Constellations of Love

Chapters 13. Knitting dreams

The barrel drove his white matic motor towards the school. Today is the first Monday of March.

This morning's drizzle worried him a little. Hopefully not to be heavy.

Hope Laras is granted. The weather slowly began to clear.

This morning, as usual, the children started playing in the yard. Swings and plosotan. Also seesaw - teeter. Mr. Yus watches over them while watering the pot - the pot of plants in front of the class .

"Good morning kids," Laras greeted some of the boys who were playing.

"Morning, buk....."

After parking the motorbike, the teacher came to them. Order to play alternately and not scramble.

"Good ....Teacher ma'am !"

Some other students came. The school bell rings in half an hour.

The next barrel stepped towards the teacher's room.

" Mr, Ms. Nur."

" Morning, mbak Laras."

"So seriously, ma'am?"

The barrel saw some papers strewn over his senior table. A small calculator was also lying there.

" This is sir Kevin asked for information for the submission of funds to be made immediately. "

" Tumbent."

" Yes, this morning he sent a message at least there is an overview of how much funds should be submitted, in this week."

" Make that library, ma'am?"

" Right."

"Would there be a RAB, ma'am?"

" Lha yes, said Ms. Chandra, the wife of the deputy director pity look at our school. He wants here facilities soon added."

"Thank God."

" But like this, it's a hassle. Yesterday I had a discussion with my husband until the night."

Bu Nur's husband works in a maintenance factory.

" Is there a solution, ma'am?"

" Yes, it just has to be corrected a little bit. Later after school after we both discuss this matter, yes."

" Okay, Mom."

The bell rings the sign the class is about to begin.

Routines are running as usual.

The teacher checked the attendance list.

Budi and Gaby are still out of school due to illness.

The favorite session of children in the classroom is to tell the story ahead about weekend activities.

" Last Sunday, I went with my mother's father and sister to my uncle's wedding reception in town" Sari said.

" In the pond behind the house, we harvest catfish and eels. Then fried into a delicious side dish, "Jovan, do not want to lose with a loud story.

The calm turn of Ningrum, told me that she went to the market with mom, to buy ingredients to make her grandmother's birthday cake.

" I went to the ball field to see the training of the players. Bu Laras also trained them. I'll be in training when I grow up. I also bought ice cream with my neighbors. Um, there I also met the Pandu doctor," explained Kemal, who had known the doctor.

Laras. Although Kemal was the youngest in the class, like a child who lacked attention in his home, but he was still cheerful like other children. Her parents ran. He only lives with his grandfather who still has to work hard in old age. Sometimes the neighbors who care about him often help.

After all the children present appeared to the front, the class continued with coloring. This time it was a means of transportation.

From sheets of paper with images of the size of A4 that are distributed Laras, there are various types of cars sedans, trucks and jeeps. Others pictures of airplanes, helicopters. Sea ships and boats. Two children to the picture of a pedati and pedicab.

After the last lesson break is to thicken the numbers. Repeated multiple sheets for numbers one through five.

At the end of school hours, there is a celebration of the birthday of Fadli, Bu Ina's son. Simple yet festive. The children sing together, after Fadli blows a candle on a small tart, they give a potluck gift. At the end of the show each child brought home a complete yellow rice box.

Then, Bu Nur invited Laras to discuss budget issues. Pretty long. Until Laras asked permission to go to the toilet because he had to change the pads.

Up to half two days. Bu Nur could not bear to see the junior slightly limp and pale. Guests are sometimes uncomfortable.

"Sir, we rest and go home yuk. Tomorrow continue again."

Arriving at home, after changing clothes and lunch Laras ask permission for grandmother to rest in the room. That day he was off from the task of guarding the shop.

Laras spends his time reading a child psychology book, his favorite. Music by Kenny G.

After an hour, he fell asleep. Until four o'clock in the afternoon.

The barrel went out. With a glass of water the girl observed the scene in front of her. Bik Jum sweeping the courtyard. The leaves and flowers and small fruits of the deciduous guava tree sometimes make the place have to be swept twice. Morning and afternoon.

It seems like a lot of water guava fruit has begun to mature, Inner Laras.

Laras invites Bik Jum to harvest guava fruit using harvesting tools. A bamboo pole with the top like an open cup. Some fruit has been harvested. Many others fell.

" Where do I help," the heavy voice of Kang Jamil who happened to pass in front of his house, surprised Laras.

" I'm right, Jamil, please. Bibik wants to take her home later.

The tall man climbed straight up with a plastic bag.

In an instant the medium sized pouch was already full.

From above, some large guava fruit that is really ripe was tried by Kang Jamil.

"Hem, sweet...."

"For dong. ..!" yang Laras while continuing to look up.

" Catch ya, Baras. Bik Jum!"

"One, two, three....."

They laughed together because there were some fruits that missed from the hands of two people below.

" Haap. Got it!"

Everyone's surprised.

Suddenly Pandu had been standing beside Laras. That man since then had actually been paying attention to Laras. Short knee-length batik berdaster with green peacock motif

"Nak Pandu is like a ghost, there is no sound and there is no direct movement of nongol," said Bik Jum.

"Yes, I can come uninvited and leave untransmitted..."

"Ouch.jailangkung dooong."

The laughter broke. Followed by another.

Pandu sigap serve people who are throwing guava fruit from the top of the tree. The man wore his black tee shirt to where the guava landed.

" That's enough, son. It's been a lot," bik Jum said after he had to carry two medium-sized bags.

Guava fruit in Pandu T-shirts now all have moved into plastic bags

Kang Jamil came down and took Pandu's tos.

Baras invited the two into the living room. Kang Jamil refused, because it just happened to pass by and indeed he needed to go to the next house. He said he wanted to borrow a hoe.

Pandu begins to cross off the possibility that Kang Jamil has a crush on Laras. It was after he noticed that it indeed seemed like they were just ordinary friends.

The possibility of moving now on a name that is Aldito. Is Laras' heart still there for that man from his past?

Bik Jum should be extra hard sweeping the yard again, as Baras and Pandu go inside.

"What's up here?"

"Red license plate bike. I parked far away next to the store. Let's be surprised because you guys were so cool."

"Yes?"

" I also had a conversation with Grandma."

"Hem, what's up here?"

"There's a big deal."

Pandu pretends to put on a serious face.

"What yes?"

"Inspecting patients."

"Ehm, patient. Meanin?"

"And you once said that I often daydream patients. Patients' missing. If that patient were you, I would be sorry. He he he...."

Pandu, guide. Kok now so much like me who likes to flip back words, Inner Laras.

The doctor brought a caplet of blood-boosting supplement to Laras. He bought it at the pharmacy all the way before heading to Laras' house.

The girl thanked him for the attention of the guide.

A moment of silence because there is a notification of incoming messages to Pandu's phone. The doctor asked permission to check on him. From the puskesmas who reported that the repair of the damaged generator was over. Mr. Leo has done business with the service man.

"Well, this time Laras who likes to daydream. Must've daydreamed of me."

"Dreaming of the one who is in plain sight?"

Laras.

"So, admit that you also often daydream of me.

Pouty barrel.

Pandu becomes anxious. Wanting to pinch the cheek Barrel or random shuffle the hair of the girl in front of him.

"Eh, I'm sorry I used a negligee. Wait for me to change clothes."

"No need. You were not afraid to wear a negligee in front of Kang Jamil. Why is it different in front of me now?"

"Ouch, mas Pandu. Kang Jamil's old neighbor is common. I had to change into polite clothes every time I met him. Tired dong."

"If I?"

" I must respect Mas Pandu because of the guest who deliberately visited my house."

Pandu.

" How?"

" Thank you for respecting me. Appreciate your attitude. But I think your negligee is still polite. Not laughing."

Oops.... The last sentence just now made Pandu a little embarrassed.

" It's okay, I don't have to change clothes? It's a deal."

"Already here just keep talking to me. Not going anywhere."

The pressure of the last word makes Laras have an impression if Pandu is a little possessive.

Bik Jum came in carrying a plate of brown water guava fruit that had been washed clean.

"Please enjoy, son..."

"Thank you, bik."

"Sama-sama, the aunt stayed yes, into first."

"Please..."

Pandu and Laras continued the conversation. Just talking about the activities of the day at their respective jobs. They also enjoy guava that turns out to be ripe and sweet.

Until the evening the man visited. Before the sky is really dark, Pandu must return. He just remembered the motorcycle lights he was carrying were problematic. Only for long lights.

The barrel escorted to the front of the gate near the shop. Grandma gave a small bag of water guava to take home. There are about eight.

Arriving at his service home, Pandu immediately took a shower and had dinner. The menu is the same as last day. Spicy potato fry sauce contains chicken liver and vegetable stir-fried carrots mixed with chickpeas. This time he added a chicken.

After that until nine o'clock at night Pandu watch television. National evening news with various reviews.

As he was sleepy, he finally went to sleep. Dreams tell his story.

Laras and Pandu join hands and walk along the side of a white sandy beach. It looks like Bali.

What a beautiful romance. Pandu also invites rafting, learning to paint in the sanggar to watch a magical dance about Rama Sita at the end of the twilight while enjoying the sunset.

In the silence of the night the romance story makes Pandu lulled. He managed to kiss the face and lips of Laras plain. Knitted dream beautiful.....

While on the other side. Baras could not close his eyes until midnight. Effect of the nap. Watching soap operas with grandma. After that, he was left asleep. Be him watching science fiction movies with Pandu's favorite actress. Lucy, played by Scarlet Johansen. Although advertising is often annoying, Laras patiently enjoys until the end.

As he lay, Laras daydreamed.

"Ehm. ..pasti Pandu has seen the movie just now, "inner Baras.

It seemed that the intensity of the encounter that increased as well as Pandu's attention, quietly slipped slowly in Laras' heart. Make a special impression.

The girl still remembered Pandu's statement that the man liked her. Although flattering but Laras must try to be realistic because there are still many things he does not know about the man.

Baras does not want to repeat the mistakes of the past. Blinded taste. Emotions that make regrets. At that time, he was also unstable.

His name is Aldito Johansyah. High performance, handsome face, ideal posture and from a distinguished family. Plenary charm. Who is the girl who will not be subdued when given hope by him.

Ah ...it just comes not destiny, Laras.

Although admitted by him it is a short story but so attached to his heart until now. Sweet, romantic stories end painfully. Only moments left are still imprinted, not a commitment.

Now after a long time, the presence of Pandu who coincidentally gave a new color. Because of Gaby's illness, the student.

Pandu seems to be fighting for the taste he presents. Baras also had to admit he was comfortable with the man.