Dum Spiro, Spero

Dum Spiro, Spero
The Lintang Kayangan


Early in the morning, a commotion had already occurred. The door of the rented house was pounded many times, followed by the sound of a scream coming from the sound of someone's cry who by imagining his face alone had made Blue upset instead of playing.


Latitude Kumala. The beloved caterpillar Baskara was disturbing Blue morning that had been chaotic because it barely slept overnight to be able to calm Baskara who again experienced post-traumatic disorders. His head was dizzy, and the sound of the latitude splash managed to make his condition worse.


"Whisper!" Blue screeched exactly in front of Lintang's face when the door managed to open. But instead of feeling guilty, the girl slammed into the house like she had never been taught manners by her parents.


"What do you want?!" Blue squealed until it made the muscles around his neck pop up. Really, he wanted so badly to bite Lintang, tore his body apart using the canine teeth he had until the girl who was now tying his hair only half was turned into tiny insignificant fragments.


"Mbak Anin can't not be angry? It's still morning, shame on the neighbors."


Oho! Listen what Lintang just said? The annoying girl had just acted as if her arrival was not a nuisance either.


"Lo started!" Blue still feels at home using high tones.


"What a cross, huh? Lintang people come here just to nganterin rantang the contents of this food for Mas Abi, told to be with Mother." Lintang said while lifting the bushel of food he brought up to par with his annoying face. "Mbak Anin who was too excited responded. Lintang mah mediocre."


Patience. Patience. Patience. Blue whispers it to himself. Had this caterpillar not been the son of the landlord who he and Baskara lived in, Blue might have planned his murder. Make sure the body is dumped to a place where no one will be able to find it.


"Thank you earlier, tap me with Abi-"


"Well, there's latitude."


God fucking. Blue swearing. The lover who tried to calm him all night now appeared from behind the door of the room, presenting a sweet smile of honey towards the annoying caterpillar which of course made the caterpillar excited.


In an instant, Blue's existence was no longer considered. The latitude ran over to Baskara, as if he was writhing the man's arm while chattering merrily boasting about the food he was carrying - saying it was his own cooking. Hmh! Blue does not believe. From the looks of it, child models like Lintang can certainly only know to eat, can not cook anything!


"Oh, huh? Well, thanks, yeah. So ngerepotin."


"Ndak ngerepotin kok, Lintang even happy if you can often cook for Mas Abi."


"Mas Abi is having fun, but still don't do it often, yeah."


"If occasionally it means nothing?"


"Yes, it's okay if it's only occasionally."


"Yeah! Yes, the latitude will occasionally masakin for Mas Abi again, yes."


"By, mayu."


Come on, cih iyi. Blue follows Baskara's way of speaking in a mocking tone. But he just said it in his heart.


Watching that annoying sight for too long makes Blue fed up. So, rather than him having to drain his energy for things like this, it was better for him to return to the room. It's Saturday, it's 7 in the morning. He's off, and since he hasn't slept all night, he'll use his time for revenge. Blue will sleep all day. Stupid time with Baskara, after all it seems that his lover's condition is also fine now.


"I wish your head young coconut crucifixion will be on your way home again, so you forget the memory and can no longer disturb the guys!" after closing the door of his room, Blue made a vow of expletiveness. Although it sounded rather impossible, he still hoped that his prayers would be granted by God. Because the longer, the latitude is getting annoying.


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“Mas Abi today is off, right?” after arranging the food that he brought to the plate, Lintang back to the arm of Baskara who stood on the side of the dining table.


“Iya, Mas Abi holiday. Why?” ask Baskara. He was actually fretful as Lintang just kept moving, making the two precious assets belonging to the girl repeatedly clashing with his arms.


“Street, yuk? Today there is a new horror film aired, Lintang wants to watch Mas Abi. Yuk?” Lintang invites with high enthusiasm.


“Aduh, sorry, cah ayu, today Mas Abi can not.” With the slightest movement possible so as not to offend Lintang, Baskara tried to release his arm from the girl's entanglement.


In response to that, Baskara shook her head slowly. “Mas Abi today want to anterin Mbak Anin to the clinic. You see, right, Madam Anin's face was pale? That's because Sister Anin is sick again.”


Instantly, Lintang stopped showing a gloomy look. He tried to remember Anindia's face again when they were chatting earlier. You see, he had not paid too much attention because the one in his head was only Mas Abi.


“Iya, anyway, emang pale.” He muttered after realizing that Anindia's face was indeed pale. His eye bags also look thick and blackish, perhaps the effect of the pain being felt.


“Well, that's why, mumpung again both work holidays, Mas Abi want to bring Mbak Anin to the clinic so quickly get medicine.”


“Mau Interstellar latitude? Latitude to here drive your own car earlier.”


“No need, Mas Abi ride motor aja.” Baskara politely declined.


“Yo wis if you don't want, but if Mas Abi needs anything, don't hesitate to ask for help with Latitude, huh? Whatever it is, Lintang will definitely try to help.”


“Iya. Thanks, yes, cah ayu.” Baskara said sincerely. Regardless of her attitude which is sometimes over and tends to be annoying, Lintang is a good girl. The help for the sake of the help the girl gave him and Blue was not something he could just forget.


“Sama-sama, Mas Abi. Yo wis, if so, Lintang go home first, so Mbak Anin can rest.” Latitude Speak. Ngeselin-ngeselin so, the child is actually quite understanding really. Only Sabiru who does not understand how to handle, because it has become emotional first.


“Iyo, mayu. Mas Abi did not deliver until the front, yes, want to check the condition Mbak Anin.”


“Ndak problems. Say hello to Mbak Anin, hopefully soon to recover.” Lintang then cleared the bushel she had brought, clutching it tightly like her precious children.


After making sure Lintang left with his car, Baskara hurriedly darted to the Blue room. He tapped on the door of his lover's room, but never got the approval. Finally, he recklessly opened the door to Blue's own room his luck was not locked.


He saw Blue lying down with his back to the door. Slowly, Baskara walked closer.


“Yang?” call him.


There is no lawfulness.


He tried again, this time while touching Sabiru's arm. “Yang?”


Still no answer.


Bustle, Baskara finally desperate to turn his lover's body. And....


“ANJING!” He reflexively cursed as Blue glared at him, like he was possessed. “Yang! Not funny, ah!” his protest.


“Lo is not funny!” Blue back nagging. “Cah ayu, cah ayu. There! Lo business aja ayu beloved lo it!”


“Not there, he I told you to go home.” After normalizing his heartbeat again, Baskara came closer.


“Why do you tell me to go home? Aren't you glad you're here, huh? The proof is direct sumringah tuh lo face! Though I'm the one who all night long lo so you can sleep peacefully! I did not sleep to take care of you! But it's just like that caterpillar!" Blue sewot sesewaswotnya humans who are sewot. His face was crimson withstanding anger, his chest rose down in rhythm with a messy stream of breaths.


“Cuz I’m gonna kiss you, until mampus.” Suddenly Baskara climbed onto the mattress, directly wrapped Sabiru's small body with both arms that were not as fat as before. The keenly gazing Blue Eyes was not something that would make him retreat, not at all.


“Who said I—“


“You want it too. Haven't kissed for a long time because my condition is often down suddenly.” Sela Baskara, sounds frontal. Then without wasting time, he moved closer, greeting the lips of his lover whom he had not touched for a long time with light kisses.


“If today I lose control, please forgive me. Cuz you lips really driving me crazy.” That would be the last, because after that, no more words were spoken because the movement of their lips represented everything.


Seriate