Jogja, You & Memories
Sixth Temple

Old HP who used to write off pettt dear reader, the mood is badly destroyed today even though it has made half a chapter for the meeting of Rastanty and Pranata. Geez, kezel yes when you have made something carefully must disappear because of the conditions that suddenly occur. Pray for a much better writing trip. 💚

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Imagine how lazy I took Pranata to the boarding buildings that were like a garland nest. But the first meeting with the beloved will surely be impressed, good-natured, sweet and awkward and the attitude of indifference echoed in the head.

It was impossible for me to forget it even when my head was putting up a fight I was dizzy myself.

“All rooms have a name on each door, so while the empty ones are only number three, five and seven.” I said without looking at it.

I picked a spare key according to the number I mentioned before opening room number five.

“All rooms already have single size foam mattress and pillow, if you want to use bolsters buy yourself and all residents of the hostel can ration coffee one sachet per day, breakfast every morning and dinner!”

“Why is there no lunch?”sahut Pranata's.

“Costs per month four hundred thousand, includes electricity fee, free water every day and pay for garbage! If there's lunch my dad is broke!” I'm straddling the door frame. “Please look around first, complain after the deal is not my mother gubris let alone me!” judes. Continues because Pranata keeps looking at me without opening her lips. I added.

“There's free WiFi. But if late pay the cost plus twenty percent for the bill.”

Pranata looked at me as she walked into the room before looking around, she flickered the light switch repeatedly until it flickered, opened the closet, inspected its hinges, sniffed the pillow and opened the curtains.

His face flinched when he found a grave not far from the house and lush trees that jutted into the river.

”Other views?” he asked after flinching in front of me. I stared too close. I swallowed the saliva.

“Fear?” my pretext while inching. If I continue in this position, I'm not sure I can continue to act judes. Pranata's eyes are good, her hair is messy. His smile was simple, and his jaw looked solid.

Pranata pulled the corner of her lips, then frowned. “Not really, I just want to enjoy something nice.”

“Reason received, anyways who wants to see the grave early in the morning!”

I closed the door and took her to number three. Pranata I heard mention the names of the occupants of the room who are still on molor. Habits.

“This is VIP, there are rules of the game that must be obeyed by its residents!” I said as our eyes met under the lights of the room.

“Your voice changed.” the criticism then moved. I jerked. What is my voice wobbly?

Pranata open the plain brown curtains with white lines, the view of the garden that I take care of every morning and afternoon looks comfortable to look at rather than the grave. He pushed the window while putting up his support.

“What rules apply in this room?” He sat himself on the window sill looking at me.

I showed the next room. Pranata sniffing shoulders.

“Deal.” The man reached out his hand without thinking hard. “I'll take this room.”

I raised my hand. “Same by mom. My job is to clear!” I glanced from the room before my arms were smothered by Pranata's warm hands.

“Our deal, not with your mother Rastanty!” Pranata didn't take my hand off before my lips agreed. What the hell is he, know also not as easily touch-touch. I wanted to say that we were not muhrim, but the closer his hands and the distance between us, without thinking I chose to step on his feet.

“Don't be brash!” I said fiercely and then hit his chest with a female snare. “You what are you?” I yelled until I lured Mom and Dominic to come here. Pranata raised her hand while grinning.

“What's Rastanty? Why screams?” ask mom to panic. Even to the extent that the residents of the next boarding house participate with the smell of mattresses and bright lights.

“What's the boss? What's up?” he said he panicked after infiltrating and nudging Dominic and his mother.

“Why screams, Race. Pay a hundred thousand, fine screams!” Andex held out his hand.

Mom's staring. Asem, reveal my secret if all this time the noise and make extreme noise are fined.

“This is buk, Pranata want to be rude to me.” I said slowly.

“Really, Pre? Wow jjancuk kon, not happy I have a friend jerk gini.” timpal Dominic firmly while pushing Pranata's arm. “No need to spend here, shy me you!”

“Do not misunderstand first. I just held Rastanty's hand and wanted to say thank you for being allowed to use this room but on condition.”

“Terms?” Mom's staring. "What conditions do you make, Ras?”

I wanted to curse, but I had already counted how many negative words I said at once I was inner today. Finally I did not give any response, I just handed the key to Pranata with vigor.

“Welcome to this hostel!” I said as I passed.

I smiled in front of my parents' house right now with a fruitful rambutan tree. My heart was bruised with memories that cradled for a moment. I never thought the first meeting with her would be the beginning of all the madness that's going on in this house. Madness that makes me hard to sleep because of her sweet voice.

“Rastanty..” My mother rushed to open the gate. “Yes Allah, Nduk. You go home.” My mother kissed both of my cheeks and hugged me tightly with a massive longing that I had never felt before.

My mother pulled away and smiled. “You go home, Nduk.” My mother's hand caresses my cheek. Her teary eyes continued to scrutinize my face under the radiant sunlight of Jogja.

I nodded, my chest warmed. My heart rate that was like the roar of a mountain wind before actually being in my homeland slowly subsided as I watched my mother greet me selflessly.

“Rastanty home, Buk. Seriously.” I kissed the back of my mom's hand and kissed her cheeks like I left home two years ago.

My mother rubbed my words with a heart-wrenching cry while holding me inside the house. I should have expected this incident to happen where Pranata's memories are still clearly visible in this house even in my mother's heart. They interacted intensively and Pranata was indeed not an annoying figure like the beginning of our meeting with him. He is a rare human who keeps shaking my heart even when my feet come into this house.

“Your room and Pranata are still the same, Ras. Never mom and dad renovation.” my mom said after we sat in the chair. I was flabbergasted yet hid behind my old smile and it felt like I was a stranger in this place. Like Jogja, this house also underwent a more advanced and better renovation after I left. Eliminate some traces of Pranata even if not with our room.

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