Dum Spiro, Spero
Celebrating Love in a Simple Way
“Euaaaghhhh Baskara stretched his stiff muscles. Three covers pursued deadline finally finished also done when the time has shown at 9 pm. Sabiru who he said wanted to accompany him overtime actually fell asleep at the table of one of the employees, very soundly while hugging his leather jacket which the other day he snatched from the hands of Lintang.
“Gemes really bini I.” Baskara murmured from where she sat. Blue's plain face that was plastered several meters in front of him was similar to dopamine which immediately restored his depleted energy. It was fortunate that he had that girl by his side.
The hour hand that continues to move causes a sound that is heard alternately with Baskara's own heartbeat. For a few moments, what the man did was just silence in his chair, chin-backed enjoying the beautiful face of his lover who he was excited to be his life friend until old age.
“My love, my love, my love. Thanks, yeah, it's been going this far. Thank you for willing to release many things to equate humans with mental health that is destroyed this melting. I promise, I'll heal faster, so I can take you to a better life.” He said it in a low voice. And you need to know, he would never say it directly to Blue when the girl was conscious.
Not because of prestige. Nor was it because he was too embarrassed to express what he was feeling. He just could never say those words that had reached the end of his tongue, because he was about to open his mouth, Blue's clear eyes that were shining in shade would instantly make his chest rumble. If so, he won't wiggle. And continuing the intention of saying such a sentence just now would only make him drown in tears.
When the long hand on the wall clock pointed to the number five, Baskara got up from his seat. Soon he settled things, stuffed them in a black carry-on bag that Blue bought as a gift for their move seven months ago. Already done, the bag then he hankklong on one side of the shoulder, then he walked closer to the table where Sabiru was still asleep.
Slowly, Baskara bent down, brought her lips closer to Blue's ear then whispered softly, “Yang, let's go home.”
Waking up Sabiru was never difficult. With just that whisper alone, the girl slowly opened her eyes. He blinked a few times, then smiled as his lover's handsome face looked perfect in his view.
“Uda finished?” tanyanya while pulling the head from the table.
Baskara straightened her body again, then nodded. “Come, later we stop by angkringan for dinner.” He said as he extended his hand.
The speech was welcomed by Blue. The girl immediately got up and clasped tightly onto her lover's hand. “Gue want cat rice 5 servings.” Her request.
“Gue buyin all with his cart.” Arrogant Baskara, then he chuckles after realizing that the money is not as much as it used to be. Well, from the beginning it was never much money, anyway. What he always scatters from a long time ago is indeed the money of his parents.
Blue follow smile, “Nevent not the same wagon, pity his brother later can not sell again.”
“Bener also.” Then they laughed together. In the fourth year, their savings are getting smaller. However, they are not too bad because at least they still have each other. As long as the basic needs can still be met, it feels like it will still be fine.
They do not need a vacation out of town, celebrating the anniversary with luxury like what they often do in the past. Now, even just sitting together in angkringan, ordering several servings of cat rice and various kinds of satayan accompanied by a glass of sachet coffee was able to make their hearts happy.
“Gue seriously, yes, cat rice 5 packs.” Blue Bills again as they walk towards the parking lot.
“Iya, safe.” Baskara.
“Lou money is still enough, right, make it to the end of the month? My money has been entered all into the same savings emergency fund, the remaining 200 thousand doang.”
“Enough.”
“Good. Let’s go.” Blue grabbed Baskara's arm, pulling him faster toward their beloved matic motor.
Sabiru also looked at the bike, then patted the eel hard. “Lup! Missed on his bike Denis.”
“Why can it be on Denis motor?” ask Baskara to investigate.
“So afternoon I went to buy dinner with him.” Blue answered honestly. “Quiet me! I don't hold on at all! Suwer!” connect Blue panic. A lot has changed from Baskara, but for the jealous issue, the man is still the same.
“Iyo, iyo, I believe. Yes, you wear my helmet. Let's hunt home, hunt more and more night.” Baskara held out her helmet to Sabiru. But because the woman still did not reach it, she took the initiative to wear it. “But thinking, old hunting.” Ocehnya when finished.
“We are old, by the way.” Blue back nagging, while the one he was just chuckling slowly and then jumped up to the top of their beloved matic Vero—motor.
Blue is following. He immediately climbed up to fill the back seat after Baskara lowered the footstep for him.
“Handle, hug tightly, if necessary lo tie your hand on my stomach let it not loose.” Tell him, after moving his carry-on bag forward.
“Bawel.” Blue Omel again. Nevertheless, he kept the order. Both of his arms are coiled in the stomach of Baskara, the fingers are bent to each other so much. “Ayo.”
“Ready, Dear.” Just like that, the gas lever he pulled, the motor drove through the streets filled with light poles on the side of the road.
Jogjakarta is not as big as Jakarta. The crowd he was giving was different. However, it was precisely there that Baskara understood that their love could be celebrated in a simple way.
“Let's sleep together again, yes.”
“Pay, yes, 500 thousand.”
“You cosplay so l*nte lo, huh?”
“Gue emang l*nte, kan lo who mengihara.”
“Sialang. L*nte what do not want to be invited to grow crops, just want the money?"
“Si block.”
The random chat continued along the way home. Blow, pinch, tickle. Everything alternately landed on Baskara's body, and he happily accepted it.
Seriate