Jogja, You & Memories
Second Temple

One by one, I put clothes into a red semi-carrier backpack that I usually use for backpackers. I chose to be a travel blogger for the reason I always go and go again to the corners of the country that will make me far from home.

I felt grateful, my anger at Pranata strengthened me to keep stepping even running away from all the places we had come together.

I hang on to different places, uncertain financial numbers and different people every day. Good and bad, they give a lot of experience.

I was acting insecure. But Pranata taught me to be more courageous to ask and raise my chin when people used to lower me when my hair was still braided. If only I could be as arrogant as him when scolded by the lecturer. I'm gonna be fine now. But I am still digging and trying to bury you in this second stanza, Pranata.

“If I have no money, I will count the stars and think about which location is suitable I go to for later, Rasta.” Pranata smiled widely while grasping the stone and throwing it at times.

“Can you sing?” at that time, in the northern city area of Jogja, Pakem area, in a meatball stall after we visited the national park of Mount Merapi, Kaliurang tourist park with cool air.

Pranata grinned. “Rasta, Rasta. No pinch here your cheek that looks like this baby's ass.” Pranata flicked her finger with a rancid look in front of my face as if to put my words together.

Unknowingly. I rubbed my cheeks, still feeling his hands that smelled oil and fat. But the smell of oil also feels fragrant if love, body odor is delicious in the breath when longing. Because there are two kinds of situations that can stir up and evoke memories. Place and aroma.

“Ngapain hayo touch-touch cheek, inget touch-touch Prana for sure.” Dominic said suddenly.

“Jancukk disturb keep on gauweanmu.” muttered me while continuing to stuff my clothes that are not how much. I thought of running out of condolences while eating free, continued the reunion, continued to meet my mother's father immediately left. So I left some of my clothes that are still a lot in the room of my beloved friend and my cat who is unyu-yunya.

“But it's true to you keinget Prana? When to move on! Onone isuk dele afternoon tempe you, Ras!” Dominic closed the window of the room I opened wide.

“Biarin.” I was washing my lips. Dominic says I'm as playful as that Javanese proverb. That changed so quickly, morning said this, afternoon said that. People say typical isuk dele afternoon tempe is difficult to understand, it wants not necessarily, the intention is especially. Same as me. I was intent on running, but my soul was scraping Pranata's trail in every scent and place that was awake in my memory.

Dominic shifted the litter box and the cat cage out of his room while I pegged myself in the oval mirror. Dull, my cheeks aren't as smooth as a baby's ass as Pranata says. There are acne scars and charred faces that make me less excited to come to the reunion. My God, I've had a hard time falling asleep since the invitation haunted me. My eye bags are visible and a cup of coffee in the morning makes my heart beat.

“No dancing, Race. It's beautiful you.”

I turned my head quickly, my cheeks twitching at Dominic's compliments, what a moment he praised me pretty. I finished giving my face a sun screen and a little lip balm. I'm afraid my mom's dad is surprised to see me as if I've been going around the sun.

“Promise you, Dom. Later when you meet friends, you have to say I have forgotten Pranata! Especially if there is Hetty, look out you say I still cry to continue to lose Prana.” threatened me while holding my bag.

Dominic closed his eyes while sticking out his tongue.

“I'm not a Prana you can set up, Race! Remember to me it's Dominic Prambudi. They still remember Prana, but you don't GR! Not necessarily see you continue to discuss Prana and your love story.”

I imitated him closing his eyes while sticking out his tongue. Gede Taste it is necessary as a precaution to dispel unwanted situations.

“Yesterday you make me keep making back Jogja, now I can not ask for one request only?” luhku sad. “Later if Prana is not calm how? Add my sad, Dom!”

“You who made him not calm, eventually move on!” Dominic put on a grim face and sighed. “Dah let's go out, my father's driver is ready to nganter to the station.” his door after we heard the sound of a horn from the home page.

“We are not riding aja motor?” my Sahut hastened the pace, following Dominic into the living room after descending the steps in haste.

Dominic's parents gathered here, they smiled as they reached out.

“Where else have you brought a backpack?” tanya Marisa, Dominic's mother is a Caucasian, while Prambudi is her father's surname.

“Jogja, mom. Home village.” Dominic hugged my neck until we touched our heads. I had to put on a happy smile even though my mind was eager to step on her feet. Dominic is my best friend, sad, hungry, happy, sad we've been through together. And life that really needs a partner or friend when dusk comes not until we become a life partner. Reflexively this comfort doesn't want me to risk it out of love.

“You're a reunion, Tant, Om. But I must be back here again. Aunt and om still receive my arrival to?” I asked, it could be bad if you don't have a halfway house anymore. Already eating good, free, full twenty-hour WiFi, my cat eating it royal canin, hmm...

“Still dong, why don't you guys just get married? After all Pranata must agree two friends together until old age.” persuaded Marisa.

Dominic and I looked at each other grimacing. My broken heart is not over Aunt, I said in my heart.

Dominic snapped his fingers. “How about tomorrow mama and papa ngelamar Rastanty in Jogja?”

I stepped on Dominic's leg quickly. “Hurry really.” selorohku then grimace. This insolent person, not joking on time.

Dominic smiled broadly as he flicked his finger. “Not yet, mom. Ntar Dominic set first.”

Dominic and I kissed the backs of their hands that bore a familiar expression to our story.

“Go first om, Aunt. Later I bring gudeg from Jogja.” my promise before wearing shoes on the porch of the house. They agree but are more reminiscent of starting a new life.

For a moment, my gaze fell on Dominic's eyes.

“Awas you in love with me!” threaten me while looking at her nose.

“Prey date, Ras!” Dominic rolled his eyes. “Dah entered the car, later miss our train.”

Want to not want me to get into the car that Dominic used to ride around Jogja with me and Pranata. Reveal the memories left behind in this car when Pranata was bleeding.

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