Dum Spiro, Spero
The Wasted Wait

From morning until the sun has reigned high, Lintang is still at home sitting alone on the porch of the rented house that his favorite Mas Abi lives in. On the mother's table beside her, there is a paper bag containing souvenirs that she brought all the way from Bandung, the result of her vacation trip with Father and Mother for six days.

Yesterday, as soon as he arrived in Jogja, Lintang went to this rented house, he said, intending to hand over the souvenirs he brought to Mas Abi, the idol of the heart and let go of longing because he had not met the handsome man for a long time.

People say that love sometimes makes simple things too much. So for Lintang, six days without meeting it feels like a thousand years. However, his thoughts were dashed when he found the rented house empty. The not-so-high fence seemed to be padlocked from the outside, the porch lights were not turned on which meant the man had been away for quite a long time before he came to visit.

Yesterday, Lintang came home empty-hearted. As for what he brought for the idol was forced to be transported back home, he put it on the side of the bed while he looked at it all night.

Then this morning, with great enthusiasm, also the hope that his beloved Mas Abi has returned, Lintang comes again. Only to be made to wait until broad noon and still do not know also when the prospective girlfriend will return. He also had the effort to get to the porch. Like a thief, he climbed over the fence and almost fell down because of the wrong foot.

“WhatsApp I even ndak read at all Mas Abi.” Lintang stared at the screen of his phone with a spotlight of the nelangsa. Not just one, he left a total of 29 messages for Mas Abi and ended up none of those messages being read. I don't know what happened, either busy what Mas Abi so did not have time to reply to the message. Usually, the guy is always fast. No matter if the message came late at night, Mas Abi would always be quick to reply. Or even if he could not immediately reply that very second, Mas Abi would reply as soon as the man had the time, as well as with an apology for having been long enough to ignore.

Back Latitude look at the paper bag on the table, then just like that, he was getting more naughty. He had the effort to buy that gift. Instead of inconveniencing her mother as usual, she was willing to go down directly to buy everything herself. Take a hot ride on the motorbike around the city of Bandung to find the best gift shop so that what he buys does not disappoint. For Lintang, whatever it is, if it is to be given to Mas Abi, then the quality must obviously be number one.

“Do I come back later tonight?” his monologue. And he ended up realizing the idea because after he thought about it, Mas Abi might not be going home anytime soon. He has also been there all day, Father and Mother will certainly taint if they arrive home first, knowing he was not home yet when he had left since the sun was still poking shy.

Lintang was already grasping the paper bag rope, ready to swing the step of leaving the empty Mas Abi rented house, when the sound of a motorbike roar that he very memorized. His distinctive voice made Lintang sure he did not misidentify.

And sure enough, shortly after he ran towards the gate, Mas Abi's motor along with the owner appeared from the end of the road. The matic motorbike, named Vero, then drove closer, stopping in front of the gate and one passenger got off the back seat.

Lintang could already see the sharp glare from Anindia when the woman pulled out the lock key to open the gate. And the dislike grew even more pronounced as Anindia walked quickly towards him, leaving Mas Abi and his beloved motorcycle out of the fence there.

“Ngapain lo here? And how do you get in?” the woman with fierce eyes.

“Udah knows the fence is padlocked, yes it means the person does not exist. Why the hell are you getting more desperate to be a person?” Sabiru. Flaming red horns had slowly appeared on both sides of his head, ready to be used to stab Lintang for the centile girl to stop being too late.

“Anin,” upon arrival on the terrace and finished parking Vero, Baskara intends to break up.

“Don't forget him!” Baskara did not escape the anger of Sabiru for trying to stop his chattering. “Lo always belain him, so he became outrageous and do not know manners!”

Just like that, Baskara is silent. Defending too much latitude would only make Sabiru even more explosive. He also knows, Sabiru like this is not because of jealousy, but because according to the woman, Lintang attitude has indeed gone too far.

“Lintang just want anterin these souvenirs for Mas Abi.” Usually, when Sabiru goes berserk, Lintang will respond with annoying babble that increasingly makes the woman's anger become so. But this afternoon, Lintang did not dare to do it. Because he knew he was guilty. However, breaking into someone else's property is an inappropriate crime.

“Ngot need. Take it home again.” Without further ado, Blue pulls Baskara's arm, keeping her lover out of Latitude's reach. “And one more, never dare you sassy like gini, or I might actually slap your smooth cheeks until there are traces of my palm that will not disappear for days.” It was the last warning, before Blue opened the door of the house in a rude gesture, pushing Baskara's body to enter first before he entered and closed the door by slamming it hard.

Instead of chasing and insisting on the head as it has been, the latitude of the afternoon can only resign. Maybe also because he was too tired to wait, plus the absence of defense that Mas Abi gave as the previous days.

With a weak movement, Lintang walked back to the terrace of the house, only to put the paper bag that he had brought all the way to the table. Leaving him there even though he was not sure if it would still be accepted by the idol.

While trying to hold back the tears as his feelings were once again being slashed in a cruel manner, Linang walked unsteadily away from the rented house. Then a few seconds before her tears fell, the girl whose hair was being braided typed in a message sent to Mas Abi. Messages that add to the list of previous messages that until that second, are still unread.

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