Jogja, You & Memories
Most Sincere Getir

On top of everything that has ever happened, Dominic and I both know Pranata and his mountain of mistakes are the fruit of the ambitions of his parents and himself. Although further than that, the truth lies in the faults still in his treacherous heart, he said, to deceive and hurt me so tenderly and cruelly and for his death in such a tragic way was simply a bad fate.

I convince myself now with great difficulty and distress if indeed it is the end of his time of deceit.

Who felt regret, hurt, collapsed, a blurred green dot, but this is not just about broken a shoe, broken four sides ‘aku, Dominic, Pranata, Hetty’, and others, there's one side where there's harder than that. Forgive.

I clasped Dominic's hand after the rental car from the hotel arrived at the funeral parking lot that had been filled with motorcycles and cars of friends who took the time to visit Pranata.

“Support, mi amore?” dominic asked while looking at me warmly. “Kalo don't want, you can wait here. An hour may be done.”

I shook my head faintly. “I want to see him, anyways I used to say it takes time and I already have the only support now.”

“Wah,” Dominic stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “That's cool, Ras.”

I smiled as I moved my face to his face. “Still yes.” Dominic turned his face with blushing cheeks.

“There was a guy, Ras.” I got but at a glance stole a kiss before we got out of the car.

Pranata's problem, it's hardened my emotions to Dominic. I hold his hand, have it openly even though my face looks careless at the spectacle of many people.

“Sorry guys, new bride is coming.” Dominic clenched his hands, one by one Paijo and the other punching Dominic's fist.

“We understand, bro. Cute?” Paijo grinned in front of my face. Then throw the ring at Dominic. “More delicious than black coffee certainly.”

Dominic bends his elbow while kissing the back of my hand. “More than coffee and memories.”

“Cieilehhh, new manten.” Paijo whistles, “Get woy first, we start the show.”

I was even more afraid to behave when the unknown Hetty came out of the black sedan parked at the very end while holding the hand of a little man who inherited the face of the Pranata. He's funny, looks calm as if he understands his father is gone.

It hurts me to see it, it's not the pain that punched me in the chest from the Pranata affair with Hetty, I'm sick to see the boy grow up before seeing and feeling his father's affection.

Hetty smiled sadly when she saw me.

“Congratulations for your wedding, we are happy and sorry we could not come to your event yesterday.” he said gently with a charm that does not fade even though he is a widow.

Dominic ruffled the hair of the little man he called ‘Prana cilik’ while carrying it.

“Can be on maklumi.” Dominic smiles. “Come in, but I bring a special guest now who feels the most hurt and hard to move on.” Hetty looked at me with a smile and then nodded.

I pursed my lips and felt the grip of his lost hand made me stumble and unbalanced when stepping into the cemetery area until our entourage arrived at an inscription that houses the Pranata navel.

My limbs were limp, I sat without cues on the ground behind Dominic who seemed familiar with this place.

“We're coming, Pre. Sorry if Rastanty took a long time to visit you here, but my promise is paid off, I will take care of Rastanty until he can get angry in front of you directly. While your son has half your inheritance. You who are calm now, don't flirt in my dreams again. I'm not calm.”

I landed the side of my face on Dominic's back. Being hit by a reality more poignant than just losing. There is much more to his story. There is a Hetty that is more complicated than my story, there is a son who needs to meet a new father figure. There's Dominic who swallowed a sense of wrongness and the Pranata family who lost so satirically.

“Do not cry.” gumamku.

“I and Rastanty are married, your son must be happy, Hetty still chose you as his last love, your business now only with your brother, Kendranata. Goodbye, Pre... Until we meet again because each of us will surely go home like you.”

The white rose we brought down with us was a collection of fresh red rose petals as if someone had come before us while Dominic's favorite flower was Hetty, she was a Pranata flower. The place sucked and left its saris.

I closed my eyes, our friend chanted prayers afterwards. Carrying an airy meaning to touch his soul in eternity.

Dominic turned his face away while rubbing my cheek as soon as my sobbing tears in his shirt stopped.

“Then his son.” always, still holding the child Pranata.

I pursed my lips. “It's not about tears, Dom.” I said hoarsely.

“Iya..” Dominic raised the body of the little Pranata, the boy received his mother with a sweet smile. “Salam sama papa, tomorrow we come here again.” pinta Hetty.

The little pranata kissed his father's inscription and hugged his mother.

I hid my face back on Dominic's back. “Sad.”

Dominic pulled both my hands together to hold her. “Maybe you need to release your race before we return to Malang?”

“Not necessary.”

“At least it is enough for you to take everything off, without the need for anyone to hear it including me.”

“I... ten minutes can?” askaku full of caution.

I smiled as I let her walk among the tombs of the university's extended family with Hetty and her son.

I rubbed my face under the wind-sweeping frangipani tree, scattering a flower over its vortex.

“You like drizzle, Pre. Not getting me wet just makes me fret.”

I kissed her headstone because it didn't take a wordplay to express today's feelings in front of her vortex. All of the things I've been through those two years are known to Dominic and maybe you.

“That's quiet, Pre. I came for the first time and for the last because maybe only my prayers will accompany you. Goodbye to.”

I rubbed his head while standing, away, for a moment I turned to look at his belly button full of flowers and risk and smiled.

“Dom...” call me while speeding up my steps.

“Mi amore.” He took me into his arms. “Enough?”

“Yups.” I smiled while looking at him. Dominic bowed his head while kissing my cheek.

“Widiwww, the singles escaped from mupeng.” Paijo shook his hand.

We loosened our arms, but Dominic took a step back and my confused face was instantly missed.

“Ras... can we talk for a minute?” said Hetty.

I looked at Dominic, asking for his approval. He nodded then pushed my shoulders gently to follow Hetty towards her car. The child groom gets into the car meeting a middle-aged woman who immediately hugs him.

I looked at Hetty awkwardly as she reached out to my right hand. Grasping her tightly while smiling sadly.

“Sorry to have hurt you.” he said without further ado. ”Me and Pranata made a mistake that has hurt you now. But Pranata does not belong to anyone now Ras, my life is ruined he went away with a son and you are still lucky to have Dominic faithful to you in our worst days.” Hetty looked at my bojoku while smiling warmly.

“He helped me take what would belong to the little Pranata, half of the Pranata legacy in Surakarta.” Hetty took a pause to sigh long. “His family did not want to acknowledge our son as their descendant, but your husband was witness to how I and Pranata used to hang out until my family won a inheritance-sharing lawsuit. Pretty Race, because that's all I can have besides the disappointment and great struggle of raising our son alone.”

Hetty smiled at me while slipping her shoulders. “Think of this karma for me, Ras. You're happy with Dominic. All right, I have something for you. This was from Pranata, wanted to be given to you, but I asked.”

Hetty took off my hand as she opened the car door, she took out a dashed green box that was instantly given to me without her opening it again to absorb the memories that were inside.

“It is outdated but this may be mmm.. make you understand that Pranata actually still thinks of you even though there is me.”

“Still.” I smiled and accepted the box. “I...” My eyes switch on the car we once rode in turn. Red sedan.

Dominic ran towards me as the car door opened.

“Pranata.” Hetty staggered backwards until hitting the body of the car. “Not possible.” He shook his head.

“She Kendranata, twin pranata.” I said.

Rebutt small hesitant steps cut the distance between Hetty and Kendranata. The man's body jolts at getting an unexpected hug from a woman he must know who.

“I.. kangen, Pra.”

I stared at Dominic in front of my eyes.

“How should we do now?”

“We go.” Dominic draped his arms around my neck, leaving Kendranata staring at us with a flat expression while the little Pranata ran over, calling someone she called papa and hugging her legs.

Kendranata froze in front of her ex-lover twin and niece.

“What will Kendra and Hetty do after meeting you today, Dom?” askaku when the car drove, followed the group Paijo et al to the edge of the city.

Dominic lowers the windshield while dumping the green box right in the roadside trash can.

“No need to save!”

I stared at the box for the last time before the car turned, leaving one last unsettling memory of the Pranata on top of a pile of rotting garbage.

“Iya.” I put my head on his arm. “Take me around Jogja, Dom. For the last time.”

“Of course.” He kissed my forehead and asked the driver to stop and told him to return to the hotel by renting a public transport.

All day we were outside the hotel, exploring the special corners of the city of Jogjakarta which is said to have its own magic to lure longing to return to this city, although actually the journey to be remembered and remembered in the head is not a matter of who you pass it with, but a combination of everything. The city, its panorama, the situation, the hospitality of its citizens and the final result of zero expectations with the first person who accompanies it is difficult to forget. But now visiting the same places with someone different who loves you more and swearing to make you his world is one of the best trips. Dominic-ku's.

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