COLD DUDA
HOLIDAY IN KEDIRI
“Where are you from ? Where is Akmal?”
“From the front Sawah, Akmal on the terrace said he still wanted to
search wind”
As soon as I step foot very hastily, not because what – what. Mr. Akmal here guests, it is fitting that we glorify. Not even leave like this.
Male – male in front of me sitting pensively looking towards the side street of the house, his view is empty.
If you want to describe, my house is at number 3 of the village road. On the side of the road stands a sturdy monument like a housing, but in it only consists of 4 houses that are all masik brothers. My great-grandmother, my grandmother's brother, and my home.
“Mas, why is it?” I slightly grabbed his arm, which day appeared so enchanting. The ash chinos pants are combined with a collared black shirt. Much different as usual, which often wara wiri with pants material and do not forget his shirt shirt.
“Eh adek, gapapa see jalan” Smile appears forced from his lips
“Liatin what road, I'm from earlier here see mas bengong kog. Why ? there is a reprimand from the father ?”
“Nggak kog, the business of blessing prayer has been smoothly with mr”
“Eh serious mas ? Very cute ya”
“Iya, Thank God. From the beginning, maybe the same mother had negotiated first. So last father also asked – ask basic things. Same advice – advice”
“Alhamdulillah, hopefully all in launched yes mas. Healthy – healthy. More active work because there must be something fulfilled later. Mama don't forget to be informed, mas go home first to Jakarta what about ?”
“Try mas bullain, maybe in the next few days mama directly here”
The journey is quite tiring from Jakarta to the house was decaying. Now the heart feels light, relieved like we finished passing gas. Wkwk
“Mas, don't want to go – way ? Come road mumpung here”
Finally, with a journey that took half an hour, we were already sitting comfortably in a building that is quite magnificent. The large building among the five road meetings. The magnificent building that enters here does not cost a penny, just parking only 2 thousand rupiah. Cheap though.
Simpang Lima Gumul, or often people call it Gumul. It is one of the buildings that became an icon of Kediri Regency whose shape resembles the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, France.
SLG began construction in 2003 and was inaugurated in 2008, which was initiated by the then Kediri Regent, Sutrisno. The building is located in Tugurejo Village, Ngasem Subdistrict, Kediri Regency, East Java, precisely at the meeting center of five roads leading to Gampengrejo, Pagu, Pare, Pesantren and Plosoklaten, Kediri.
The Arc de Triomphe was built to honor the warriors who fought and died for France in the French Revolution and the Napoleonic Wars, but there is no clarity why and to honor who Simpang Lima Gumul Kediri Monument was built. In some sources say, that the establishment of this monument was inspired by Jongko Jojoboyo, king of the 12th century Kediri Kingdom who wanted to unite five regions in Kediri Regency.
In addition to being an icon of a city, SLG is currently also the center (center) of new economy and trade (Central Business District) in Kediri Regency, so it is expected to make the economy of Kediri more advanced. Simpang Lima Gumul Monument is located in a strategic area and is equipped with various public facilities, such as meeting hall (convention hall), multipurpose building (multipupose), regional bank, and, inter-city bus terminal and MPU (Public Passenger Car), temporary market (open at certain times) Saturday-Sunday and recreational facilities such as Water Park Gumul Paradise Island water tour.
Simpang Lima Gumul has a total building area of 37 hectares, with a building area of 804 square meters and a height of 25 meters consisting of 6 floors, with a total of 6 floors, 3 Stairs up to 3 meters from the ground floor. The number of area and height of the monument reflects the date, month and year of the anniversary of Kediri Regency, which is March 25, 804 AD.
On the side of the monument carved reliefs - reliefs depicting the history of Kediri to the art and culture that exist today. in one corner of the monument there is a statue (sculpture) of Ganesha, one of the gods that are widely revered by Hindus with the title as the God of Knowledge and Intelligence, the God of Guardians, the God of Bala Refusers, the God of Wisdom.
Inside the monument building there are meeting rooms in the main building and auditorium room on the top floor that is roofed like a dome (dome), a multipurpose room in the basement (basement), and a basement, the diorama is upstairs, and the minimarket sells a variety of souvenirs downstairs. The building also has three underground access roads to the monument.
Satisfied by seeing – see the vehicle that passed – tares, we finally decided to eat on the fifth foot along the Gumul area which is often called the monument market. Coincidentally today is Sunday, there are still many people who this morning must have participated in a free day car event or who deliberately came for the culinary here.
“iya, gapapa. Why the hell?”
“kan mas in Jakarta have a cafe, cook here eat at the foot of five”
“Ya gapapa, what's the problem? If it is suggested like – instead will end with less unpleasant things. If you want to eat yes eat, surely you miss food here”
Look, he's the one who never complains. With my house is very simple – was ordinary, eating my mother's cooking and now eating at the foot of five do not see a look of disgust on her face. Especially when we go – way to Gumul this time by just riding my scoopy motorcycle, it was not a motorcycle with the latest series but a motorbike bought by my father when I was in college first. Because you can't afford a car. The car is also the result of buying used, not new from the Dealer.
I hope all of this simplicity will remain until later. Not because he was trying to appreciate my family.
“Mas, there is this phone” When mas Akmal walk to the dining chair after finished ordering food. Indeed, not the seller approached to the table – table buyers, but we as buyers who approach the cart the seller.
Very different from the ones in the capital.
“Who? Oh Leona this”
Seen the name of the caller is thrilling, “Bidariku”. The mind has melang lang buana kema – mana.
“Mama, Mama and Dad where ? Kog did not make sure I” The sound of crying across there was so loud. The round eyes of the neck even seemed to flow water like a river that was so swift. Her little lips were raised. Her puffer cheeks looked as red as pomegranate.
Indeed, Mas Akmal did not say goodbye to his son, because he was afraid it would be difficult to sleep and cry if he stayed.
“Dad still nganter mom home, meet granny”
“Grandma ?”
“Yes, grandma mom. Tomorrow, come and pick up mom. Later if you do not pick up, mama keenakan here do not want to go home”
“Get to see you again?”
“That's why it's adek here”
“OK, ready bos”
I who only saw the interaction between father and son just smiled, eyes that had been flowing water now also sparkling pond.
Oh this is how it feels, as happy as it is to have a child who loves his mother.
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