So, how long have you been in Bogor? How come you afraid of rain?

This is the story from my second trip to Pare, Kediri or Kampung Inggris. Oh well, I need twice to repair my English tough till now still 'so-so'. For this time, Puti would accompany to Pare. After arriving and registering for the course, we checked the time table for the class. What a big O-o, we had a class at night. FYI, at that time, Pare would be raining in the afternoon till night. So, we would ride the bicycle with one hand on bike and another for umbrella. It was terrible and dangerous, but no problemo in Pare while native people do the same. Hah ! 

Though we could barely come for the night class with those situation, Puti and I became exhausted. We need a break. Finally, a big rain came and we thought not to come to the class for this time only (What a devil whisper !). So, we sent several sms to other writing classmates, Kak Ica and Kak Amri. After several text and replies, it came. The shocking replied from Kak Amri, Bogor native, a place I and Puti also stay for education, told us to come. I am not really remember what exactly, maybe like this: How long have you been in Bogor? How come you afraid of rain? Oh brother, 4 years are enough to make us no worry about heavy rain. So, we'd got something that flush our laziness and woke up, got the bike and rode bicycle through the rain (don't forget one hand for umbrella!). 

Rara, me and Puti at Candi Tegowangi, Pare, Kediri, East Java