Jogja, You & Memories
The 23rd Temple

In this competitive and sorrowful friendship, we often share the content of clashing heads, he said, the ideals of a different future yet we have a love that is unraveled with laughter and simple attention that continues to be an everlasting comfort.

I feel my head is hot, breaking my heart with what is happening now. In the afternoon we had to go to the reunion to the student alumni association building to fulfill a long-standing kangen appointment in the fields as a festive hospitality event, passionate as well as proving ground of the one strata bachelor title we have.

I was sitting limp on the edge of the bed. What should I be proud of? My story and Pranata end sad ending. Put it in the hearts of friends and leave behind a feeling of kasian on me. My new boyfriend? Dominic, the playboy who will definitely meet his ex-girlfriend. Oh hell... What aps today. Do I need to be in ruwat so as not to apes continue. Or am I pretending to be happy? No need for reunion?

How is this a viewer?

This face is lackluster without a smile as typical of people who want to meet old friends. Beautiful makeup is no use to cover the decline of this heart spirit in addition to my stomach is still mules. I withered before showing off my much better state than yesterday.

I lay myself in bed, I'm ready to go actually. My feet are wearing Dominic's new shoes, my clothes are the best. But do I have to go with Dominic? Or am I leaving alone? Why dating a friend is difficult easy. I find it difficult to seduce him because there is still an upheaval of my discomfort to seduce my own best friend, strange because I am used to being seduced while I am wrong now.

I closed my eyes. “Pra, how is it? You're nitipin I'm the same Dominic, but not yet we've been fighting. Are we not compatible, do I need to be spoiled like you used to be.” Long time ago I closed my eyes, I tried to organize my chaotic thoughts and heart before deciding I would go to the reunion.

It's wrong to be Rastanty, but luckily I'm Rastanty, not Rinjani. Ribet will be his business again.

I moved, rearranged my makeup in front of the oval mirror, then combed my hair. Then for the sake of increasing the spirit, I took out a photo of Pranata from behind my ID card in the wallet.

“I'm actually amused by Dominic, but for your sake. For the sake of his promise to you and for my own fault. I'll fight, Pre. Don't laugh, you know how I am.” Photo Pranata that has been scrapped I keep again behind the ID card. “If one day, you're not here, don't be angry. That's a sign I've let you go and we should be happy.”

I confirmed my appearance once more before sighing deeply. My feet stepped up, leaving a comfort that protected me. I lowered the doorknob while exiting the room along with Dominic. We stared at each other without giving out any compliments.

I was amazed to see him wearing a three-piece suit. His hair is neatly arranged in such a beautiful manner plus his eyes are beautiful looking wistful fishing haru. Dominic wears a press body fabric pants with a white shirt that is inserted into his pants and a flannel checkered vest makes his athletic body look attractive. Her new shoes flashed, her every step of the foot sounding out loud in the ear even though she did not come to me. He walked out the door of the boarding house without taking me. Wow.. I'm dumbfounded.

“Now selling expensive continue to want to spread the charm again.” my inner while out of the house. Dominic opens the Pranata car cover that is still often served once a month while occasionally the father uses the streets and then turns on the engine.

What the hell is this? Why would he pull out a Pranata red sedan instead of turning on my bike. Want what? My mukaku is red like a shrimp burned over time to a charred gosong. The alamak... Dominic got into the car and closed the door with a big bang.

Our pair of eyes collided from three meters away. Okay, I understand it. He was angry, he wanted to see my efforts melt his heart, but my life seemed to be being shaken with all the new things I knew about Dominic and his feelings. I'm having a hard time dealing with it, I need time. Therefore, I choose to ride my bike because I am also not sure Dominic invites me to leave with his silent —mulutnya seem reluctant to be noisy.

We walked out of the house in turn, I drove in front of Dominic's red sedan. Sometimes I look around, sometimes he gives me a horn. We are like lovers who do not want to be close but also do not want to be apart.

I lifted my chin more haughty in the day-to-day route to campus. It was raining, hot, cloudy, hungry, angry, and happy that I passed with Pranata on this road. Now with Dominic, I start with an angry situation.

His body stiffened, less than two kilometers away and several turns of the campus buildings began to be seen before my eyes. I even had time to reduce the speed of my bike until Dominic gave me a warning horn.

My chest jolted, even though I kept passing my bike even though I was trailing the red sedan.

Entering the parking area. A large banner featuring all the alumni welcomed our arrival. I was stunned by the sincere smile and the beautiful eyes that stood behind me. Dominic and Pranata were racing behind me as the photo shoot took place after we held a social service. Their hands also touched my shoulders while they embraced.

At first glance, I was faced with a difficult choice to digest. I want to cry and I need Dominic.

He got out of the red sedan, Paijo as the head coordinator suddenly greeted him after giving a familiar greeting to the others. They hugged. While the fishing moment was excessive wonder, he looked at me who was still fluttering on the bike and asked Dominic.

“Kok left alone, didn't you say yesterday officially soan Rastanty, Dom? Wah, napusi sampean.” said Paijo with a joke.

I threw my eyes at Konblock. I can't stop thinking, Dominic has been woro-woro to Paijo we are made. Then what's up with his heart now, still admitting me as his girlfriend is not while Princess and one by one ex-Dominic are seen moving from careless direction as I raise my gaze.

They approached Dominic with their hands up. “Baby..”.

Baby's?

Oh, wow. Dear call. I got off the bike and shook my hair. My gaze towards the Princess already wanted to pounce on her roundly.

Dominic reached out before making out with him, one more ex, kept his long-haired and last ex Karmila. The widow of one of the children she took to the boarding houses when Pranata and I celebrated their birthday with yellow rice which she commented on in antiquity.

I'm sick of it, my stomach's churning. My hand held my stomach and I hurriedly searched the toilet.

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