BLUE PLANET

MARXIST REASON

"Ouch!" exclaim Venera restrained.

Vla turned her head, and was surprised to see her best friend grimacing in pain while holding the index finger of her left hand.

"What what what, Venera?" whiskey Vla.

"Ah, no, Vla, it's okay" Venera said with a forced smile, not wanting to worry him. "Just a little needle pricked."

"Little? Your fingertips are bleeding, Venera!" vla said frantically seeing blood dripping from Venera's fingertips.

"Sshh.. keep your voice, Vla," whispered Venera loudly as she glanced towards the Skill Division Supervisory Board sitting in a corner of the front room. "You can grab their attention with such a loud voice!"

"But you're hurt, Venera!" vla protests. "This was an accidental incident. It's okay if we report to them!" Vla whispered loudly.

"Just a little wound, Vla, no need to exaggerate." Venera then pulled the end of her dress string tied to the front, then rolled it tightly over the wound on her bleeding finger with the rope, to stop the bleeding.

"Well, here's how. It's finished!" Venera showed her finger that was rolled up by the rope while smiling calmly.

"Are you still able to sew with your fingers rolled up like that?" ask Vla not sure.

"Can" Venera smiled and showed Vla that she could still hold her needle and cloth in such a hand condition.

"But.. wouldn't it be better if your wounds were treated in the Health Room? They have a drug that can quickly stop blood from such a wound right?" Vla still looks worried.

"No need, Vla," Venera calms down her best friend. "The wound will soon close again."

Vla was still watching Venera's wounds with a worried wrinkled face.

"Oh, don't think about it. Let's just finish sewing this cloth, Vla. This afternoon has to be done, right?" venera reminded, while distracting Vla.

"Hmm.. okay," said Vla and again began to work on the seams.

Venera breathed a sigh of relief silently. Just hold him back the pain on his finger. It's not that he doesn't want to follow the advice of his best friend. But Venera felt disinclined to come to the Health Room despite simply asking for medicine for small wounds.

He felt worried about his strange disease that was still missing since a few days. And he did not want to just because of a small wound on his finger, he was caught hiding a more severe disease, he said, and even to hide an even greater secret that may not be the source of this strange disease.

Don't let it all happen.

~o0o~

“Hai,” greet the Marxists at Venera who just arrived inside the park.

Venera stopped his steps when he heard the Marxist voice.

He was silent and did not answer.  

Venera just looked straight past the Marxist head, raising his head towards the trees lined up behind the Marxist body.

“Hai,” greet Marxists once again, thinking that Venera did not hear it earlier.

“You didn't come yesterday,” Venera said in a flat voice, and an expressionless face.

“Oh, yes," replied the Marxist. "Yesterday is the Day of the Hunt. The most important day for us on Mars. All Martians are obliged to participate in mass hunting events held in the forest."

Venera silently did not respond. I don't want to look at Marxists.

"Eem... On the Day of the Hunt, usually we will be divided into several groups," the Marxist continued, "then there will be a small animal released for us to hunt. The winning team will get a prize. Then after that his show continued with a party attended by King Ares until late at night."

Venera was silent. Marxists are getting confused.

"Ah yes, it happened yesterday that my group was the winner," he said proudly.

“Yes. I forget," answered the Marxist.

“Lup?" venera's voice is rising. This time his eyes were directed directly at the eyes of Marxists.

"You said that day was the most important day on Mars, right? So how could you possibly forget about that? Last time we met, you told me to ‘wait here tomorrow’, and we'll explore the place behind those hills. Tracing the winding river,” said Venera full of emphasis.

Marxists were surprised to hear Venera's way of speaking was different than usual.

“I... actually I.. not forgetting. But.. well, after all right... well, I. I don't think I need to tell you about it,” the Marxist replied slightly stammered.

“Oooh? I don't need to know, you say?” Venera raised her voice even more, then looked at the Marxist with a piercing gaze. “So I don't need to know about Hunting Day, about other important days on Mars, about what your daily activities are, like, and I shouldn't have to wait for you for so long and think that you were injured by a wild beast in that dark forest!" venera said in one breath.

“I, uh I mean, “ Marxists look more confused, “which I mean by ‘besok’ it could be tomorrow, or maybe the next day again.”.

“Ooh, so?" sahut Venera with a voice getting louder. "All right!  Means if next time you say ‘besok’, I won't take it as the next day. Because it could be you mean the next day or the next day again or the next again or the next again!”

“Emm... “ Marxists try to answer even though they do not know what else to say.

“Not so what? That's what you meant earlier," Sambar Venera quickly. "That's obvious.”

“Hey, you're really why, anyway?” the Marxist question does not understand.

“No why-why!" answer Venera ketus. He turned his face back, looking the other way.

And both are silent.

The sound of the wind whizzing through the branches of the trees filled the awkward void between them.

 

“You want... to the pool now?” ask the Marxist after he can no longer stand still.

“No,” Reply Venera.  Firm and cold.

“Why? Don't you want to explore the area behind that hill?” ask Marxists in wonder.

“No," replied Venera again.

"Then... Where do you want today?” ask the Marxists again.

“Not anywhere," Venera's reply sounded increasingly sniffling.

“Hmm... Are you tired?" ask Marxists. "Alright, then we just sit here.”

And the Marxist began to release his bow and then sat down on the grass. He turned his head towards Venera, waiting for Venera to come up to him and sit by his side.

“No," replied Venera loudly. "I don't want to sit around.  Not going for a walk.  Here, there, or anywhere.” Venera dismembered his sentence with a firm tone.

“Why is that?” ask Marxists in wonder.

“And I'm not going anywhere with you!" cry Venera at last.

“Ap ... what ..?” the Marxist was surprised and immediately got up from his seat.

“I want to go home!”

And Venera immediately turned her back. Go away from Marxists.

~o0o~