at my nose accompanied by his trademark smile.

I scratched my head with a smile too.

"That!! Want to go to the beach?" ask someone who is now he bang the door. Radit showed up and broke our concentration and conversation a little bit.

"No, go with me. Rather than being alone at home. I want to go too. Grandma's future, will you?" joked Om Wayan with a question that makes me creep. Then he went to the bathroom. Leaving us both.

I walked past Radit.

"Eh, who's Grandma Lestari?" radit was confused.

"Nobody" I answered and walked outside, followed by a confused Radit.

After taking my cardigen, we then went to the beach following the others.

I saw them chasing the waves. She screamed like a child who never went to the beach.

"Have you taken a bath, Tha?" ask Mba Alya who was sitting in the sand with brother Arden.

I threw my body between them. Then I put my hand on Alya's wrist while resting my head on her shoulder.

Radit sat next to Arden's brother.

"Udah. How I was left," I whined.

"I wanted to wait, but Arden said there was Radit. Sorry yeah...."

Mba Alya is a very nice person. Sincerest.

"It's okay mba. Oh yes brother." I corrected my sitting position and then faced brother Arden who was staring at the open sea.

"What."

"Aren't you aware of Eyang Lestari?" much

Brother Arden seemed to think for a bit while looking up.

"The wife is Eyang Prabumulih??"

I nodded in spirit.

"Yes, you know the name, just like Eyang Prabu. Why the hell??"

"So I met," I said, then leaned my head back on Alya's shoulder.

"Non-freak. Meet where," taunted brother Arden.

"It's at Wayan's house" I replied casually.

"Seriously, Tha??" ask Arden with his face serious.

"That's it."

"Rarely anyone can meet Eyang Lestari" said Arden.

"Then anyway? I'm lucky dong."

"Alya, switch dong." Radit suddenly interrupts making Mba Alya laugh. After a while. Because we just realized the meaning of his words.

As a result, he managed to get the news from brother Arden. "Awas you! Macem-mackem!"

Haha. Radit Radite..