Jogja, You & Memories
The 20th Temple

We are moving towards the desired hope, facing obstacles that present sadness and happiness in an indeterminate season. Like today my morning filled with drying clothes and cleaning the house, day until night cloudy without rain falling spoiled in the sky all day to make me lazy in the room.

I threw myself down and began the repeated grief in my room in a different atmosphere, no alarm clock ringing just before dawn and nine o'clock. The alarm clock was now in Dominic's room, which built it early and upset him. No doubt at last he hibahakan that hour to young students who are diligent in college. While I'm quite relieved, the clock ticking twice a day is my schedule and Pranata met even though belek has not lost his breath yet fragrant and sleepiness still perched the eyes before and after daily activities separated us. Romantic yes, bucin yes, troublesome yes, basic lack of work!

But that's exactly what we are. Love slave crazy at one word, “Hope!”

Yeah, correct. Hope, every day I'm haunted by a feeling of curiosity. Why is Pranata able to fall in love with an ordinary girl like me while there are many women out there who adore her blatantly. I'm often jealous of it and Pranata slalu says, “You're the only Race I think of!”

I who do not often fall in love believe that Pranata is honest. I'm the only one on his mind. Then what hope does he want from a bloody girl who just does not understand that there is beauty in this city.

I actually know Jogjakarta through every step that accompanies Pranata down the streets of this city and I want to die here.

“Ras, if if I graduated college first you are sad I have not been spending at your place again?” ask Pranata when we spend time in angkringan kali code. Buy baked bananas and toast accompanied by warm chocolate milk.

I'm shaking. “I like you pass first, it's a sign you are ready to make a living for me.” I said cheerfully.

Pranata did not laugh, she rarely laughed but her wide smile signified that she was happy and amused at my answer.

“Oh, so are you ready to marry the story? It's weird, Race. A year ago when I asked you to date, you are still like a calm girl less slang who ogah-ogahan invited to walk.” ledeknya while removing the message on the corner of my lips.

“That was a year ago. Transformers can change hearts.”

The smile on the lips of Pranata widened as well as the visitors who were next to us who were found to throw their faces while smiling as if our pleasure was contagious.

“He can change, I'm glad you've made progress. Not passive continue.” Pranata snapped her finger at the end of my hair that was infested by flies. “But mother said my partner must be a scholar before marriage.”

“OK deh, I try to immediately follow you through. Only you can wait for me, Pra? I'm a little not smart because your mind keeps.”

Not strong with my spoiled words not reeds, the visitor next to us laughed. Pranata is also the same, he even looks like to throw himself into the river code that divides the city of Yogyakarta into western and eastern parts.

I snorted, “Why is that like? I'm funny?” my ask is very confident.

“Gak—gak, uh yes!” errata Pranata hastily while adjusting his breath with his face semringah, “You are funny, Race. Suer.”

I smiled now as I looked at the ceiling and suddenly I remembered the first time we had gone together.

I was confused looking for clothes that deserve to be worn until the time to leave I was not ready. Pranata tapped on my bedroom window, her eyes barging inside after raising the window sill. I smiled lightly.

“Kok not ready? Find what, Rasty?” ask wondered.

I was wide-eyed, my yupi-like mentality at that time panicked immediately. A man is in my room. Later the father was angry, the mother suspected, before that happened I locked the room and pushed his back towards the window.

“Udah use this one, Ras. Buruan in wear. Dominic hunt home campus.” he said excited after refusing to go out. In her hand, my dress was held tightly.

“Why?” I who only wore short t-shirts and leggings was stunned when my plain white bouffant pouf dress Pranata wore. Both of her hands suddenly crept into my neck before flicking my stranded hair behind the dress. My hair unraveled and his expression immediately beamed. “Beauty. Stay put on shoes.”

I nodded and then he came out of my room through the window without any hesitation. I hurriedly put on my shoes, following Pranata out the window. He shook his head with a smile that was amused after I arrived in front of him.

I smiled, our familiarity began to flow when her good intentions led me to go to college with me six months after she stayed at this boarding house. It felt strange to be joined by a foreign man who every time I took his dirty clothes in front of his room, he was waiting for me to finish it.

“You're..” My ears are jeweled with anxiety. “No need to follow through the window too, Rastanty.”

“No papa, Pre. Let be experience.”

For the first time I heard him laugh and I instantly fell in love with his laugh that was actually lit up but remembered forever.

Beautiful yes in love, I feel flowery and more fragrant than village flowers. Until finally our more awkward but friendly and tidy trip than usual ended in Malioboro.

I accompanied him for a walk, looking for something he wanted from store to store but he never got it until my calves were tight, my legs were sore, my throat was thirsty and my stomach was hungry.

“What are you looking for, Pre? Why confused? How not to meet? Is it hard and the steps you are looking for?” burmku, in front of the seller of mineral water and retail cigarettes that suddenly come approaching.

“I'm looking for time, Ras.” answered anxiously while buying one mineral water and one retail cigarette. Pranata immediately turned it on with a gas match that he borrowed from the seller.

“Time? What do you do, Pre?” ask me with a frowning forehead.

Pranata pulled my hand to one of the corners in Malioboro that was quieter than visitors. We looked up and because I was thirsty, I drank the mineral water in my hand until it ran out while he looked at me seriously.

“Pra, why?” He smiled warmly, and without me expecting it, Pranata replied nervously but smoothly.

“I'm looking for the right time to say I like you, Ras. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

That's why I couldn't sleep at night. I kept smiling until I thought I needed to be in Ruqyah.

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