Jogja, You & Memories
The 32nd Temple

Ten o'clock in the morning there will be fifteen more minutes, my palms are cold, my heart is beating faster than yesterday. I couldn't escape even just stepping on the ground floor to understand what was happening.

I'm in brackets with neat clothes, full-face touch makeup tools, no hp, just accompanied by mayonnaise risol, cold mango juice and toast piled with grated cheese, roasted beef slice, tomato sauce. It's all I haven't touched at all. I waited at ten o'clock for this door to open.

“For a long time.” lamented while leaning against the wall near the door leaf. “Dominic not fun, turn in make beautiful, just in parentheses, choose... Know that I do not need to follow in line dandan.”

The brick-red aluminum-lined door handle moved, I turned my head as the door leaf was pushed by someone.

“Kak, time down.” Michelle reached out her hand. “I was asked to join brother, mas Domi said brother has difficulty using right of hand tote.” Michelle sneered at me as she looked down. While the tall one still uses the right tote to heighten the allure.

“Part of events at home wear right tote, chell. Nyeker tastier to.” lamented.

Michelle Prambudi, the youngest most dear to her sisters, her grandmothers and her mother's father, scoffed at me more and more with her blatant gaze.

“Mas Domi wants today to be a special day, mosok nyeker to mbak, emang pitek a, nyeker-nyeker suket teki!”

I pursed my lips, thinking of the neighboring chicken that changed all my and Dominic's future just because of the teki-suck plaza.

“Continue now where is Dominic?”

“Under, wait for sister.” Michelle gathered up the courage to look at me as if she was gathering something heavy to say.

I cringe. “Why?”

“Try out fiancee later brother Rasta call mas Dominic, dear, baby, or beibe, or darling, or mas. Let Rasta's brother not only think of Domi mas where to lean and throw away the memories of the former! Kasian masku.” the grunt does not accept.

Without waiting for my answer, Michelle again cupped her hands in both of my arms as if I really could not walk gracefully. It's true, I'm just like a woman who is practicing using the right tote. Even so, the problem is not about these shoes and the kebaya that I used for yesterday's condition. It's me and Dominic. Today really happened... This process of going to a higher level makes it difficult for me to focus on the faces sitting in the living room.

Mater, mother. About Prambudi, Aunt Marisa. Reno, Mr. Tedy, Mbok Iyah, Michelle and lastly Dominic. The man was wearing a suit. Legit colored like press body fabric pants and shiny black leather shoes.

“Can we start the show?” prambudi.

The end of my kebayaku in a tug. I looked up after my consciousness recovered. “Why, sir?”

“Sit! What do you want to stand up like that. Not polite.” said mr. Lirih while pulling my hand. Possible again. I lowered my head as I walked timidly to the seat in front of Dominic.

“Hai..” greet Dominic cheerfully.

Hearts shriveling. I raised my hand and moved it like a chest while lowering my head. “Hai..”.

“Everybody.” connect Marisa cheerful while clapping fishing attention. “We start the show ready?” I'm nodding. “See mom and dad, darling? Good.”

I looked at Dominic's parents who looked relaxed even their faint smiles were slightly visible as I put on a shy smile.

“What's Rastanty?” ask Prambudi.

“Gerogi.” I said muttered.

Marisa chuckles amusedly. “Just relax dong, later unmarried fainted first. Yes, Dom?”

“Iya, mam.” Dominic grinning. “We make this event as relaxing as possible, mom. I'm afraid Rastanty fainted and then failed.” Dominic put on a made-up sad face.

“Mama okay-okay, let's husband start the show.” Marisa touched her husband's shoulder. Prambudi went on, a kind of welcome to open a general meeting in his office occurred, formally with a different sentence filling, a different sentence, not to discuss the issue of company and money because Prambudi is a famous accountant and businessman in this city but to discuss the acceptance of accountability for the behavior of his son who asked father last night.

It is terrible inner upheaval now, the conversation of two of our parents continues to roll until it produces results.

“Wedding must be done in the ballroom, hotel.” Marisa chirps.

“Hotel, expensive it sir.” my mother told me to provoke a big smile on the lips of everyone who heard it. My father hissed sharply. “Rastanty needs to marry. Would you like to be our only child to be a spinster?”

My mother shook weakly. I hid my face behind my mother's back with a smile that could no longer look charming.

“Later the festive party is here, so, out of jail in Jogjakarta, lapse of a day we go home to Malang, or everything here alone, Dominic's wedding is the first in our family. Here cold suitable for honeymoon.”

I coughed loudly, “Honeymoon” is the thing I should talk about with Dominic, the first night deal I should win.

“Drink, Race.” The sofa I was sitting on was wavy, Dominic was touching my thighs awkwardly. I looked with cheeks.

“This time we talked both.”

“Cie, sister. Can't wait to be alone.” Michelle sneered.

“Hush... You little boy, do not interfere.”

“Oh... wow..” Marisa decapitated Michelle, “Back to the topic darling.”.

“Yach mom..” Michelle scowled as she folded her hands together on the chest. “I'm old enough to participate.”

“Let's have that chance. Now, I'm gonna ask Dominic and Rastanty. Please answer the truth if you are not angry. You have been shouting, both-and-a-half, and right, said Mr. Budi, you must be sanctioned for your behavior, especially you Dominic. You are naughty, sad mama.”

Like suspect Dominic nodded his head. “Mama want to ask what?”

“Are you two really going to build a beautiful and friendly household? Mutual respect? Take care of each other and be able to pass household storms with mutual trust?”

I jerked. That's a wedding promise. Aunt Marisa can ask such questions at such a special time.

Dominic filled the gaps of my fingers that were glued to my lap.

“We can't promise, mom. But the friendship that underlies our current relationship will go a long way in making it easier for us to weather the storm in our household. Right, Ras?”

I nodded, leaving my life entirely to Dominic today feeling in the name of fret, fear, disappointment and the feeling of guessing what would happen next for that decision.

“Then please wear your engagement ring in front of us with a happy smile.” Marisa said.

Dominic reached out his hand after standing up. His eyes could not be separated from me as if looking at something he continued to praise without being careless and bored.

I nodded as I retraced Dominic's palm with my hand.

We stood face to face in front of a styrofoam wall the size of a three-door closet decorated with various types of fresh flowers that were installed quickly from six in the morning.

Reno bent her knees to our left, handing over our engagement ring with a tray covered in white tasseled cloth.

“Ku this ring offering for my sister because mom told me.”

Dominic held a smile as he grabbed the ring container. He grimaced as Reno watched it with a gasp.

Dominic put the ring back with his left hand while pushing Reno's grim face despite smiling at me.

Reno slumped to the floor with her hand still holding a tray containing a man's ring.

“Not to be shy about kaleee... Hunting fiancee let me also follow mas, kon later! Joko tuek.”

“Your mouth long time no rubbery, Ren.” Dominic ripped Reno's face before chortling, focusing his attention on me again. Dominic is moving his steps forward.

In front of me, a faint smile she gave me.

“For years I tried to hide my feelings for you, Ras. Until today comes, I still try to fight for our friendship to be more meaningful.” Dominic grabbed my right hand. “I'm sure your awkwardness and my accountability will change with love and affection over time.”

I nodded, my cheeks met with embarrassment. Suppose this is not a formal event involving parents, kebaya clothes and all the sacredness of a super impromptu engagement on the basis of my father's request that still leaves embers in his eyes, I've shaken Dominic's shoulder and made him realize that he can have the right woman but again. Fate, fate.

I fell into the hands of my own best friend who kept a million memories of my past with his best friend who may have told me how lunge I loved him. I fear that my weakness will be a means to deceive me. But Dominic is different, he is very different.

His way of pinning the ring on my ring finger was so slow and reverent as if he was really serious about putting the ring on my finger as a sign that I belonged to him forever.

Dominic smiled with relief as he put the back of my hand on his lips.

“Gantian...” Michelle and Reno cheers together after Dominic kisses the back of my hand and takes it off slowly.

I took out the man's ring while holding a smile. It's so bad, the affection with Dominic made my stomach stiffen, my stomach acid rose and my cheeks almost numb holding in laughter and amusement.

“I'm having trouble speaking, Dom. But may I ask you something before this ring gets on your finger?”

“Say.”

Dominic smiles. Eyes sparkling.

“You want to call baby?”

“Mau.”

At first glance I heard the sound of the detained laughter of Marisa and Michelle.

“Okay if it ends we discuss, both in the room.” I glanced amusedly as I grabbed Dominic's right hand, he stretched his fingers as I pinned our engagement ring and ended up with a hug to the viewers' complacency.

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