Jogja, You & Memories
The Eighteenth Temple

I bought a chicken coop with a motorbike after a shower and bought a vegetable lotus, suddenly I hated chicken. The opor in the freshly cooked kitchen feels unattractive, unpleasant, and it definitely tastes the same as when I first tasted it twenty years ago.

I smiled at the devil while removing the raffia rope that became a bamboo cage under the rambutan tree until it became a spectacle of some young students who were about to go to campus. They wondered and I answered with a ringing and congratulations on learning, be careful on the road, be enthusiastic and do not be curious!

I'm gonna set a trap for the damn chicken that ruined my morning. But what's happening now? The chicken was in Dominic's sling when I tried to lower the heavy cage to the ground.

“Make what, Race?” the tan is light while stroking the head of the chicken that has the red crest. He approached from the side of the house.

“Make you look like that chicken!” I snorted while opening the cage cover. I say the chicken by force, for a moment the chicken was about to rebel when I put it into the cage while closing it. “The chicken sequence is finished here!” I said ketus.

Dominic chuckles, “Still grudge his son, ten..” his hand of a chicken stick to my cheek, menguyelnya, , pinching the cheeks that I have given sun screen and anti aging so as not to age quickly face a man like Dominic, eh he even mengumbar smile and spread chicken gurem to my cheeks without sin.

“I'm cup-cup here, I'm just mediocre, Ras. Even out of gratitude with the chicken already giving way to you the same attention as trivial objects that we consider as ownership.” said Dominic with a soft tone.

Huahaha... I want to cry Pranata, but I also want to laugh. Help me, wake up your best friend from all the things that make me almost want to put it in a bamboo cage so that my life does not ebb like this.

I smiled in an iron manner after taking a long breath. “OK, take this chicken to the owner. Take these cages to the next-door neighbor's house. Talk to him, don't let go. Let me be satay!” said seriously.

Original, dating your own friends can not be spoiled, can not be calm, can not calm down. And there's no technique I want to use to keep Dominic from liking me. While someone I acknowledge still has this relaxed soul nodded.

Dominic raised his bamboo cage, I hurriedly opened the gate. We both went to the next door neighbor's house which was separated by a patch of banana garden that was clumpy and sweet fruit, the fruit likes to make compote and fried bananas. Although useful often this banana garden becomes a mystical joke Friday night.

“The garden is haunted, there is a pocongnya.” said Dominic's friend suddenly on one night in November when Pranata, me, Dominic and our friends celebrate our birthday Paijo together. Either indigo, either indie children who want to string words themed pocong and banana trees. Every time I go by myself, every night again, I think with the words of our college friends.

I shuddered as I accelerated my pace towards the house of Mbak Yuni. His face that was quite judes and unfriendly was immediately presented before my eyes without the need for me to knock on the door. Apparently after I never went around the village to spread the invitation, the yard of his house was still a place to hang clothes.

“Ngopo pitikku mbok kandangi?” (Why is my chicken caged? ) ask her in a quick tone. “Potik golek kok even caged!” he said with a rough Javanese accent while opening the door of his bamboo cage. The chicken immediately shot out, crowing loudly. The chicken looks happy not playing. Look, if it's nongol in the yard, I'm real satay.

I touched Dominic's arm, I didn't want to argue, my eyes were dim. This time, Dominic answered.

“So gini, bude. Earlier the chicken almost went into the trash can that want to burn Rastanty, so rather than being a roast chicken, the chicken we enter the cage we continue to bring it here.” he explained smoothly.

After a short, thrilling talk, the disbelieving Aunt Yuni agrees to Dominic's words. We quickly came out of his house after he seemed to drive us away with his eyes.

Dominic poked his hand around my neck, while I pretended not to see the meaningful smile hanging on his lips.

“It seems we can not make satay for free, Ras.” Dominic blinked three times.

I'm laughing a little. Obviously, it could be after the chicken mbak Yuni we sat together, the next day we were told to vomit it. Stomach ache, and leaves an unending grudge between neighbors. Doesn't this happen often in the countryside? Chicken play, comfortable, continue to stay, and so a meal?

“Udah ah, wes sprain atiku, Dom.” (tired of my heart ) I said later. “I want to clean the room. Many old things I have to keep!”

“Cute dong.”

My desire is high to do so, but it seems unlikely to happen. My parents defended him and I had no reason to be alone anymore.

“Buk, Domi is in my room!” I said tell me not to misunderstand.

I agree while watching television. While his hands folded his clothes. But before I actually stepped on the room, mother shouted, “Made coffee first, Ras.”

Yes, nothing has to serve him. Nice really. Dominic puts on a winning smile while pulling up a chair in the dining room.

“The water should really boil, Ras. And I don't like hot water from the dispenser.” he told.

Fifteen minutes later, black coffee was served on the table. Dominic sniffed the scents that scattered around him.

“I know this isn't what it used to be, but don't be so close to me, Dom!” honest reveal.

Dominic put on a curious expression. “Why?”

“I amused we already have to look like a husband and wife.” I said softly.

Dominic's laughter rang out for a few seconds until it made the coffee water wiggle inside the cup. “Training, let later when we get married, you've already pinter to wife!”

I nodded towards him. Dominic grimacing. “Tomorrow can also be like that in front of my face, manyun-manyun.”

I returned confused, guessing in sound logic. Dominic seems to have been eager to build a household and do things.Oh my goodness, I suddenly remembered the gondals. What do those gondals mean, anu? and the coconut getting older the thicker it has to do with biology lessons?

I closed my cheeks with both hands and turned around. I'm ashamed, Dominic must have had his own fantasies about me just that he was good at hiding it. Substantial...

I went into the room, lay on my bed without any interest in seeing Dominic now who was obviously following me into the room and wondering why.

“Your coffee is good, Ras.” compliments her opening the conversation, I'm sure she's sitting on the carpet enjoying the pastel atmosphere of my room. He also straightened his legs but his hands were nosily stroking my spine.

“Why suddenly shy cat?” tanyanya gently.

“You must have been married?” sahutku fast. “Geli very me after remembering your talk that gondal-gandul keep thick coconut milk!” My eyes crawled the ceiling of the room with the sound of Dominic's laughter cracking the silence of these boarding houses.

“Udah know now?” Dominic looked relieved, his mischievous smile momentarily visible. “Partial has been big still do not understand. You are yes.” Dominic pinched my nose. “Gemes. Must be thinking now?”

“More.” I sighed and confessed while putting my hand on his hand, but before proceeding to the things that become romantics that wallow and tear into the contents of Dominic's head that kebellet mating I pinch the small back of his hand. “There come out, ntar if I'm ready for marriage, I say.”

“Lateness!” Dominic grunts for a while, “But we are sure to Ras will marry?” And my stomach suddenly tightened.

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