Jogja, You & Memories
The 35th Temple

Based on my mother's proposal that began to be disturbed by my rant about Pranata's car and motorcycle. A lump of courage and a brilliant idea he conveyed to immediately eliminate the vehicle that often scratches the story along the road Jogjakarta with Pranata.

“Ras..., same mother went to the market find need.” exclaimed my mother from the doorway, “You become a security guard.”

I cleared my throat until when my father's motorbike had a distinctive sound away from the yard, I removed the blanket that covered my body immediately.

“Hopefully unsuspecting.” I grimaced with excitement while taking out the keys of Pranata's car and motorcycle from my pants pocket. I rushed out of the room to Romi in the kitchen.

“Rom, come.” I said stirring.

He sipped his coffee to a few shavings before nodding.

“Beres.”

I handed the Pranata motor key to him. “We are on a motorcade, but if you want to hurry first. Ntar met in front of the parking lot of Puro Mangkunegaran. The house is not far from there.”

Romi responded to my words with the same wide grin when he heard me vent until midnight. But once we were on top of the vehicle, my world returned to a single point called memory. I clenched my hands repeatedly behind the wheel of the red sedan. This car often takes us to romantic places. But unfortunately this car also often takes Hetty to various places that I do not know where.

In my semesta, first... Pranata is an ambitious romantic man. Every ambition he said, only there were misgivings that directly infiltrated my chest. It's just that the decision to welcome Hetty was the hardest I could accept.

Furthermore, their relationship above mine seemed to be an organized betrayal. Betrayal, a word I desperately looked upon when Dominic told me their story when we returned to Malang the other day. I'm hurt, I hate that fact and it's still hard for me to look better, Pranata has the heart to do that painful potential. Be resilient.

Passing through Klaten, my heart rate increased. I, alone, without someone who knows very well my story with Pranata will visit his house that I do not yet know how it looks. How they react after years of not understanding the legacy of his son. With gasoline that burns the taste of wounds and grips to make my choice happy enough to take me there.

“Rom, tail the car.” I shouted without any interest in getting out of the car. He who stopped by the side of the road in the place I mentioned threw his cigarette and put his bike behind me.

Half an hour, half an hour I return the goods to the house priyayi pure who has a house with some Javanese architecture and modern, cool rambutan trees protect ornamental plants neatly lined underneath.

I dropped my back on the back of the red sedan seat, my wound gaping, my, a swath of building that extends back with high fences protecting it has been intimidating before the faces of the inhabitants of this house appear.

I took a deep breath as Romi knocked on the windshield.

“Aman, Race?”

“Tremor.”

Romi's grin widened, “May still be able to walk alone right? If not ngesot gih, I am missing looking for the same problem of girls who are already fiancee.”

Sempuls. I grabbed her arm before closing the car door. But apparently our arrival was realized by the residents of the house, we arrived in front of a teak door that was carved intricately along with the door that opened slowly.

My eyes widened, my body jerked back, my anger faded, my breath blocked, someone in front of my eyes sucked me longer back.

Pranate.

My chest was like being squeezed to see its form in my eyes until the feeling fell out instantly. Romi nudged my arm with his elbow during a helping hand from who he was... Why are his eyes like Pranata's, his nose, the curious smile created at the corner of his lips, and his stature I ignore.

“Ras!” Bugh ...

“Janc..” I flinched, my back hurt, Romi grimaced as he pointed his chin at the owner of the house.

I put on a big smile. “Sorry,” I clenched my hands. “Sorry, is this really the home of Mr Herlambang and Ms Indri?”

The man raised his eyebrows. “Whose are you?”

I gaped as I glanced at Romi. Help woyy, help answer! I said through the eyes. My mouth is too stiff to answer.

“We are from Jogja mas, I am Romi, this is Rastanty. He's the son of a boarding mother who used to live in the late Pranata.”

“Deceased Pranata, Jogja?” The man's eyes immediately remembered something. Quickly with a polite gesture he let us into the house.

I shook my head faintly. “We won't be long mas.”

“Lho, I think you guys want to visit for a friendship maybe kangen with my sister.” he said more flexible.

“Adik?” I cringe.

His hand was raised back into the air.

“Ras, game!”

I'm goosebumps, my palms touch the soles of someone named Kendranata.

“Kendranata.” my dearest in heart.

“Please sit.”

“No.” I shook my head, I paused for a moment, made the decision to give an honest answer or not.

“Sorry before, what is it why suddenly came looking for my parents? It's alm. Pranata still has debt at the boarding house, Rastanty?”

“Not, not that mas.” I said shook my head.

His face showed curiosity. “Sit for a while, the journey from Jogja must be quite tiring.” urged while pulling a wooden chair. “I go inside for a minute.” the part is polite.

“Yes, yes, the old one can also mas. Please.” I said drive him away.

Kendranata smile. Forgive me, don't, don't give me a smile. Don't mas. Pimply.

I was forced to sit down after Romi dragged me to a chair when Kendranata had entered his fragrant and risky home.

“You why, Ras?” ask Romi.

“He looks like Pranata, Rom. Amby, this is beyond expectations. Though I've been mentally challenged when I met his mother's father.” I grabbed my hair.

“Keep you so remember your ex?”

“Clear.”

In those short words, I lowered my head, Kendranata retorted what spread across my chest. A longing that never returns. Now something from him stole my attention. Why the existence of Pranata never tell and Dominic hide.

I let out a breath. Be lost.

“Please on drink.” Kendranata brought two cool coco pandan flavored drinks and a jar of nastar while sitting in front of us.

“At drinking, Race. Keep turning.” urged Romi.

My throat was flowing cold water that refreshed my thirst. I took a breath before looking at Kendranata's face. Similar, like twins.

“Sorry this.” I handed over Pranata's car keys, followed by her motorcycle keys to the table. “The car and motor belong to Pranata, we are here to return it.”

“For what to return after so long my sister is gone?” Kendranata looked at me in wonder.

I sipped my drink again and sighed. “I will continue to live, Pranata's property must return to its place of origin.”

I hurried to move while pulling the hand of Romi who was about to pluck the nastar on the table. “Balik.”

Four nastars entered Romi's mouth before chewing him with a clumsy smile then gulping down his drink hurriedly. He stepped up and extended his hand in front of Kendranata.

“I have a lecture hours mas, pay first.” said Romi.

“I'll drop off to station.”

“Bby mas!”

I glared as I stepped on Romi's foot. “Please mas, we take a taxi!”

“Do not, wait a minute.”

Kendranata darted into the house, while my legs became stiff after a middle-aged woman walked out of the house in a wheelchair.

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