Jogja, You & Memories
Seventeenth Temple

As soon as I got hot news hotter than the sun this morning from my mom, Dominic ruffled his waist. He looked at me, a new version of the potty in my hand, and the only chicken in the yard.

I was very sure he would protest my actions, the mischief of the chicken was also his own carelessness put the chicken pot carelessly under the rambutan tree which was clearly often a place to hang out the chickens neighbors.

We forgot this place was not just a place to hang out for the hostels, I was the same. Last night I didn't know what to say other than to keep us both so crazy. Intend to grow this teki suket which sometimes only becomes a plant pest. If this becomes whose fault? The chicken that nudged it, made a dead Dominic teki-suket that was now in my pants pocket. Oh, what a sad morning. And surely the news and the evidence I'm keeping will scratch Dominic's consciousness.

Dominic clucked, looking at me. Is it time to get the hot news out of my pocket?

I grimaced wide, until my teeth were dry. I couldn't speak plus my mother who was sweeping out another hot news when I was nagging earlier until my defeat was more severe when her hand touched my pants pocket.

Dominic took out his shapeless grass. In front of my eyes he hung one of his slender leaves.

“It was dead before it grew.” he said sadly then his hand squeezed it further and more crushed. “You are, I forgot your neighbor's chicken likes to play and can't read!” tasirah. He threw the grass onto the ground, sighing.

“And I believed he would grow and be strong like me!” mangkel.

“Terus?” ask me with my eyebrows raised next door. After a while I desperately tried to survive by holding this pot of weeds by myself, I put it to the ground. We both don't wear footwear. Earth, merging with nature.

“Kok you do not initiative to give that protection, Ras? I thought I was protecting you all this time. .”

“You mean I should give you that fence? Or cover?” I ruffled my waist, unable to retreat anymore. I've lost a lot and Dominic's argument has led me to frustration. How could we be this crazy? O God, life is a choice, and those who have come even those who have gone will give meaning. But if I can protest, why Dominic God?

Dominic's mouth that's open, says something when I nag him again.

“Do not make it up, we can grow another. Which we can better treat and produce results. Not Dominic's teak, come on. It's just grass even from kidul square. I will remember it from you.” I swear solemnly, I will remember all the grass became the incarnation of Dominic or if necessary I will buy my eel with his photo.

At almost the same time my speech was finished, my mother was still carrying her broomstick. He looked at me and Dominic alternately and apparently mom was still hooked to buzzing with our affairs.

I hurriedly fixed my sagging trousers next to when Dominic had clamped his hands too tightly.

“Gaking a fight, buk. Only this Domi you know, crazy stuff. Time I must initiative to give the plant protection. This is just suket buk, if you want to sell it also does not sell. Less is more, it fits into a toy chicken!” cerocosku long.

Mother grimaced widely, as if I were a clown carrying laughter and stories. These two compact people giggled then without the slightest sense of empathy for me who had tried to move to the square of kidul.

“Rastanty, Rastanty.” Dominic is seen holding back his gel laugh and hastily he grabs my waist. “I love the way you fight to cover up that chicken mistake, Ras. You must want to keep my feelings, right? Do you want this relationship to be okay?” her god with a big smile, her beautiful eyes pierced my eyes that were only a few centimeters away from her face.

Dominic brought his body closer, slowly my face began to turn red.

Mother cleared her throat without any interest in separating this man from his son who began to be tarnished by Dominic's attitude. He seemed to have been very interested in seeing his son in the betel nut, did not get the slogan of a spinster and then had a funny grandson that he could lead and he sang lullaby.

I hissed in anger. Not yet, mother, not yet. Wait, at least a year. This is also the hand why we often go there now.

“Yee, off no?” I spontaneously pierced his stomach with my index finger. Dominic suddenly surged backward, kegelian. He held onto his stomach with an expression that did not recede from his foresight.

“I'm hard to say, Ras.” he said with a sigh. “You are very funny, fast Pranata used to often tell your behavior like a caterpillar. He gatel same you, just don't dare to scratch you fear blisters.”

Dominic ruffled my hair with a gentle look. “I already understand you very much, Ras. So do not try to lie with me yes!”

My jaw dropped, my mouth open. Who is trying to lie. I-i just... It's free that I deny it. I'm just trying to make today okay to live the next hours in a relaxed and calm manner. But it was all for a while because of my mother, because of Dominic's sensitivity and the neighbor's damn chicken. Oh no pardon for you cock, wait for my vengeance!

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