Dum Spiro, Spero
Calm Down, Baby, She's Just a Kid
“Bi,”
“What?!” Blue barking. The look of the flame was like containing embers that were ready to burn Baskara that second as well.
If what Baskara was going to say was about him not being able to scold Lintang, then Blue vowed to pack up his belongings and immediately went to find a new contract that was far from the reach of the caterpillar.
But, no, Baskara did not. Instead of debating himself and looking obvious was siding with Lintang, the man actually pulled his body, clutched it—tak too tightly, but the warmth was able to make Sabiru slowly forget his frustration.
“Wrong cross.” I'm Baskara. That was the first time Blue heard Baskara dare to say that Lintang was indeed guilty. Although on many occasions they both knew that Lintang was guilty, Baskara never admitted it. The man just kept asking her for understanding, asking her to budge and cultivate more patience.
“No one can justify the action of the latitude that is already sassy through the fence of our house. Judging from any point of view, he was indeed guilty.” Baskara let go of her embrace, only so that she could stare fixedly at Sabiru. “But, honey, as adults, we should also know that anger can never make children understand that they are wrong.”
“She’s already in her 20s, Baskara, she's not a kid anymore.”
“But from our point of view, he is still a child.” Baskara's calm tone also makes Blue reluctant if you have to scream again. The shady highlight that emanated from the man's net even more made him have no power to argue with the hot way as usual. “We’re adult, and she’s just a kid.”
“As older adults to sort out the good and the bad, we also need to know how to convey that to children. Making sure he was in front of his face like that earlier, especially someone other than you, would only make him mentally shaken. Wrong, instead of contemplating what he has done, he will instead be the same lo, continue to be more unwilling to listen to your words. It could be, he will be more rebellious, more writhing lo as enemy which will only make your relationship worse.”
“But he salted, Bas.” Blue sounds like it's whining.
Baskara nodded in understanding, “Gue knew she was a big nyebelin. But the harder you are, the more powerful his attitude will feel for you. You know why I've always been gentle with him, telling him in a subtle way even though I know that he's obviously wrong?”
Although it seemed like Blue knew what the answer was, he preferred to shake his head.
“Because just that way, I can handle him. Just by being an adult figure who speaks softly and does not use high tones at all, I can make Lintang nurut. That typical kid who can't be violent in any form, Bi. Because the harder we are, the rebel side inside him will also be stronger he appearedin.” Baskara took a pause long enough, letting Sabiru digest her speech well so as not to cause misinterpretation.
The Blue breath was considered by Baskara as a sign that the woman had finished digesting her speech. Then at that moment, Baskara hugged him again.
“Learn patiently, yes, dear. Counting as an exercise if later we have children, and happens to be quite active child kayak Lintang.” Her speech. A few seconds later, he laughed at his silly thoughts. The kid? He wasn't even sure when they would have it. I don't know, I don't know.
“Amit-amit me if you have to have a child like Lintang.” Replying to Baskara's embrace, Sabiru hummed slowly. “But, yes, I will try to be more patient with that one death boy.”
Baskara chuckled again, this time because Sabiru had given another nickname to Lintang. “Yesterday caterpillar, now boy of death, tomorrow what else?” ask her with the remains of laughter.
“No idea, look around.” Blue gives the original answer, immediately makes Baskara explode laughter louder.
Unlike Lintang who had to make peace with the feeling of discomfort, the scorching afternoon Baskara and Sabiru was instead surrounded by a feeling of comfort. This is how they should communicate. Ways that if they apply in the past, may be able to prevent many bad things from happening.
Taking a shower and changing clothes, Baskara had only had time to check his phone which since last night he had not touched at all. There are many notifications coming in, one of which makes his smile expands—notification that his monthly salary has just been transferred. However, the smile did not last long because even the 30 messages that Latitude sent managed to make its focus seized.
Baskara did not have time to read one by one, so she chose to read only the last message the girl sent. It was delivered this afternoon, just after Sabiru dragged him into the house.
Just like that, Baskara also felt the nelangsa. Liking someone with passionate feelings often makes us unable to refrain from doing actions that are sometimes beyond reason. And as a former person who was so obsessed with his own feelings, Baskara understood that what Lintang was doing was in fact completely unintended to interfere. The child is just trying to channel the great shakes in his chest, satisfying his inner self over the need to feel accepted.
The last message that Lintang sent was over for hours, but Baskara kept typing a reply so that the wounds suffered by Lintang did not get deeper.
After sending a message that ended in tick one, Baskara came out of his room. He passed Sabiru who came from the kitchen, carrying a jar of potato chips in the deck, to be taken to the living room.
“Where to?” ask Sabiru.
“Ke front.” Answer Baskara.
“Ngapain?” they chatted while walking in tandem.
“Taken by the Latitude stay in the front desk.”
Hearing that, Blue's footsteps came to a halt. Even with his intention to devour a piece of potato chips that he had been comot from inside the jar.
“Lintang lives there because it was purchased for us, so may I take?” Baskara asked for approval. He just didn't want to start a scene.
But the answer that Blue gave instead made Baskara glued to where he stood. While handing her the jar, the woman said, “Let me take it.” Then walk quickly to the terrace.
Not long ago, Blue has returned to carry a fairly large paper bag. They then sat next to each other on the living room sofa to see what was inside.
At first glance, when they open it, all it looks like is a pile of various types of food, from salty to sweet. But when Blue began to take out the food one by one, he found two pieces of sweatshirt that were still wrapped in plastic. The two jerseys are black and white, and by looking at the tag alone, Blue knows that the two shirts are different sizes.
While Blue was glued, Baskara stumbled at a smile. He then grabbed a black shirt, immediately claiming to be his. “See? She’s just a kid, Sabiru. Even he always ngeyel every time you say, he still remembers to buy something for you, not immediately just buy for me aja.” While talking so, he pointed at the white shirt that was still Blue to hold.
Blue lazily admitted it, but for this time, she really had to lower her head, appreciating the sweet side of Latitude hidden behind her annoying demeanor.
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