Jogja, You & Memories
Fourteenth Temple

Commitment and target. I swear I can complete my mission of making peace with this memory even though I have to work hard for someone who has fought for my sake whether he willed fullness of heart or on the basis of promise. It feels like this mission is like a gamble of thoughts, logic and feelings mixed with the present state. And the bet has to have a result. Whether perfect or not, it is important to work. Because as fragile as humans, no one completely forgets the memories of the former segesit or no matter how late we try it.

Don't believe? Any timing? Must there be one of you who suddenly remembers the one who stole the heart? The difference is now that the moment is mediocre, not special at all maybe even you realize that the past is not the best for you. Accept the break-up of the relationship and embrace your future. At least this new phase is also being decided carefully.

I opened the black blindfold that Dominic wore, his expression immediately beaming as he opened his eyes and smiled at the camera I was holding.

“Andai Pranata is here, Ras. She must be glad I fulfilled her wish!” Dominic Exclamations. I nodded, her smile definitely shining a lot of hope.

And in the middle of the legendary twin banyan trees named Kyai Daru and Nyai Daru was a masangin myth that became a tourist attraction Dominic just finished with fighting power. That said, who can pass through hope will be realized. However, everything goes back to the one that has outlined destiny. But for Dominic who was lucky, every step and intuition to be in front of my eyes now he ended with a few sentences of hope that he offered with his eyes closed.

“Amin.” Dominic rubbed his palms across his face.

I groaned, what prayer did he pray? I wonder why he is so special.

“Why, Race?”Dominic scratched his elbow while looking at me.

“What prayers were you?” manya.

“Ckck.... Want to know if you want to know so much..” selorohnya then blow poniku. “Good prayers, moreover, prayer times go to hell!”

“Funny.” I pursed my lips while keeping my phone in my bag. “Whatever I wish I knew, Dom!” I insist, looking at him without hesitation.

Dominic looked back at me with his beautiful eyes. The corner of her lips lifted, I thought she must be thinking things through. This one bully is not sane but also insolent. Countless girls became his target while in college. Which might be able to old singles.

Pranata and I even counted the girls, knew her house too. I think that after Pranata left, she was insyaf, it turns out that there is a secret behind Dominic's insyaf which often makes me wonder why I'm the only place he's headed.

“I just hope we don't have to long try this exploration, Ras. That's it.” Dominic pointed to a crowd of street vendors peddling various kinds of food and drinks with his gaze. “You to there?”

Dominic was blown away while touching my head. “Not accept? Just protest there with Pranata, Ras.” told him while leaving me in style, Dominic walked, stepped on the grass and cute girls the age of high schoolers looked at him with a crisp face.

I took a breath, in front of my eyes. He's blatantly charming them, and I felt like Dominic was just wearing long jeans cut carelessly into three-quarter pants and long shirts that impress him like rock and roll guys, this is how if he wears a drizzle suit, I would love to bark but I just step up, following a really cute Dominic. His face was straight like an electric pole.

“Why don't you protest when Pranata gives the will, while you might not want?” I asked after being next to Dominic, he took my hand across the street before his gaze pierced my bead in front of the grilled corn vendor's tent. Even the ripples of the situation this afternoon froze. Dissipate me.

“Why don't I protest?” Dominic closed his eyes. “I'm not crazy like you used to say, Race. We both know how the condition of the time frame in the kroyok klitih perpetrators..” Dominic patted his chest with suddenly teary eyes, “sak me Ras, Pranata had to die like that because I should have gone to Setiawan's house for the discussion of open student forum.”

Dominic breathed out loudly. “I'm supposed to die, Rastanty. Pranata replace me because I—”

“You're chickenpox!” I continued because Dominic could not continue his words. His throat was blocked by the cries he endured.

“I'm sorry for both of us.” I said as I stroked his arm. “I know sorry won't heal your regrets, Dom. And Pranata may also not know it will be his fate.” I tried to smile for Dominic.

“It turns out not only I have to move on, sorry yes.” I rubbed his back.

“If you'd heard it yourself, Ras. Maybe you will protest or even faint first.” Dominic sneer with his naughty smile.

“I fainted many times!” I said correct it before our steps started to move. Candidates buy dimsum, waffle ice cream and look for a quiet place while overlooking the orange-covered western horizon.

Maybe the wounds come because we are too happy. Perhaps happiness comes after a long wound. So some poets say, love your partner as they are, do not overdo it, so that the pain is not excessive.

I smile. It's been a long time but it's still the same twilight in this place, nailing my gaze in the silence that I enjoy with the same person because I still care for the good memories here with Pranata and Dominic, my two best friends, he said, the man you asked to look after Rastanty even though there was only a slight boundary between sad and happy I smiled amusedly.

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