March, 19th 2012. After another hard day which filled by emotions and so many ‘to do list’, after felt the coldness in the elevator system room -I don’t know what it called- and when I was about to went home. Feel so tired when I remembered that BSD City of Tangerang to Sunter of North Jakarta is so far far away. With the bad feeling that I felt in late, because I didn’t got the train ticket that makes me can’t go to Jogja at 23rd of March. I miss all about Jogja, I miss my parent, I miss my friends, I missi my kitty and of course I miss all the way I lived there.
With the heart that heartless and with no expressions, just like the innocence boy, I ride my Green Vega ZR through the way home, I didn’t knew why I was took the way that I heven’t trough yet, absolutely I didn’t knew where the way would took me, I hope I could found some different views and palces. Insanely, I just like circling one area and that got me smile for a while. I feel so silly when I found out that I came back to the place that I choosed to took the unusual way. I wasn’t gon’ do another silly thing. So, I took the way that I use to take, I ride it to Cimone, I ride my motor slowly, hope I found something here, then I looked around and ‘Wangky’ some jackpot. Immediately my eyes stuck to the some little simple stall in the left side of street, that made me like ‘whatta…’
“I used to be the place like that when I was in Jogja.”
That’s what I said in my head when I saw that stall with the print ‘Angkringan’.
I just like ‘wow’ and with no doubt I ride my motor there.
‘ANGKRINGAN SOLO SPECIAL’ I read a few part of the Print on the banner, and that was make me thought for a while
“But it’s not a Jogja, It’s a Solo.”
But what the different between it? The title was the same ‘Angkringan’ and also the remarkable menu ‘Nasi Kucing’. “Whattever, Jogja to Solo is just like Jakarta to Tangerang, there’s no big deal.” Then I walked into the stall and I see the same ‘structure’ of the angkringan. With a long wood chair and the cart that become a table where there’s many kind of simple food, presented. It’s similar, and the thing that I realy looked for was ‘Sega Kucing’ or ‘Nasi Kucing’ I just like forgot where I was. Seems like all the places became the places that I used to be there. I realy felt home and I felt I was at another Yogyakarta. The city that I realy love.
‘With no string attached’ I order my favorite drink of Angkringan. Hot Ginger Milk. Before it served, I took three of ‘sega kucing’ and I crack those wrap. I just smile and said inside my head
“this what I miss”
I looked into the ‘sego kucing’ like I saw the girl that I love so much -but I didn’t stroked it-. I realy like the Sega Kucing with the sambal teri -anchovy sauce-. Not for a long, the ginger milk served in front of me. I smelled it then I tasted it.
“Eum, it’s different, she just made it by some instant ginger milk, Jogja used to served a real ginger milk.”
That’s what I said when I tasted it for a while. I know that the merchant -who became the servant too- made it by a milk and a some some instant ginger beverages not the pure ginger that used to served in my favourite ‘Angkringan’ at Jogja, but it wasn’t matter for me.
At least I can feel some jogja atmosphere there. The Sega Kucing and the ginger milk. That was so tasty. It’s treated me well. Felt like I can’t even moved my busted creapy ass, I feel so hommie. I realy don’t wanna go, but I gotta go. But, now I know where I can go when I miss my Yogjakarta. Even it’s so far but I don’t care.











