There have been numerous poetry stanzas produced with words of adoration and praise for the city that has long been referred to be remarkable. There have been many humans like me, you, and us who have created diverse histories. With happiness and grief, many have come and gone. The locals, some of whom are in need, have graciously shared several bitters and sweets while going about their daily lives.
So there you have it—a brief summary of what I learned about this place when I was seeking for an introduction.
Many things, including the smell of the soup made by *Bude Angkringan, the giggles of the young children running through the narrow alley, the sound of the chirping birds being disturbed in the middle of the afternoon meal by an elderly man guarding the crops, and the frantic online motorcycle taxis picking up passengers, caught my attention for the first time.
The clock never stops as the days and nights go by.
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Yogyakarta stands out as my most delightful transition point, which did a great job in reminding me of the complex conflicts that I had tucked between my veins and tendons for a long time. As time passes, I can't remember if things got heavier. On my wrist or anywhere else I can reach, I've purposefully created the devastation, the fragments of pain.
Some chimed in, "weak."
Another muttered softly, "Stupid."
First and foremost, it wasn't a straightforward decision that I made to end the day. It goes far beyond anything I could have ever imagined for me. My tears are genuine, and tragically, I have no one with whom to share them. This sentimental body forgets the fact that I do have a God who has the power to heal and who can knock on the doors of those who can lend a hand.
Kala matahari hampir tenggelam seutuhnya dan malam kukira akan jadi selamanya, ikatan darah dari rahim yang sama, hadir, memelukku erat, dan satu per satu tangan lain menawarkan genggaman yang hangat. Menjanjikan sinar matahari tentu akan sampai ke kulitku nanti dan membuatku nanap bahwa besok masih ada hari yang cerah.
Yogyakarta for me is the answer to the long wait of love letters I wrote to God. Even though I know He’ll say "your time is not my time". Even though I cried my eyes out, I feel those sleepless nights give me the lessons, including forgiving myself, accepting, and ready to be better than yesterday afternoon's version.
*Bude: n kata sapaan untuk kakak perempuan ibu atau ayah, atau in this case (tante yang menjual makanan di angkringan)
*Angkringan: n gerobak tempat berjualan makanan dan minuman (seperti nasi kucing, susu jahe), biasanya ditempatkan di pinggir jalan
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