Jogja, You & Memories
First Temple

What memories do you have in the city? Your girlfriend, the heart of the city, her panorama, her culture, her culinary or every street in the city that makes you long to return and return to the city that has the nickname of the city of gudeg, which is the city of Gudeg, the student city as well as the city of struggle that still continues to maintain as strong as the forces of culture and traditional concepts.

This city you must visit to learn the history and culture that is so attached and rooted here. The Yogyakarta Palace Museum is the place as well as the museum that mushroomed around the heart of the city. Sonobudoyo Museum, Vredeburg fort museum, or the train museum that you can access cheaply.

Come to the magnet of this city. Malioboro, the center of government, shopping center of the cheapest concept, simple, antique, unique, and expensive. You can find what you want even a soul mate if you are lucky.

Take your time and be patient, do not rush to step your feet even though your mind cannot wait to complete your mission to recognize this city.

Feel every atmosphere, sit on the bench and drink water and smile. Enjoy the storm of economic and activity here with joy, feel the air but do not get too close to the base of traditional transportation equipment ‘andong’ because the smell of horse urine will sting and enter your nose.

If that happens without you even thinking about it, start walking. Visit the place you wanted to be since. Usually if you are from out of town, you will enter outlets that peddle culinary and authentic clothing as official proof of visiting the heart of this city and capture the moment through your cellphone camera or sharp memory.

But for me who have been used to visiting Malioboro since I was a child. Fast food and modern food outlets are an option. Anyway your likes, as long as you are happy and your pockets are enough to buy it all freely you enjoy.

When the stomach is full, the heart is calm. Sit down a minute ago

walking towards the South, you can visit Beringharjo market as the largest market in the city. You can look for batik with a variety of models and motifs, where the most desirable clothing, as a bonus you can still offer it. Again, if you are lucky. Even like most markets in general, you can look for household needs including spices and even secondhand goods in corners that are usually rarely visited by residents outside the city. The secondhand items seemed to be only intended for antiques who like sloping prices and were used to it. As the second choice for the upper middle class economy you can go to Mirota Batik which is dealing with the Beringharjo market directly.

There is also a clitic market next to it, open every night. The average salesman and his visitors. Not recommended for women, beautiful and attractive come alone. You know what that means, right?

Arriving at Point Zero kilometer, the intersection of this road is never quiet. Youths sit side by side, weaving the future, debating feelings or huddling with friends, relatives while taking pictures at this iconic point of the place. Plang names of streets that have a background of cultural heritage buildings that are used as banking offices.

Tell me the truth is what memories I have in the city of Jogja? Sweet, bitter, ordinary, or indeed this is the birthplace of you and the city of your loved ones. Same then. In this city I grew up and started my life since 1994 in one of his counties but since I was twenty-five I left him with tears in disarray. Heart broken and mourning.

“Ras..” Dominic peeking into my room, “Not slept?” tanyanya while rubbing her head with a small towel. Her body spread the fragrant aroma of bath soap to get rid of a moment of the pesky smell of my cat litter box in the cloudy morning.

Drizzle accompanied the emptiness of my heart in the city of Malang, in the house of Dominic, the home of my best friend. I got to know him while I was studying at a state university in my city. Understand my father and my mother are costumers, and Dominic is the occupant. He accompanied me whenever my desire to climb the mountain peaked and yesterday we wasted time in the wrong way. Climb Mount Lawu when the clouds like to dilate the rain water early to noon before without pause.

All efforts seemed free to forget it when it was the end of Indonesia I came, the top of Mount Rinjani I sambangi, even disappeared from my own hometown, Jogja. But still his name is like home. Calling me to go home, to stay, to stop by without saying goodbye.

“Cage, piye?” (No, why? ) I asked, strangled with curiosity as Dominic passed without explanation. Although he came back shortly, already wearing a shirt and throw his towel on the mattress.

“We get an invitation from Setyo, he wants to marry the Princess, FIP's bem son. Cool yo?”

My eyes stared at the screen of the phone that was thrust at me. Manyun's lips. The wedding invitation of Setyo and Putri is digital, the date is listed in another week. It was a very short time to prepare my heart that was still stricken by the storm that made me reluctant to return to Jogja.

“Our campus and generation also have no reunion, Ras. This is great, we can walk around the campus again. Meet Pranata in imagi, you miss him.” persuade Dominic with maksa.

“How many times have I spoken, don't discuss Pranata again, Dom. It's harder for me to move on! Tega yo sampean.” my word wonder.

"Eat him you must never drink coffee to understand this life pie, not just ice orange, iced tea, ice cream. Want you just the sweet-sweet continue to taste good.” reply Dominic fiery.

“Just we go to Jogja, want or not want. Anyway you should go home. You also still have a father and mother, the same you move on to forget your mother's father.” critic Dominic sadistic.

“Janccuk, even press my mother's father you know!” I covered my face with a pillow and squeezed it hard. Said his mouth was not wrong, I left my mother's father after the hole in my heart gaping. My days continued without ever losing the cloudy sky above my head. My smile was fake and the wind was unable to get rid of it.

“Pranata!!!”

I haven't found a bright day yet. Even though the sun washes my skin, I really loved her and I completely forgot how to fall in love after she was gone. Strange, but real.

Pranata... You want to know how he made me so lost? Wait a minute, I breathe before I dare to tell you the truth. I hope you're patient because this sheet is only the first stanza.

...🖤...