Jogja, You & Memories
Fifth Temple

Kugali memories that occurred when I was nineteen years old in front of the house as well as the special boarding houses of the son who had a low rusty fence and rambutan trees that were bearing fruit when I first met Pranata while walking towards the house.

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Circa two thousand thirteen.

The radio sound that gave off the chirpy sound began to change giving a memorable keroncong song in the kitchen after the mother returned from the market.

“Ras, home page on broom first sono, so dirty it!” exclaim mom from the doorway when I was lying down while watching television in the family room, “That was last night boys on taking rambutan on unresolved!”

“Ways from where, have their parents buk!” I got up and got up, cross-legged. “Lagian why do not I just reproof if after eating it is machined by yourself. Very nice to be a kost.” child

“Wes-wes, hunt you broom sono. There are guests later, Dominic.” Mother passed from the doorway and the sound of the pot falling was heard from the kitchen along with the mother's screams.

I snorted instead of responding to my mother's cursing manner of tekek that hides behind a pot that hangs on the wall.

“The victory is Dominic, the bule half coplak? Severe, severe. These costs so many stressed people difficult to pass the thesis, this is even bring more cement.” My hands ruffled hair in annoyance.

“If I join the jerky later piye buk?” jeritku.

“Pasrah wae, Race. Your own father established this policy of boarding. Dah sono do your job!”

I frown as I sweep the yard full of organic waste rambutan fruit and leaves that fall out due to the coaxed residents of the boarding house last night, their fat jerky, has been shaken-gonjreng not clear every night, he said, coffee cups lined up in the yard of this house that is used as a barrel still also throw litter. Do not understand the responsibility of the father of what boarding house? I am the victim.

I swung the broomstick that had a bamboo handle to the left right to collect the trash into the corner of the garden. The sound of the friction of the broom and conblock rattled like a whirlwind that knocked out the old leaves and scattered the leaves I had gathered.

Small is my job rather than building my mother's father's business that opens a comfortable stopover for students from outside the city who get education in this educational city. So even though I was just a freshman, my partner often heard the thesis that many times rejected by the lecturer, their crazy frustration, their frustration, a task that enslaves and makes me come to think about how my fate will be.

Head turned. I ended the event sweeping the yard with a big heart while staring at the arrival of a half-collar car from a handsome Malang. Dominic honks many times.

“Chick, open the gate dong.” he cried with his head that looked out of the car window. Geez, I'd love to shove his head. Already kecakepan, the company-like behavior of colonizing indigenous girls.

I opened the gate after throwing my broom on the ground. Dominic carefully stamped the gas while stopping under a large canopy he made himself with my father's permission that did not provide additional facilities for car users.

At first glance I faintly looked at Dominic's friend who was staring at me loosely before I turned around.

“Bener-ener weird plot.” I continued my work of sweeping the courtyard though my eyes occasionally stared at the two young men who were both tall and wore checkered shirts under the canopy while lowering the luggage of the new occupants. Their jeans are torn on the knee and the color has faded.

“girl, your father is there?” ask Dominic while he approaches me. While the friend he invited to join enlivened my duties as an assistant boarding house leaning on the body of the car while cross-sectioned.

“Father again jogging, the presence of mother!” ketus. “Keep yes, please stop calling me a girl. I protested many times. My name is Rastanty not a girl, you fat bull!” sarcasm protest.

Unconcerned by my flirting, Dominic turned his head while waving his hand. “Sini, Pre. Rastanty, his son father-kostan. Galak nih, demen is the same as this.”

“Badness!” My hand holding the handle of the broom was about to hit him. “What do you mean?”

“Wow-wow, Relax Race!” Dominic protects his head despite his severe grimace. I grunt.

I'd hit him if the rotten rambutan that the caterpillar had eaten didn't stick to my head until it embarrassed me. Dominic was blown away while the young man who was already standing a meter away from me snapped his finger at my hair that was hit by dirt, he said.

“Reflex is good, Dom.” Pre call, he reached out his hand as if really inviting acquaintance.

I stared at Dominic who had been my nemesis since the first time he set foot in these boarding houses.

“Pranata Last, his name. First acquaintance, will be the occupant of this boarding.” said Dominic.

I did not immediately hold his hand, but rubbed my hand first on the shirt before grasping the hand of Pranata Pamungkas. Our eyes stared at each other as I felt Pranata's thumb rub the back of my hand to the point that Dominic had to let go of both of our hands.

“Udah, Pre. He is fierce, you know, later you are bitten if you hold his hand for a long time.” spray Dominic cengengenesan.

“But he has not yet mentioned his name, Dom.” responded to the softly heard Pranata protest.

“Rastanty!” I said loudly, “Come inside, I call mom.”

I threw a broom in my left hand as I walked home.

“Buk, the guest has come!” I shouted in the living room before telling the two young men who had been leha-leha in the wooden chair to wait.

“Make coffee first, Race. New mom responsibility!” Gurgling water rang out in the bathroom, I swear. My shoulder slumped and I had to make coffee in the kitchen while grumbling.

“Please drink,” I said try gently while serving coffee.

“Still, Rasta.” The two young men smiled sweetly as if mocking my duties.

I cleared my throat then could only give up when my mother came rushing over while pulling my arm to come sit in the living room.

“So this is your friend you told yesterday, Dom?” my mother said without further ado.

“Bener mom kost.”

My mother and Pranata were direct acquaintances.

“But he said to look around first Buk where comfortable not. His son is rather picky about.” explained Dominic.

Widiw, this true friend. Until the most comfortable thing.

I threw away my face when my mother nudged my arm.

“Antar Pranata look around empty rooms, obviously also the price continues its facilities.” urged mom.

I didn't directly obey my mother's wishes, I swear, what if the young man who just looked around was a bad person. My heart is not calm.

“There, Race. Don't even think about it. Your job is!”

Really?

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