BLUE PLANET

WHAT A FUN ROUTINE

Venera sits casually on a large rock with both feet hanging over the green grass. Both of his legs were swaying, as a sign that he was enjoying the current atmosphere very much.

His eyes looked around.

Pay close attention to the water that fell into the pool from behind a large rock above. His voice rumbles, the spark that is thrown far up to the cliff wall, until the flow of water itself which when observed as a whole looks like a variety of objects that change shape quickly.

The flapping sound of the wings of beautiful wide-winged little animals flying past and over his head, as well as the slow humming sound coming from small, round-bodied animals of two colors; black and yellow, which seem to have special attention to the petals of certain flowers.

The rustling sound of leaves from tall trees rubbing against each other in the wind, even the sound of the wind itself, which sighed softly like a melodious whisper echoed in the air.

All five senses and nerves in Venera's body feel very active, and work better in this mysterious garden. Venera had never felt this clear and detailed before in noticing and grasping things with her senses.

Currently the activity of entering the park secretly is the thing he likes the most. The most anticipated. He felt like a routine he had to do every day.

What a fun routine.

The sound of Marxists crying from a distance. ”Venera!  Come here!”

Venera turned towards the voice. Marxists stood on the top of the hill he climbed yesterday, before he slipped and nearly fell. He waved excitedly at Venera, and the other hand pointed something behind him, like he wanted to show Venera something.

Venera shook her head and moved her arms over her head in a sign that she did not want to, and shouted, "No, thank you! I'm just here!"

Soon, the Marxists came down from the hill and approached Venera, who was still sitting on a boulder.

"Why didn't you want to go there when I called you earlier?" ask Marxists.

"Ah, it's okay," replied Venera.

"You're so quiet today. Not like the days before. Usually you walk around and talk at length" said Marxist while watching Venera.

"Is that so?" Venera smiled. "Well, right now I don't want to" he replied.

Then the Marxist took something out from behind his back, and inserted it into Venera's hands.

A large brimmed flower is bright red.

“Ooh!” Venera exclaimed in admiration and stunned for a moment. “This one is so beautiful!  Where did you get this flower, Marxist?”

Marxists point to the top of the hill. “Behind the rocky area where you slipped yesterday, there are several clusters of flower plants that are not visible from below here. The shape and color are better than anything we've seen since yesterday. You must like.”

“Oh, yes?  Wow, I have to see it!” exclaimed Venera excited with a very enthusiastic face. But soon after his spirit suddenly died out.

“Eh.. but.. maybe next time, deh.." replied Venera a little nervous. His eyes involuntarily glanced towards the distant cliff there.

"I... I'm here first,” he replied slowly. Then look back to the front, towards the cliff of the pool.

Marxists were silent for a moment watching Venera with frowns.

And a little while later, he said, "Are you afraid of something like what you did yesterday?"

Venera.

“Emm... well, I.” he was confused about what to answer. He was ashamed that his fear was known to Marxists.

“It's okay, Venera. Don'tbeafraid. I will take care of you,” said the Marxist firmly.

He looked at the Marxist who was looking at him.

And suddenly the pain in his stomach reappeared.

He felt a little nauseous. And his body feels hot like he's got a fever.

Ahtur, my illness came again at a time like this, he thought worriedly.

 

Seeing that Venera was silent, the Marxist finally extended his hand to Venera.

“I won't let you fall again, Venera," he said. "Trust me.”

Venera stared at the sturdy hands of the Marxists outstretched at him.

He thought for a moment with his head that felt heavy throbbing.

Then welcome the Marxist hand.

~o0o~

Venera ran home. His body feels very light.

A pixie accompanied his swift steps nimbly down the meadow-splitting path to his residence dormitory.

The sun was almost sunk in the eastern horizon, but somehow Venera did not feel worried in the least. Not as usual. He even really enjoyed the wind that was getting colder, a sign that the night was almost here.

Both dormitories were already visible in the distance. Venera only sped up a little. He waved excitedly to Vanda, the gatekeeper of Hesperus House who waved back at him while locking the large gate in front of him, a sign that all the residents of the dormitory had been inside.

Venera poked out her head slightly, and found Vinn in a waistline with one hand in front of the gate of the Eosphorus Dormitory, where he had his back, while the other hand holds the handle of the gate with a large key of white glass that has been ready hanging in the hole.

And Venera arrived in front of the gate with a breath of breath.

He laughed loudly and exclaimed, "Thank you for waiting for me, Vinn!"

"Huhh you are! You might laugh like that when we're worried you're coming home late, Venera!" vinn grumbled while tightly shutting the gate and instantly locking it.

"Sorry, sorry," Venera smiled. "Eh, Vinn, do you know, what kind of punishment will be imposed for a venusian who's late to his house?" asked Venera while thinking for a moment.

Vinn shrugged while matching the steps Venera entered the door of the Eosphorus House. "Nobody knows exactly what punishment we must undergo for a mistake except the members of the Board of Trustees who have been sworn in and sworn in. But," Vinn lowered his voice and brought his head closer to Venera, "i once stole their talk about it while going to report to the Board of Trustees Security Board. According to them, anyone who arrives back at the dormitory after the gate lock is turned, then he will not be allowed to enter the dormitory until the morning comes."

"Oh... Is that so?" Venera.

Vinn nodded. "Here quickly enter the room and take a shower, Venera," replied Vinn, frowning and fanning his own nose. "Your body stinks."

"Oh, sorry," Venera laughed embarrassedly. "All right, thank you, Vinn! See you in the great hall!"

Venera waved and hurriedly stepped towards her room in the western dormitory.

He was greeted by the trunks of Vla's head that looked relieved when he saw her, after a few moments of standing with a tense face in front of the room door, waiting for the return of his best friend.

~o0o~