Mrs. Maid
I glanced his face is starting to stiffen.
"Uh, Linda you know, this is my husband. Mas Kusuma!" I said cut off her words before causing misunderstanding.
"Oh, I’m sorry. I'm Linda. Maharani's friend," she said a little awkwardly. Mas Suma answered with a smile.
"Linda, we're done, I am sorry I’ll go first"
We went straight to the car.
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Going around city of Jogjakarta, it's fun.
Finally we get off at Malioboro street, many say, this is memory lane. We sat on an iron bench while enjoying hot chocolate drinks. Occasionally buskers would come up to us, from Javanese songs to RnB.
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