Jogja, You & Memories
The Eighth Temple

Good morning in Jakarta. A cup of black coffee and the heavy rain in the morning kept me silent at the door of Pranata's room. Observing with his name that I sewed immediately with a colorful hydroponic flannel after he even lived a week on the same roof with us residents of Pak Budi boarding houses with a warm atmosphere full words of wisdom and the meaning of eternal students who want to immediately win toga graduation.

I took the time to smile at the hostess who had just come out of the room and looked at me with a thoughtful look.

“Mbak who?”

“His girlfriend Pranata.” I showed the room in front of me.

“Oh, Sister Rastanty. How healthy?”

“Abviously I'm a jerky!” I was half annoyed even though I was actually curious what gossip was scattered in the house after I left.

“Walah Mbak is still sadistic, but by the way Mbak Rastanty is famous you know in these boarding houses. It's better than mommy!” with a grim face.

I cursed in my heart. I am more fierce than my own mother, the hostess who thinks all the hostesses are her sons while I am the only daughter who can count on household cleaning. Once I was mopping the floor while using a cell phone. Kicking a song that adds zest makes me unconscious a Pranata stepped sinlessly with her shoes covered in mud.

I screamed, nagged at her with a weary spate of my soul becoming the assistant to the hostesses until I threw the floor mop in annoyance. While he casually aggravated the wet floor by jumping his feet to and fro.

My knees were limp, I looked at the footprints of his shoes that led to his room that started to make radio noises. What do you want Pranata for, what do you want?

“Udah is not in the same salary of mothers, persecuted continue the same rowdy children of mothers. Delicious really so bring kost!” langku.

The five senior residents who knew the unwritten rule looked at each other from the very end of the room. Obviously they've been obedient if it's time I mop and clean up. Just this one made my nerves tense.

“Do not know your rules, Ras. Okay, mop again. Or would you like to help?” freshmen from Betawi.

“Not necessary!” Pranata came out of the room without wearing clothes while bending over, took the mop handle and looked at me with a flat expression. “Come out there. Let me clean up!”

“Emoh.” I shook my head, “Later you told my mother I made the rules for kayaking yesterday.” I took the mop off his hand.

The groom pulled to the two corners of his lips. “Good dong, the hostess is king and you are his lady.”

Five people in the room at the very end were blown to the point of making my chest boil.

“Gabung here, Pre. His son is rawrrrrr from birth.” shouted one of them.

“Rawrrrr, mistress.” I stuffed the mop cloth in the black bucket then squeezed it with emotion. While Pranata remained silent on the spot while looking at me with her indifference. I looked at him angrily, “What are you doing?”

“See my day clean-up!”

Ohohoho, this brash fellow is right but I have to finish this clean-up, I move the mop from the first trail of Pranata shoes while hardening my heart. One more hour I have to go to college, where it's raining outside again. This trial really does not end.

“Review if you move a little before this floor is dry!” threatened me in front of his face. Pranata nodded silently while supporting my weight as I slipped suddenly. The water from the bucket spilled onto the floor, my work was not finished. I was sad in front of his eyes.

Pranata smile. “Please mark this fierce chick, be more careful ya.” His face filled my face.

“This is all because you know!” frustrated uncover. I straightened my body and left haughtily. Half an hour later, I stared at the clean floor of the hostel and Pranata sat in the parking lot with a sweat and water bath.

I looked down and smiled at this time, his face was cradling my dream last night, short but slow last night mom said the weather in Jogja was entering a half-sniff season. Temporarily raining, intermittently hot to make many people carefree « longs for affection»

Why like this?

I sipped my coffee as Dominic just walked out of his room, his smile breaking when he found his eyes on me.

“Again, Rasta.”

His name that I assembled with hydroponic flannel remains on the door of his boarding room, inexplicably the father and mother did not take it off.

“Again, Dominic.”

“Jam six.”

“Keep from six o'clock you're just here?” ask her with her raised eyebrows.

“Gaklah, I've wiped the same page wash dishes earlier.”

Dominic yawns and his gaze is on his best friend's door. “Kangen me, Pra.” murmured.

I hugged my knees and then leaned my head on my knees. My eyes caught Dominic's whole face wrinkled and ripe. Her nose was sharp and her hair was a little blond.

“Not tired of you like this keep going, Dom?”

“You mean?” Dominic hugged his knees and leaned his head against his knees, he looked at me. “How's the Cape, Ras?”

“That's true, our friendship and you don't want to find your own happiness then? Find a wife or job like your dreams?”

Dominic ruffled my hair in a fit of anxiety with a small smile, his eyes not radiating disappointment at my question that might have hurt him.

“Tumben equal attention my future, Race. Why anyhow? Does it have anything to do with your hug yesterday?”

“Because you also care about my future.” I said sincerely.

Dominic straightened his legs after leaning against the wall. Again his eyes looked at the Pranata room. There was pain he showed for her.

“I can get it quickly, Race. I'm handsome, rich, and humble.” complimented him with a made-up expression.

“Now that is still in the worrying stage you know, when do you want to like this? Your mother and father wanted a grandson.”

“Who said?” sahutku expressive.

“Culture!”

I smiled and looked at the Pranata's room.

“I'm trying to make peace with my memories, Dom.”

“You cry on my shoulder?” bargain Dominic.

I pushed him until his body tilted. “I've been satisfied crying on your shoulders, after all shower first sono. We are doing this.”

Dominic. “Your book does not exist yet?”

”Shirt?” I cringe.

“You think the condition of wearing your rotten shoes is the same as jeans? Think Rasta, Think.” Dominic stabbed my temples with his index finger.

I patted the jidat. Stupidly, I forgot I had to wear nice clothes while my costume was a backpacker costume.

“OK, I want to go to the market find kebaya. ” I said as I moved.

“I inter allege the days of the fasting month.” He snorted, “Gak helpin search for groceries, can not ration iftar as sahur. Now who looks like a company, Ras?” dominic's lips while embracing my shoulder.

I smiled amusedly while pinching his back.

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