Jogja, You & Memories
My Love, Life and Laugh

“Stacy... Stacy's... Where are you..” Marisa exclaims like a melodious chorus singer. But to me who was troubled after his presence at home. I was immediately worried.

Quibble.

My feet were off the room while the granny's voice quickly sounded in front of the room.

Marisa looked up at the doorway. His smile was bright and bright. ”Rastanty, where is my baby girls woghh... woghhh?”

“Streeting, Mam.” I said while pretending to hold Teja who happened to be squirming.

“Yeah, mama look for Stacy first before carrying mom's granddaughter number two. Great.”

Slamets... Slamets... I let out a sigh of relief as I followed him silently during the search for his fur boy who would never meet.

”Where is Stacy, Race? Where is he?” Marisa ruffled her waist while spreading her gaze to the usual places her beloved dog was hanging out and lying down.

I looked at the handsome Miranda, her whereabouts were not considered. The dog's howl did not bark as usual when welcoming Marisa home from the swish and showing off her favorite grandson through his honest talk of delay.

Miranda snorted with dimming eyes and slouching on the floor.

I looked at the father who was petting Teja not far from the cage of his pet finch after taking it from my sling.

“Stacy to where, Race?” I looked at me full of search.

How I got hit. Oh, Domi's. Go home from your office right now, explain to the real owner of Stacy that his dog is leaping to Surabaya. And the only description I can say is, ”Stacy went with Dev and Morgan, Ma.”

“Who are they, Race? Why doesn't Miranda come?” ask Marisa curious.

The same tortured Miranda as me twisted her body, turning her back to Marisa.

I grin. I'm tormented. My throat's choked. How about this when I and the kids just received souvenirs from Michigan with a lot. But yes, yes, just say, let those who think about how the end of the fate of Stacy.

I smiled clumsily as I linked my index finger behind my body.

“Our neighbor, Ma. Stacy met Dev at his home before Teja was born, now they are plesiran to Surabaya with Morgan whose house is number 15A. Our neighbor.”

Marisa was staring at her granddaughter with a twitch that made her face grow older.

“Text? Name of grandson mama Teja?” the question was convincing while looking at me seriously. “Tempo, what is it, Teja?”

I grimaced wide and was lulled in amused taste. Must be Marisa's process, definitely. “Tempo means dusk can also be a rainbow, mam. Dominic and I love twilight.”

“OH MY GOODNESS.” Marisa staggered back with her hand stuck to her forehead. “Budiman and Teja? Why not Alejandro, George, or David? Why Teja and Budiman.”

Marisa shook her head and so dramatized her chattering of names of her grandchildren. His heel hit the edge of the pool until it fell into the pool.

Prambudi gaped, instead of panicking about the situation that happened to his wife. He broke down without fearing Teja who was still in his arms.

I reached Marisa's hand from the poolside while hearing her father tell her a story.

“Temp she, Ras.” The rarity of being. “The time Dominic was born was also so he wanted, his son's nickname must be international. Father's name is only Prambudi he does not want... But since mama-in-law exists, my name must exist.”

Marisa is on the verge of approaching her husband with a summer dress attached to her body.

Wet, he looked at Teja who opened his eyes. She rubbed her hair while rubbing her face.

“One month mama pesiran and you guys decide the name alone?”

“Grandmother knows.”

”Yes, Pasty Dwayne! Tropical weather seems to be changing the way he thinks.”

”What's mam?” Dominic kissed my cheek while kissing his mother's cheek in astonishment. ”Keren by her swimming costume, mam, tumben irit laundry—”

“Dominicccxxx Marisa taps her ears until her son's body is leaning to the side. “You must bring home Stacy the fiercest mama's son. My mom doesn't want to know any reason. Mama wants Stacy to come home and stay in this house.”

Dominic rubbed his sore and red ears. He snorted as he hugged me from behind to vent his sadness.

“Sick, Race. Blow my ear dong.” Dominic pretended to sob while dunking his face in my hair. “Mama kdrt and prefer Stacy than me!”

“Mama didn't kdrt, you were the original throw Stacy. Why didn't Miranda drive you out of the house?”

Miranda barked loudly and long. He roared and then rolled his body on the floor with the nelangsa.

Dominic held my waist while resting his chin on my head.

“Stacy left home of her own accord, mom. I was calm, ntar mama often stopped by the house 15A. Ask Stacy about them. Males really if I have to follow Stacy to Surabaya.” Dominic grunting. My memory immediately stopped by his jealousy that exploded the prestige yesterday.

I grinned. “That's got a really cute male Labrador, mom. His name is Morgan.” I added intentionally.

“Rastanty!!” Mama ruffled her waist, her eyes looking annoyed. “You speak to another man in front of my son?”

I agree with a nod. “Soalya mas Dominic jealous with him, heu..”.

“Oh my goodness... So you dumped Stacy just to reduce your jealousy, Dom?”

“Yap.”

“Get out!!!” Marisa pointed at the door of the house with her eyes glaring. ”Find Stacy, or you buy your own home away from Morgan's house!” reproof mama.

Dominic took Teja from his sling. The two men faced each other with smiles that I found difficult to understand.

“All will be fine, right, sir?" ask Dominic.

He nodded while patting his shoulder. “It's time you had your own life outside this house, Dom. You see, father and mother should galvanize Reno and Michelle. Go, seek your own happiness and freedom in the household.”

”Our drugged, Ras.” Dominic sighed while closing his eyes. A disappointed secuil plastered on his face before replaced with a satisfied decak attitude. ”But I'm really happy, finally rek, we're free, Ras... Free.”

Dominic kissed my cheek, then his mother and grandmother. He smiled happily, one hand holding Teja safely, one hand clutching my shoulder. Dominic looked at his family one by one while putting on a relaxed and satisfied face under the scorching sun at the end of the afternoon.

The atmosphere became silent while I looked at Marisa and Prambudi to dig into the seriousness of their speech.

Father nodded faintly. “We believe you can build your relationship without our intervention.” I heard there was a sad tone and look from my father. But there were no tears or excessive disappointment even regrets from them as if this had been carefully calculated.

Dominic looked at me, looked at me. “You live in a new home?”

“We have a match and some things that are in rhythm. Then why not? New home, new atmosphere, new hope, and special love?” I smile.

Dominic looked down and kissed me affectionately. Joy emanated from the look in his eyes. He triumphed over an infinite determination to reach me into his perfect life and I truly benefited from his patient love.

Dominic smiled warmly at me, then grimaced widely as Budiman joined in and pushed his knees away from me.

“Papi, no.” exclaimed while still pushing Dominic who deliberately flinching.

I lifted her body while kissing her puffed cheeks. “I love you, but papi is my life.”

Budiman rested his head on my shoulder like his tired-fighting father. Dominic and I gave a smile and a goodbye to start a life of more life and happiness that was so intimate and full of challenges in a new home that was much simpler and there were only the four of us and Marinda refused to live with Marisa again.

...EXPIRE...

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