Jogja, You & Memories
On Request

Dominic gets out of the car while stretching his muscles while opening the driver's side door to take Grandma down. He took his grandmother to move to a wheelchair that had been prepared by Mr. Tedy.

The driver, me and Dominic, apparently stopped taking Irish to the airport because he chose to return with the others. I obviously regretted the delay in returning home, but what could protest? I'm being required to be an angel next to the sweet, smiley, cheerful Dominic and actually the crazy idea Dominic gave me doesn't need to be serious about.

I got out of the car while holding on to it because I was tired. Morning had not even gone to noon but I was lazy to move in the apple orchard which was showered with sunlight and green fruits and some there were bursts of red hanging seemed tempting to be in crib. But the coolness of this place and the feeling of being unbecoming is just as great. I want to rest.

I follow Dominic pushing Grandma's wheelchair over the gravelly asphalt toward the entrance reservation building.

“Possibly grandma didn't go down to the garden, Ras. The map is steep.” Dominic said as he turned for a while, his left hand wiped my sweat with a smile.

”Can I temenin, I happen to be males again. I'm still tired.”

“No Rastanty, you go to the garden, I'm accompanied by my man who does not like heat.” timpal Grandma. My eyes immediately found mothers wearing wide beach hats and sunglasses and masks. He was fluttering under the canopy where the iron had rusted.

“It just so happens to be grandma, we're the same, I'm not hot. My face is often charred and mottled.” I glanced at Dominic who was taking a glance at me after my sentence was finished.

“Easy, you just care with Marisa after from here. You ask Dominic for money, don't be ashamed, grandma has given him a pretty big money.” Grandma smiled widely.

I laughed straight away. Gawat Rastanty, this granny is no joke. He would comfort me and charge me a temporary great-grandchild every day whenever I took my pants down, I wish there were no red spots.

Dominic handed his grandmother over to his aunt who immediately took her to the terrace of the low roof building.

Dominic put his fingers in my right fingers. “You rent an umbrella?”

The corner of my lips was raised next to me. “Since when have I been afraid of the sun? I'm just missing a walk, I'm tired!”

Dominic's smile is like an umbrella that adds shade to the atmosphere but he still rented an umbrella and five plastic carpets that were brought by employees of the apple orchard with the exception of an umbrella.

Dominic paddled me as he walked down the hill to hundreds of shady apple trees without a word.

“Mas, mat one, another deliver to pack Budi.” Dominic said suddenly.

“Oh..

Under the apple tree manalagi, one mat pictorial cartoon children in the title.

Dominic clenched an umbrella and hung his cages on a tree branch while sitting in front of me who was leaning on a tree branch after picking up an apple and cleaning it.

“You heard no bird tweets, Ras?”

I shrugged my shoulders while biting the apple in my hand.

“Sounds close, but doesn't know where. Similar us.” Dominic said as he grabbed the apple in my hand. She bit him and tilted her head.

“We are close, but your mind is not here. It might look like that bird!” Dominic grinning.

“Omong empty.” I threw my gaze at the sky of Batu city through the sidelines of the apple tree branches. Layers covered the sky. The cool air here also remembers me how one day Dominic and I spent time in camping ground in Andong Mountain.

Dominic stood up, grabbing a few apples that he kept collecting in front of me like arranging billiard balls.

“This is the apple we have bitten, these are the girls around me.” Dominic pointed at my apple and the apple bunch.

“Those who approach are curious, what is interesting to why this is chosen. Why is it not he who first knew and developed together. Such interest is sometimes dangerous, but can still be overcome if the apple we choose is the best.”

“You want to talk about apples, what's wrong with me? Who los ajalah, kayak talk to schoolboy employees.” sahutku while folding both hands.

“Why? She has a crush on you since SD? Love monkey?” my guess immediately made Dominic put his lips together.

Even so, he then smiled loosely.

I cleaned my apple and bit it again. “Maybe in the morning you meet if there is no appointment first! Behind me, don't you talk? Very good especially at the beginning I started to understand you!” pujiku while smiling mangkel.

Dominic gave a small nod, acknowledging the fact while giving a whimper of guilt.

“I'll tell you when you're done talking, Ras. It's not some big secret. That's why I recorded my conversation with Irish. You know your reaction exploded like Mount Semeru. Sorry.” He sighed and was about to caress my cheek.

I turned my face, saw the activity of the Caucasians picking apples with bamboo baskets and my eyes were fixed on Irish, a woman of Dominic's age who wore casual clothes and a baseball cap.

“Keep what's your decision?” males.

“No decision, Race! What I decided for. I obviously picked you!” sahut Dominic firmly. “We're just talking about childhood things that happened and our lives now. Uda... No physical touch, I can give you proof by asking for hotel.” cctv footage

“From your behavior and the gestures he does, he likes you. Bener?”

“Love monkey!” Dominic said weak.

I took a breath while closing my eyes. My face now must be like a hallway of hostels that have not been swept, a yard full of leaves scattered and garbage piled up.

I was silent for a long time before I said. “I don't like you hiding that, say a cake wants to meet Irish. Let's talk monkey love, chimpanzee love, what gorilla love is, whatever. I'm not the warden who rules your life, but you say first let my mind not go awry, Dom. Not good so I!” I'm basing.

On request, Dominic assented with a nod of the head. Not one bit he talked about Irish in the next seconds. The man only occasionally smiled at me as he chewed on the apple he picked.

“You're really afraid of losing me, Ras?” once again he questioned that after last night he asked before going to bed.

I threw the apple seeds into the grass while sighing.

“To prove love doesn't have to say I love you every day right, Dom? To be afraid of losing, we also do not have to go without news. We are not Junior High children who need to emphasize sentences to prove that love exists or to ask questions that are dubious.”

“Cieileh... Horrified also bojoku if already love.”

“Lumrah,” I stick my tongue out lazily, ”and you should know, once you make Irish comfortable he comes to mind. Far away. Than I ngadu mama and grandma you guys just met.”

Dominic can't seem to smile. “Oh start to chat now, start possessive?”

“I told you last night that I would be selfish.” My lips pursed.

Dominic turned his face while smiling amusedly. “I understand now, each of us is starting to balance in love. You who began to manage your sorrows became an explosive attitude towards me. Doesn't matter. I will never raise my hand to face you. Flowing, Race. Not trying to think twice to spray me because of your fear, our heads are sometimes crossed and the dynamic is necessary.”

That instant also the distance between us broke. The apples rolled to the side. I hugged his neck with the satisfied smile Dominic gave me.

“I know you can already lose me, Ras. I'm yours.” She's proud.

“That's right, Dom. You're mine.” connect me. But some abstract feelings still lingered in my mind.

“Keep if there is a love monkey, our love is love which kind of monkey, Dom?”

Dominic nodded as he shrugged his shoulders. And when the suspicions slowly faded, I could dig better. The arrival of the Irish raised my printed feelings to be more visible and real.

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