Jogja, You & Memories
Third Temple

Malang Kotabaru Station at eight in the morning. We rushed across the station's sky bridge after gazing from afar at the three mountains I had climbed with Dominic. Mount Panderman, Mount Buthak and Mount Kawi. The three mountains were shrouded in mist like my smile silenced by the hands that were smothering me as I cried hysterically at the blood-soaked Pranata in the middle of the road.

I stopped, my knees were limp. My feet want to go back to Dominic's house, hide there for as long as possible until someone knocks on my heart and takes me flying back.

Dominic took the pop noodle packaging out of my hand and tossed it with the coffee packaging into the trash.

“Buy food, Race. I went to the restroom. Very nice, bad!”

I haven't been able to answer his request, Dominic ran away in a mess leaving an unpleasant scent from his butt that gave off a scent of a comberan in the middle of people who came and went at the station. I snorted and went back to the pujasera, buying food and drinks for a long ride in the car. After paying, my feet hurriedly stepped onto the platform after hearing the announcement that the express Malioboro train was speeding up, begging passengers who had not set foot into the train carriage to docked immediately.

My head looked repeatedly at the toilet and in any direction, where Dominic, anjayyy, I snorted as the train attendant asked me where I was going. My facial water must be so mossy and confused now that he has to question where I'm going as if I'm just going.

I'm not just being rude, I have to. I'm very, very reluctant to be here. Is my face less tormented?

I killed my confusion by staring at the last place I saw Dominic.

“Jogja, mom. KA Malioboro express.” said I mentioned the name of the train that I will be riding for almost eight hours later.

“Current in, Ma'am. Five minutes later the door is closed with the driver!” he said he was worried about me expressing my feelings.

“My queen is still in the toilet, mas. He's snatching. Ah.” My hand was forced by the train attendant until my foot was on the train, I was flabbergasted for a second that was not enough for me to catch my breath closed.

“Asem!” hisisku's pissed. I grinned at the train attendant who let out a sigh of relief, even he had time to make sure no one was in a hurry to chase the train.

“My winner missed mas,” I said weakly.

“If Mbak's friend is not ready when the train is almost on the road, it is certain that Mbak's friend does not want to travel. He only intended to deliver.” he said mannered but so ugly sounded.

“Dominic's figure has the heart to tell me to go home to Jogja alone!” I put my face on the glass to make sure Dominic was chasing after the train that started to leave the platform with the sound of a roaring horn. Dominic is not there, my pair of warmed eyes can't find him.

I can't imagine losing out on Dominic at the reunion or on Setyo and the Princess. I can't hide behind the joy that makes me fall asleep for a smile. Where are you, Dom?

I stepped in slowly following the train attendant who was about to show me my seat. The voices that changed I heard I didn't care. The speed of the train that began to increase did not make me waver. I was slumped in the path that brought me home to my homeland alone without Pranata, without Dominic, without enthusiasm unlike some people slalu bring a burning enthusiasm when going to visit Jogja.

I look at my journey in silence. In my seat, the economics class that should stay exciting with Dominic. Reckless chat that does not stop to make the trip does not feel long. Unexpectedly he just drove me to the station, told me to go home alone. Visiting memories that I cannot forget as hard as I tried. I attacked my own memories without his support.

Oh if I were like a mighty ape, naughty, brutal make everyone upset. But I am but a fallen flower, a servant left alone, no more faithful solace that accompanies this solitude. There is a chance for me to be happy. My pair of eyeballs looked at the scene outside. Prana, I'm back. But what should I do?

My hand took the laptop from my semi-carrier bag. I hugged him while taking a breath, I knew this journey would still reach its destination.

How Jogja now, I heard the special city began to fade because klitih is everywhere. Because many hotels are increasingly mushrooming everywhere until out the social campaigns carried out by young people including Pranata.

“Jogja Ora Didol.” (Not sold )

I blinked. But how dusk on the parking lot Abu Bakr Ali. How's the mood of the kidul square?

One by one the questions came to my mind and my fingers could not bear to immediately type the keyboard with ten fingers. Not a few places I went with Pranata in Jogja, bitter and sweet memories until the more I remember, the more I can not stand to drop tears. My chest is tight, Prana. It was so tight I could hardly breathe. Tell me who's wrong, your love, my love, our love?

For a moment I stared out the window.

“Nothing's wrong, Rastanty. Our love is so funny that your father doesn't know me and you are dating!”

“Yakin?” I said first, “lucunya where, I'm the same you're weird!”

Pranata smiled as she strummed her guitar. Sending the song that now accompanies this journey though until this moment I do not understand the funny where our love is.

Pranata only ever said, I did not see the charm in Jogjakarta until Dominic drove me to your father's boarding house and saw you sweep the yard with a warm smile greeting me.

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