BLUE PLANET

LAST MEETING

Venera stood exhausted while panting. He inhaled a lot of air through his nose and exhaled it slowly through his mouth for several times, to normalize his breathing rhythm after running across the grassland firmer than usual.

After having hesitated for a full day and going through a long debate with himself, Venera finally managed to make a decision. That he should meet with Marxists to set their problems straight, and apologize.

At the same time Venera also wanted to tell Marxists about the strange disease he had suffered over the past few days. Before his illness gets worse and the Board of Trustees will know what he did and he will eventually be banned from coming to the mysterious park.

And if that happens, it will be his last meeting with Marxists.

 

Venera stepped into the tree trunk which was the entrance.

And he came in the garden.  

In a place where he used to meet Marxists.

Venera looked back and forth, looking for the figure she expected. But Marxists are invisible.

Venera decided to wait for a while.

He sat on the grass and looked around. And recalling the first time he found the entrance into this park by accident.

This was the place of his first encounter with Marxists.

At that time he was frightened to see Marxists who he thought were dangerous creatures, then hid.

Unexpectedly, it turns out that Marxists know of its existence, then shout and point their bow at Venera, telling her to come out of her hiding place behind a tree.

It is a strange creature that is unique.

Suddenly Venera thought of something.

What if it turns out that even Marxists experience the same pain as it seems and have not had time to tell him?

Or maybe he just felt the pain when they did not meet a few days ago and then want to say to Venera, but Venera actually did not come to this park?

Venera felt her body go limp for a moment, when she realized all that.

In his heart there was a sense of regret.

He should not have been bad with Marxists at the time.

He could have understood the absence of Marxists.  

Marxists have also explained the reason.

And they can also actually still do the adventure of exploring the area behind the hill of the river water pool at a later time.

He only realized his outrageous attitude to Marxists who had done him a lot of good.

Helped him as he slipped on the cliff and almost crashed into the pool, then carried him to a safe place and calmed himself who was very frightened at that time.

Then guard and help her through the difficult place when they want to look at the flower plants and the area behind the hill.

Although his attitude is sometimes stiff and difficult to understand by Venera, but his heart is very good.

Enveloped in grief, Venera got up and stepped slowly towards the pool. He walked the path he had been on with Marxists.  

He wanted to see the river for the last time. And after that he must forget it; though it must be very hard to do.

Venera remembered all their talk. About life on Mars and the Martians, about Venus and her Venusians, and their adventure plan to go all over the park to uncover everything about the park. And make it a big secret that belongs to both of them.

But all that no longer exists.

All is gone.

Like a beautiful dream that inevitably has to end soon because the dreamer must immediately return to reality and continue his real life.

Venera felt her eyes warm.

He felt as if all the zeal that had filled his days lately had perished.

Marxists are no longer waiting for him.

It doesn't exist anymore.

 

  

Venera arrived at the river water pool.

Look at the water falling into the pool from a distance.

And stunned.

It looks like the silhouette of a creature in a form that is very familiar to him is pensive at the edge of the pool.  

The creature sat behind him on a large rock, facing towards the water that fell into the pond.

It was in the same place as when they first found this beautiful place with this amazing pool.

The figure turned his head quickly when he heard the sound of Venera's footsteps on the grass.

 

Venera stopped her steps and stood frozen in place, looking down avoiding the Marxist gaze.

It's freaky.

He was very much expecting this meeting. But for some reason after they met and confronted like this, Venera even felt embarrassed and unable to say anything.

"Venera?" call Marxists again.

Venera was silent.

“You.... still mad at me?” asked the Marxist as he walked slowly towards Venera.

And Venera felt back the great turmoil inside her upper abdomen.  

So great that he felt like he wanted to take his lunch back out of his stomach.

“I... I'm waiting for you right here, Venera.  Every afternoon" said the Marxist.

It's getting closer to Venera.

Venera stared at the grass under her feet.  

Her breath feels tight.  

His heart is beating too fast.

Blurred vision.  

His body was almost unconscious.

But Venera tried to stay upright.

“You.... already no longer angry with me right?” marxists asked at last, puzzled that Venera had only been silent since then.

Venera shook her head slowly.

“Really?” ask the Marxists again.

“Ak... i..” Venera tried to speak. But his tongue felt ugly. The bang inside his chest cavity that felt stifling down to his throat made it even harder to speak.

“I'm sorry, ” Marxists precede fast.

Venera raised his face, surprised to hear the apology of Marxists.

He looked at the Marxist who was standing right in front of him.

Marxists stretched out both arms to grab Venera's hands.

Then grasped Venera's tiny hand into her sturdy hand very gently.

“I'm sorry, Venera,” he said again while looking deeply at Venera.

Venera felt her body freeze.

The Marxist voice seemed to echo deep within his head.

Then the Marxists pulled Venera's body, slowly but surely. And hugged him tightly.

And then it was a miracle.

All the pain in Venera's body disappeared instantly.

Replacing it with a sweet taste.

Extremely – very - sweet.  

 

“I... would like to always meet you, Venera..” a soft Marxist whisper in Venera's ear.  

Venera's face immediately warmed.  

His body felt light, as if floating in the air.

“I... I too, Marxist..” replied Venera softly.

Marxists tightened his embrace.

“I miss the scent of your body," he said, "Like the smell of fresh forest flowers in the morning..."

The new Venera will answer when something sounds.

 

“Ehem!  Still not finished?“

A shocking thunderous heavy voice rang out from behind Venera and the Marxists.

The two of them immediately let go of their embrace. Then look at it for a second.

Then it dropped to the ground.  

Kneeled to see the emblem of their respective palaces.