Dum Spiro, Spero
New Life

Fourth year of escape, Jogjakarta.

The crowds in Malioboro and its surroundings have not become something foreign to Blue and Baskara. This is their fourth year of escape. After going through many dramas and continuing to avoid pursuing Jeffrey during the first to third year, the city became their next stop.

Almost every night, they will come here, looking for a comfortable spot to enjoy the strains of songs played by street musicians. In this place they take off the fatigue that is confined all day, for a moment to strip off the false identity they carry in order to survive.

Exactly two years ago, while they were still living together in Bali, Baskara decided to change their identity to make it harder for Jeffrey to trace their whereabouts. Capitalizing on a connection with an acquaintance who is skilled in providing false identities, Baskara drained a lot of savings in order to get a new life for himself and Sabiru.

Abhimanyu and Anindia. Instead of lovers, they became siblings who wandered out of town after their parents were gone. Two years of using that identity, it proved effective because Jeffrey had rarely shown any signs that the man had started in their town of retirement.

Baskara took a deep breath, then again circulated the view in all corners of Malioboro which is always magnificent every night.

Jogjakarta is beautiful, it has a charm that cannot be found in other cities. But for Baskara who is trying to treat his wound to heal quickly, all the beauty that is there is like the wind. He looked, but not quite able to make Baskara healed.

“Mas Abi!”

Baskara turned her head when the clear voice of a woman called out. A fake smile then he was sad when his eyes found the figure of a curly-haired girl on her back waving at him. Her name is Kumala Lintang, daughter of the owner of the rented house where she and Sabiru lived for seven months. The latitude approached him. The crowd was breached, filled with an excited spirit.

“Mas Abi equals who?” ask the girl again when she gets in front of Baskara.

“Mbak Anin, but he's back to the toilet now.” Answer Baskara. His hands stretched out, fixing the latitude bangs that were morat-marit covered the eyes.

Treated so, Latitude was just a smile of his own. His feelings for the man he called Abi had grown bigger by the day. He was sure, Abi actually knew, only that the man remained cool so as not to make their friendship awkward.

“Who are you here with? Cah ayu kok wander in crowded places these nights.”

Cah ayu's. The magic word that instantly made the cheeks of Latitude red blush. His smile was no longer shy. She clearly showed the semi-gondrong-haired man before her.

“Self. After getting bored at home, the same father Mother also no longer at home.”

“Same Father Mom to where?” ask Baskara. The wind that blows is quite cold, and like the attitude of a gentleman, Baskara does not need to think long to take off his leather jacket and attach it to both shoulders of the open Latitude. The girl was wearing a floral-pattern dress with a striking yellow color, only a piece of rope draped over her shoulder, making the smooth shoulder freely exposed.

Lintang received the jacket with pleasure. Quietly began to sniff the fragrance of Mas Abi's proud perfume deeply, storing it nicely in memory.

“At home Bude Sartini, Mbak Dyah will marry tomorrow after tomorrow.” The answer was late Lintang give for a few seconds because he was too engrossed in smelling Baskara jacket.

“Oh yes?”

Lintang nodded, “Lintang should also be there, but lazy, because there is Mas Bagas. Mas Abi know, right, if the latitude is very anti-human that one?” he complained, about Bagas Adiwijaya, a male—which he said—near descendants who did not hesitate to pursue his love since he was still in high school until now have studied economics semester 5.

“You've heard the term, ‘hate so love’ no?”

“Continue to Mas Abi, Latitude can not be too anti the same Mas Bagas, because later it could be love, so?”

Baskara nodded as she chuckled softly. “Exactly.”

“Ihhh... amit-amit!” The latitude looks antipathy. “Don't arrive, deh. Mas Abi don't know, Mas Nice it's a bad freak!”

Seeing the expression of Latitude that seemed to have seen the appearance, Baskara also chuckled. To him, the presence of this Latitude was quite comforting. All his behavior that is still like a boy not infrequently makes Baskara able to laugh freely, momentarily forgetting the problem he was hitting alone.

“Mas Abi,”

“Hmm?”

“What if Mas Abi helpin Lintang let Mas Bagas ndak disruptin Lintang again?”

“How to help?” tanyakanya.

“So Latang's girlfriend. If Mas Bagas knew Lintang already had a boyfriend, he seems he would not dare to come near again, deh.” Pinta Latitude.

Baskara knew the request came from the heart, but she decided to take it as a joke and chuckled back.

“Kok Mas Abi even laugh, anyway?! Serious latitude, know!” Knit the girl.

Baskara's laughter subsided, replaced by a sweet smile that was able to make the heart of Latitude dag-dig-dug no desire in the chest there.

“Mas Abi may not be your macarin, dear.” Soft talk.

“Ya why? Why is it impossible?” The latitude demands an explanation.

“Because you already considered Mas Abi like his own sister. Her younger sister Mas Abi is Anin.” His big hand then lifted, landing on the head of the middle Lintang frowned. “There must be another way to make Mas Bagas it does not bother you anymore, really. No need to pretend to date with Mas Abi.” Reciprocity.

Lintang sighed resignedly. This is not the first time that the dating experiment she offered Abi was rejected. The total had been six times, but he still did not intend to stop. Tomorrow, he'll try again. Keep trying until Abi wants to accept his love mound as big as Mount Fuji.

“Udah night, we have to go home.” Know-how, Sabiru appeared—entah from where. His judes face made Lintang sigh in a different way. Unlike her brother, the friendly Abhimanyu, the Anindia always looks judes and unfriendly. Naturally, Lintang who was basically raised in a friendly environment could not get used to Anindia's judes attitude.

“Before, I still chat with Lintang.” Baskara pulled his hand from the head of the Latitude. A highlight of Blue's eyes showing that dislike is an important indicator that she should withdraw immediately.

“Lo tomorrow should work.” Blue doesn't want to know. Pulling Baskara's arm away, then did not forget also he took Baskara's jacket draped on Lintang's shoulder. “This package is also time to wash.”

Lintang increasingly scowled when the scent of perfume attached to the man's jacket was no longer able to end at will. Indeed, yes, Anindia is so evil!

“If so, we go home with Latitude. Pity her alone.” Baskara.

However, Blue immediately gave a rejection. “She can come here by herself, so go home by herself.” Keto.

“Anin,”

“Rome, Abhimanyu. Don't make me go berserk here.” Blue said with great emphasis.

Not wanting to cause a commotion, Baskara finally relented. With a heavy heart, he had to leave Lintang alone.

“Mas Abi same Mbak Anin go home first, yes, cah ayu. You also do not wander for long, if you can go straight home aja.” Baskara said as she smiled a smile full of apologies.

“Iya, Lintang also want to go home kok.” Latitude grumbling. Though being engrossed, why should Anindia come to disturb?

“Yes, be careful when you go home. Till home news Mas Abi.”

Beaver latitude only. Then he could only resignedly see Abi being dragged forcibly by Anindia leaving the last position they were in.

“The sister who has no manners at all brother. If their faces don't look alike, I won't believe they're sister.” Latitude grouse, then he walked away from the crowd with jerking steps.

Seriate

Absent the dulauuu that misses Baskara!!!

Nih, nongol nih nih his son!