Jogja, You & Memories
The 39th Temple

“I don't know why my father has been doing the same lately, Rom. A little bit of my behavior is considered wrong... Even breathing if it disturbs his calmness must be considered wrong. Basic account father..” I let out a breath. “What is my father lacking attention from mother huh, Rom?” I'm more shrewd.

The Romi who accompanied me mopped and washed the doormat due to local rain in the hallways of the boarding houses were floating on someone's motorbike.

“Wes wingi in keplak ndase, ndilalah saiki in gebyur banyu. What a matter of uripmu, Ras.”¹ He mengeplak motor handlebar while silent slowly with buying eyes.

“I don't do anything about it mas.” Romi raise his hand. “I just nemenin Mbak Rastanty, not me!”

My head turned back as Romi came down from the motor. Mucus, immediately my eyes bought. Dominic nguping.

“What do you mean, Ras?”

“Excuse me, nyuwu.”² Romi bowed deeply as he passed Dominic to the doorway.

Dominic pulls the end of Romi's shirt before the twenty-year-old disappears from his sight.

“Clearly what did you mean?” dominic asked with a hostile face.

“A... Anu's... Mas...” Romi stuttered while looking at me for help. “Your boyfriend, Mbak.” he said in a soft tone.

“I can clearin, Dom.” I grabbed his arm. “Please dia.”

Romi was stirred with a tail of laughter that was heard in his room.

Dominic looked at me while shaking his head. “You until what time you look like a boy out of rain. Not ashamed of your age?”

“Not my fault!” I challenged his gaze, “Why? Do you care if you laugh. Wonderful that I have come home from the first time until now - there is a problem. I'm tired.”

“Ras,” call Dominic, ”Mandi keep way out. I'm waiting in the living room.”

I muttered short while turning off the fan that was drying the floor in the hallway of the hostel before entering the room.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Amber. My eye bags were getting dumber from my face, my hair was dizzy, between sweat and well water clashed, my clothes were tangled. My hands were wrinkled, and the diamond rings enjoyed the dirty puddles as I washed the mats near the well.

I grabbed my hair. Where might I talk to Dominic with conditions like the thief mostly stay up late and run out of coolness. Sorry, if I can still think of Dominic as a friend, I'm not this sweet, I'm afraid he's ilfil.

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Dominic kissed the back of the hand of the father who did not expect the prospective daughter-in-law he praised with a variety of honesty came.

“It feels weird sir, all the way from Rastanty, we also have to photo prewedding and choose wedding clothes. Maybe I'll be here a week. Permission nggih, sir.”

“Beres, just keep watch Rastanty.” I pat Dominic on the shoulder, then look at me fiercely. I hissed, feeling stepson.

Dominic put his arm around my shoulder and took me to the parking lot.

“As for me or you are his son's father? Why the same me he's so fierce.” my grumbling after Dominic kicked my bike out of the house.

“It's not bad you came down to you, Ras? Didn't realize you?” reply Dominic flat.

I hugged him from behind. “Sadar. Keep on you like me fierce what calm, Dom?”

Dominic just stroked the back of my hand for a while without saying anything until we arrived at the parking lot of a wedding organizer.

Couldn't find what he wanted. Dominic returned to the motorbike until he reached the hotel. I was flabbergasted as I got off the bike.

“You check in here you? Want to do?” many wonder.

“You are looking for a wedding place, want to try a honeymoon mattress all while sleeping.” Dominic took off his helmet.

“How do I go?” I said while pointing at my chest. “I'm waiting for you to sleep?”

“Defense?” Dominic took my hand without excuse. While my face was pitting, enter the hotel, alone. How I became a ketar-ketir.

“Nudge if you are embarrassed, I realize you are quite famous.” Dominic said as we entered the hotel building and walked towards the receptionist.

I tighten my hand. I know things like this should be natural, but I was again just dressed casually, we even only wear yellow flip-flops, anti-maling couple sandals.

In front of a glittering and risky receptionist Dominic expresses his intentions in a friendly manner. The receptionist immediately passed us to the marketing manager room.

With the attitude that I like to even make my smile. Dominic looked authoritative during a discussion with the manager.

“Which one do you want, Ras?” dominic said as he shifted the photos on the manager's tablet.

“This shouldn't be your responsibility, Dom.” I said slowly.

“Who wants to pay now? I'm just looking for a suitable place for our wedding, Ras. Cost remains your mother's father.”

I put on a wry smile. “I don't know yet how many invitations my family will send. What if we marry him in a gor or multipurpose building?” embarrassed whiskey.

“Why aren't you at Maguwoharjo stadium, Ras? Who knows one village with your father would like to be invited.”

I pinched his back. Dominic put the tablet in front of the marketing manager who smiled broadly.

“How about mas? Is there anything that appeals to the desire or something you want to reduce or add?”

“Pack for 200 guests, white and pastel flower design, prepare some western food, and bonus room honeymoon.”

The marketing manager nodded and then moved. “Let me drop by ballroom and bonus room honeymoon.”

My hand was back in Dominic's arm, he grinned after seeing my face tangled weakly.

“My father has to sell boarding to pay for our wedding, Domi.”

“Your father has many rice fields, Ras. Selling a patch has no loss. Get a half-cool ghost gini, less cool how to try?”

I sneered... I should have realized the closeness of father and Dominic more than a prospective mother-in-law and in-law. They're familiar, sometimes badminton together, watching a ball game, sometimes smoking while chatting beat my time with him on the porch.

We were fluttering in the vast carpeted space while hearing the marketing manager explain how the decoration will be created, after the circular explained in detail. We took the elevator to the honeymoon room.

Suddenly something tickled my mind. “Domi.” I held back his shirt before his feet went into the room.

“Why?”

“I'm not coming in!”

“Why else?” mangkel.

“Too!”

Dominic pulled one of my hands and pulled both of my shoulders from behind. His steps urge me to move forward.

“Sorry mas. I want to marry still lacking the initiative of my future wife. Gemes.” Dominic kissed my temple.

The marketing manager smiled formally. “Please look around first, Mas, Mbak. This room will also be decorated. Any special request?”

“No.” Dominic throws his naughty smile, “My request is just Rastanty and privacy.”

Dominic's left hand held out a credit card from his pants pocket.

“On behalf of Dominic Prambudi Dwayne. I will take care of everything after looking through this room and trying out the mattress, can I?”

“Let me set.” The marketing manager smiled formally while putting the key card on the table. “Good afternoon.”

The door closed, Dominic cupped me in the face. His attitude returned to the moment he knew my head was on someone's lap.

“Who?” she asked firmly but her hand was stroking my head. ”Who did it, Ras?”

“I asked first, you will not take revenge right?”

“Jawab!”

“Bu Indri.”

Dominic's jaw is hardened. His hands clenched at the sides of his body before his lips kissed my crown.

“Rest.” His eyes led to a king-size bed from a deluxe room facility.

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¹ Already yesterday in his head, now in the water guyur. Shit keep your life, Ras.

² nyuwun sewu: ask for a thousand, in the local wisdom of Javanese people means the same as excuse me, usually as a prefix to ask something or pass the older person.