Jogja, You & Memories
Eleventh Temple

There are stains in my tracks that sometimes make me feel sad now. My love and Pranata used to be envious, not tired of seeing our closeness, he said, making a smile of my own and now the nelangsa who has not yet dissolved from the look on my face continues to make pity witnesses who monitor our condition lying helplessly in the hospital bed.

I smiled amusedly as I stirred up the other meatball bowl I had not touched. Dominic said, I need to make this change. Change shows that I have risen. It feels sick of being looked at as if I am a woman who constantly languishes.

“You sure you want me a bribe?” Dominic nods his head enthusiastically as a child meets a suitable babysitter. He pulled out a chair and positioned it in front of me.

Dominic opened his mouth. I couldn't help but smile as she persuaded me through the glare of her squealing eyes and then flickered flirtatiously.

“Cie..” Paijo shakes Dominic's shoulder when one meatball makes it into his mouth.

“Pepet keep Dom, do not love saggy, after all you had time to demen to same Rastanty before in gasak Pranata!” paijo exclaims, immediately the puckiness and cheerful and blaring pie-cie from our friends provoked the attention of other guests.

Dominic chokes a second meatball into his mouth that has a spicy sauce, instead of hurriedly looking for water to relieve the pungent taste that breaks down in his throat Dominic put his index finger in front of Paijo's mouth.

“That's so late, rek!” said annoyed.

Paijo frowned while embracing Dominic who looked so tense right now, worried he was looking at me who was mediocre over the expression of taste that diwaliki Paijo. The feeling of like is natural and about the time that has been established between us feel-taste if the feeling of like is not between us, it is impossible for us to be true friends until this old age.

I smiled like an understanding friend, I knew Dominic felt bad for having tarnished this friendship with the words of Paijo who was ignorant. But I understand, his name also met an old friend. Ora guyon, ora gayeng. (Not kidding, not fun)

“Udahlah, Dom. Sit down here again. Didn't you just say you really want to eat for free a lot? Come on, don't be shy!” I patted the chair in front of me while grinning. “Party, Jo. Dominic likes me from the old wong at the boarding houses he often bothers me.” added me to heat up those who alternately go to the buffet table and then come back here again

“Noh, Dom. Rastanty already bales taste of your tribe, bentar, I take food first.” The Biang kerok Paijo passed.

“But why did you choose Pranata, Ras? Tega ya untilan, I was heartbroken when you know Prana soan.” Dominic was sitting in front of me again, he asked for a bowl and he wanted to eat by himself. I shook my hand with my right hand.

“Falling in love doesn't have to be with the person who came into our lives first, Dom. Your own faults are not gercep! Kayak Pranata that you know, dash-desh, small attention but the taste of the world.” my praise to make him pout.

“Udahlah, later Prana more unsettled we talk continuously.” concluded me while bribing him. He nodded while chewing meatballs and other foods that we took turns before our group who used to often make lecturers take a deep breath and then dizzy slowly formed a snaking queue near the pelaminan stage.

”Ntar when they throw a bouquet of flowers you follow in line no, Ras?” dominic asked, he was loyal behind me while occasionally touching my waist.

“Follow, come have fun just so it means.”

I opened without a sound, this one person is mostly shy and hope to the extent that what he is talking about is honest and what is. “Ntharlah, Dom. Really hurry you. Paijo earlier said the older the food is getting thicker. You know what that means, Dom? I'm not going to yo... Did I ask you, father?”

“Do not, Race!” sergeant Dominic quickly and then cracked open while banging his head on the back of my head with anxiety. “You don't have to know what it means, Saru. You're ashamed of yourself later.”

“Kok saru? Keep it fitting in the house gondal-gandul you mean what, Dom?” many whispers.

“Gandulane ati, Rastanty.” Dominic was wide-eyed until all those who queued with no power to join in in front of the bride who participated in the pulpit heard Dominic's cerocos about my words.

“Yes Allah Gusti, Pranata. I want a tour to cry. How can Rastanty ask around it fitting wedding event.” Dominic rubbed his eyes with the back of his old hands so wide open that his eyes watered. “I think I want to tell Setyo and Princess to practice directly here.”

“Dominic!!” Setyo embraced it while chuckling. The campus sucker whose hair appearance never changes and likes to be absent sighed long. “Numbers, her ex Pranata ex-girlfriend Kuper. Will not know about soan when it is clear the older the coconut, the food is getting thicker.”

“Why was it?” sahut Paijo, the kontan are all scattered on the pelaminan stage.

I pursed my lips, to be honest I did not accept. But I used to be a kuper, as a native Jogja visiting the Pal Putih monument which is an iconic evidence of history and an imaginary line of the city of Jogjakarta that connects the South Beach, Yogyakarta Palace, Indonesia, Pal Putih Monument and Mount Merapi never goods even though I visited him except when I met Pranata. A man from out of town who wants to enjoy Jogja better, with me who he thinks can be a free tour guide, unfortunately when he took me for a walk, he took me for a walk, I can't lie if I'm an akamsi who doesn't know everything about Jogja. Finally inevitably, Pranata changed my habit of just searching along the route to home, campus and to the Mirota campus shopping center into a branching but connected street. We enjoy the beauty of Jogjakarta and explore its beauty together until our love is revealed in Malioboro.

“Home, Rastanty. Just you are very funny, later I will explain if it is time even if you become my wife.” said Dominic while mucking my cheeks.

I gawked down after taking off my shoes. We are getting ready to receive a bouquet of flowers from a couple in front of the stage with a lot of jomlowans and jomlowati circulating here.

“Ready?” call the MC with a tone of spirit on stage. “Siji... Loro... Te—”

A bouquet of flowers floated up, Dominic who was already mostly energized enthusiastically jumped up high, grabbing the bouquet before reaching out to the hand of a smaller girl.

Dominic's leg stomped hard on the floor until he hit the wall of the stage. Dominic was happy before giving it to me on top of that unlucky girl.

“Receive..., Thank..” cheer Paijo and friends.

I turned around and smiled widely. Not that easy Dominic, meningan we play pull-out, more exciting like it.

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