CHASING THE LOVE OF STARS
PESSIMISTS
The ceiling of the room suddenly became an interesting object of vision for Space. Because it had been almost an hour he kept staring at her, as if the shadow of the beautiful face of the Moon was up there.
His mind was filled with strings of words from his conversation with the Stars a few hours ago. It turned out that his cousin was also willing to fight to get back to the Moon.
What became odd in his mind was, that it was certain he lost competitiveness. Not nothing he was pessimistic, because he knew, the winner must be the Star. The Moon and the Stars love each other. He was just a figurine in their story, or intermezzo before the main film began.
Long breaths were heard several times he exhaled, would he be able to release the Moon on his cousin? For years he had dreamed of making the girl his lover, and when the dream was realized, the Star came back.
"I tried, and it hurt too! Shit!" Space grumbled, swearing at himself who had been so loyal to his one-sided love for so many years. Even if he intends to move on, many other girls are waiting in line and approaching him. But he ignored it for the sake of a Moon.
The sound of a cell phone ringing his daydream, he grabbed the flat object from his pants pocket, saw who contacted him at night?
"Moon.." - She was worried, her hands were itching to slide the green button, but her heart said she should not talk to the girl before her heart was completely calm. Finally, Space let the object keep ringing.
Until the ringing of the object died and then came back to life, Space began to not stand and pick up the telephone from the Moon.
"Yes?" said it.
"Sa, have you arrived?" Ask the Moon from across the street.
Space nodded even though the Moon couldn't possibly see it, "Hem," he murmured.
The moon bit her lower lip, from the man's cold reply, she knew Angkasa must still be angry with her, "Cock tumben not ngabarin me? Usually when we get home ngabarin," said Moon again. He tried to melt the atmosphere, who knows the heart of Angkasa also melted.
"Forgot," Space answered as necessary.
"Oh, forgot. No papa no papa, humans are the place to forget and sin," said the Moon. He began to die of lice, began to be confused with the discussion of his conversation. Though usually the Space that is brought up, now the Moon must desperately search for the theme of conversation.
Silent, confused Moon, what else should he talk about with Space?
"Sa." called her after a while just keeping quiet. Only the sound of their breathing was heard. "You still there?"
"Yes, why aren't you sleeping?"
"Can't sleep, your mind goes on" honestly Moon.
Space chuckled, "Tumben, sure you think of me?" insinuations. Somehow he was upset again, so he was reluctant to take a call from the Moon.
The moon across there snorted, but Space was still angry. "I'm honestly wrong, let alone I'm boong. I'm sorry I made you sprain, I closed first!"
TUT
The call was disconnected, making Angkasa keep his phone away and see the duration of the call that turned out to be over.
"Women are always right, she's wrong she's also the one who snags. Shouldn't I be the one getting angry?" space Mummings.
***
Not much different from Space, the Moon also threw his phone in any direction. To the top of the bed of course, he still thought it was healthy to throw his phone on the floor, life again difficult - hard damaged cellphones anyway, the Moon is still sane.
"Nyebelin, watch out for you!" his grunts, the Moon was upset, had tried to apologize but the man still insinuated it.
Both of her beautiful netra were focused on the white sweater she hung behind the bedroom door. Just look at his clothes, the heart of Moon pause jedug not careless. "Gosh, you know the moon, she's fucked you! The best space for you, he's always there for you."
The moon monologues itself, convincing the heart not to turn backward. Yes, the Moon thinks the Star is someone who has passed behind, someone who is only able to carve out memories of love without making them real.
***
"Early in the morning the Moon was ready, he took the time to make breakfast for him, the papa was also Angkasa. As an apology, about last night's troubles. Although he was still upset, but he would give up because he was wrong.
"Papa's tumben is neat?"
The moon is busy preparing its turn, smiling at the Earth and sitting at the dinner table. "I'm in the spirit of work, pa" he replied.
"Ekhem, the spirit of who?" earth Goda, then he fed a spoonful of fried rice made by the princess to his mouth. Because he knew, the Star was the Moon's first love, but now his daughter is in a relationship with Space.
"What the hell pa, the spirit because of my work is a lot," elak Moon.
"Moon because there's a star?"
The moon turned its head, holding back laughter hearing the nickname the father pinned on the Star. "Current Star?" reworked. "The name of the person why papa carelessly change? Later Aunty Jingga ask to make yellow rice."
Deheman someone stopped their conversation. The two turned their heads, a little surprised when it turned out that Angkasa was already there. I don't know when that guy came.
Space smiles, greets Earth and endears her. The look on his face was a little different, how not, early in the morning he had gotten an annoying breakfast. Having her lover and future in-laws discuss other people, her heart is hot.
"Sit kid, we'll have breakfast together" take Earth. He became uncomfortable, Space must have heard his conversation with the Moon. It gets worse when Space gives an answer..
"No, I happen to have breakfast" he refused.
Not usually Space refused, because the Moon knows very well, Space never had breakfast first in order to pick him up, so they do not come late to the office considering the distance of the Moon house is now quite far.
"Are you really having breakfast?" Ask Moon.
Space just nodded in response, then turned his gaze to Earth and invited the man to a chat.
Making the Moon feel more guilty, he stared at the box of supplies that he had prepared before, he would still take it, who knows Angkasa would eat it later.
