last week i went to travel to some cities of Central Java alone. I don’t know how.. the way cities of Java steal my heart, the heart that has no a hometown, the heart that hopelessly asking where it really belongs.
and just right when the train wheels started collided with the rails and take me back to Bandung, my heart is breaking. and the warm tears started down on my face. cities of central Java has made me so easy to come, so hard to leave.
entah bagaimana… candi-candi di Yogyakarta, Makam para Pendita dan Gua Maria di Bayat, danau Wadaslintang dan gardu pandang Bukit Rayang di Prembun, mesjid Kauman di Purworejo, dan kursi tunggu di Stasiun Kutoarjo tiba-tiba terasa seperti rumah bagi saya, dan berat hati untuk pergi darinya.
view from Train
.. beautiful souls : pilgrims in Sunan Padan Arang graveyard, Bayat – Klaten ..
.. Marian Cave in Bayat, Klaten ..
.. accidentally touchdown to Prembun, and have no idea where to go or what to do in that place, but Allah guide me to a beautiful ending, masha Allah ..
.. beautiful souls in public transportation, en route to Wadaslintang Reservoir ..
.. chilling with local natives, cuties! ..
can you notice Mt. Rayang from where i stand?
.. the best name to be whispered on my lips, to be heard on my ears; Ali .. how many paths i have traveled, to realize that there is no paths but yours, sayyedii ..
.. gardu pandang Gn. Mujil, Kebumen ..
.. berhentilah menandai peta, biarkan hatimu yang memandu ..
.. the couple are hugging each other, so hard to let go, me; ready to sleep in a corner of Kutoarjo Station, waiting for my train to come, Sarung Mangga covers me! ..
.. waiting for my train in Kutoarjo Station, 00.00 am ..
.. view from the train ..
stay safe, happy travelling dear lovelies..
– m –