Constellations of Love

Chapter 22. Jealous

The barrel was ushered home by the girlfriend after all team members disbanded from the factory's left-hand side courtyard.

The girl was assigned the main coach to give enough tips for two factory service car drivers who had also taken to the stadium. Although officially they can overtime the authorities are considered to be working on holidays.

The barrel is a team flag.

" Thankfully there was a good amount of money left, because the factory gave free aid for transport" he said in the car when Pandu asked the problem.

"Ehm, the next game will be enough?"

"More than enough. To be honest, we didn't expect the team to win. Realizing the name of the opposing team has made the guts. But the children never give up."

A proud tone tucked in the words of Laras.

"You guys are great coaches too. Congratulations to you."

"Who is next. There's another miracle." Laras murmuring.

"Lusa is training again?"

"Yes, it might be a little light to save energy. Practice only half portion. But we command the children to do light exercises every day at home."

"As usual?"

"Yes, if I'm late to pick up to leave, join coach Jamil aja. Don't bring your own motor."

"Yes, yeah!"

Arrive at home at one o'clock. Grandma welcomed me happily. The barrel cleans itself and changes clothes. This time wearing an orange box pattern skirt and a white tee shirt. Fixed hair tied ponytail, plain face without any powder.

He told me to eat and rest immediately.

Laras invites Pandu to chat with the two back in the living room. Pandu asked no longer to discuss the ball. It's their we time. Laras....

"We're almost two weeks old. I don't have a picture of your personal self. Just this is my collection" the man showed me a portrait of his girlfriend from his cell phone gallery.

Baras pinched his waist so knowing, "So mas likes my candid photos. Keep this my old face when I was a kid, where did it come from? Steal again, ha ha ha.."

"That's my secret...hehehe.."

"I don't have any pictures of you...."

The tone of voice of Laras is low.

"I've sent you a picture of my cute face. Promise to make your wallpaper!"

Pandu immediately sent a photo of him wearing a white suit uniform, close up and another one when a photo near the purple dendrodium orchid, his favorite. With posture throughout the body.

Laras laughs. Moreover, the last photo, too feminine in fact, according to him.

"Why?"

"Is there a bit of macho?"

"What?"

Pandu grunting. Laras.

"Here, there's a criterion for you."

A portrait of him playing basketball, with a tanktop t-shirt, tight sport wear, shorts and branded shoes.

I am thankful to have that cool photo. When Pram forced her to come. One year ago. Although not as happy as the younger brother, he can play basketball even if only a reserve player. He he he...

"This is cool. Can I play basketball too?"

"Can."

"Hobbies too?"

"Not just forced."

Laughter broke again.

"I'm asking for a picture of you beautiful and close up."

"Not having."

"What time?"

Pandu snatched Laras' cell phone. The girl kept him.

"Why, is there a photo of another handsome guy?"

"much. I will be jealous."

"Mana ...!"

"Why don't we just take a photo together now. Up to date. Even fighting over a photo like a kid, like this."

Pandu immediately hugged Laras' shoulder and took a selfie. From his expensive latest phone. Photo from the girl's side.

A natural picture with a sweet smile.

Laras likes to look what it is. Without the mouth made monyong tau stick out the tongue. He dislikes it the most. At best, just smile with and without visible teeth. And tilted his head towards the girlfriend's face.

They both observed the results.

"Your innocent face remains beautiful. Thank you," Pandu peeked the thought of the girlfriend.

Barrels back pinch his waist.

Pandu actually doesn't believe Laras doesn't have a selfie. Sure is. Portrait of when she was wealthy and performed with enough make up while leading the chorus kids? Ehm later it's related to the memory of the first kiss?

Ah, at least an official photo of a batik shirt when you want to teach, cake.

There's gotta. The opportunity came when Laras went into the kitchen to grab a snack and an extra drink. Two cups of tea from the previous dish have been ludes.

The girl forgot her phone as usual.

As soon as Laras entered, immediately the man checked the simple cell phone lying beside him.

Luckily there was no screen lock. Immediately to the photo gallery.

It seems that there is not much collection. Two selfies, like a teacher's uniform. Some photos with students, soccer team students, friends of fellow Kindergarten teachers, also bude family plus two cousins, with the grandmother. Photo with the princess futsal team. A rather blurry picture.

Um, there's a picture of herself in uniform like she's a fence at a wedding reception. Because after that a row of ayu fences and good fences followed and portraits with the bride.

Go back to the photo. Laras. He sent via bluetooth to his own phone. The girlfriend is so charming. Simple cepol bun, batik tulis brown floral motif and kebaya beige brocade beige color. Gracefully. The girl can change from tomboyish, tough, to a little feminine and graceful.

"That means Laras, a pretty lithe girl," whispered Pandu.

There are also photos with friends. Like a reunion because there's a banner unfolding in the back. Name of high school and year of the event.

Photo of former classmates. Around thirty people. So familiar. A handsome man was embracing his shoulders. Close-up. Laughter all the personnel so loose. There are four similar photos, though none of them are alone. Two pairs of friends. With three girls, maybe one gang. Last Baras, the man and another girl friend.

Guide aiming at the target by men zoom portrait.

Deg.jantung Pandu. That's the same guy at the stadium this morning.

The steps sound approaching. Quickly Pandu put the girlfriend's phone in its original place.

Scouts feel a little guilty. Why is he always in the position of spy or eavesdropper update the girlfriend. A coincidence or luck. It's like not fair. She should have found out or asked her story directly to her boyfriend.

But frankly Pandu does not know where to start to ask Laras a lot of things. Especially the photo of the man just now. The effect is too pockmarked. Insist later.

"Sori was a long time ago, mas. Water gallons up. So I changed first. Here's the water and the cookies. Smprit cake. Let's try."

"Ehm yes. Thanks to ya."

Scouts cover the turmoil of the heart. The dashing man in the collection of the Laras mobile gallery is still imagined in his mind.

"Mas, he said Thursday there will be a meeting in the provincial city. If you can't accompany me to the stadium for the second game, that's okay.."

" Nine hours meeting just before lunch. I went straight to the county town stadium after that. The path is passed before the way home."

"Yes, whatever the mas. But please don't force it if you can't, yeah. The job of the profession is more important."

"Yes, Laras."

The story continues about everyday things at the puskesmas or school. Until late afternoon, Pandu pamit. The barrel should also rest.

Ten o'clock at night there was a chat from Sandra. Said he had just come from Singapore for a skin beauty seminar.

The story is glamorous and high-class. Pandu only responds short. He asked for a video call. But Pandu reasoned there were guests. The bachelor nurse next door is watching a GP motorcycle on tv with him.

It was true to watch the show but he was alone again.

Pandu is determined to find a moment to tell Sandra that she already has a boyfriend. But again he wants to be delayed. Only three weeks ago met in Jakarta, the news that Pandu did not have a lover was still calm until the girl acted aggressively to reach his heart.

A chat from Laras, conveying a sleep met, a rest met. Without writing my dreams.

The man wrote I love you at the end of the chat. Laras only replied with one heart's emotion.

Pandu wants a video call or call but since it has been more than half ten nights he has not done that intention. In the area of the periphery of the clock that is included late. Worried about interrupting granny's break in the next room.

Pandu feels guilty to Baras. The girl is innocent and innocent. He did not know the girlfriend was being targeted by another high-profile girl.

While Pandu like more familiar circle association Laras. Every time there is a moment, if he thinks Laras is a bit close to another man, Pandu feels jealous. Jamil, Alvin, now uh Dito.

While the Baras easy going. Though Pandu is a man with a high profile also in the eyes of many girls.

The nurse girls at the puskesmas. Some of the girls who have been to his practice room or a young widow in the village next door. Complaints are just a mild flu. Both heads are dizzy. There is a reason to see a bachelor doctor puskesmas. Then with a seductive gaze will linger chatting in the practice room. Fortunately Pandu is always accompanied by a senior nurse who always gives a code if the middle time is up for consulting sessions.

As a normal adult man, Pandu knows. Mahfumes. Eye glances, meaningful glances or their spoiled words. It really means they like him. More precise crush. Its light weight is certainly only the heart of each who feels. Pandu remains firm, professional and tends to be straightforward. He did not want to be tempted or flirted back. Not a single chance.

"Sssst, let's just say Laras doesn't know that. I hope he believes me. But.... No matter or ehmm.don't-don't Probas have a affection that is not as big as me. Looks like Laras never seems jealous," Pandu said.

Pandu. His eyes were towards the tv screen, but his mind was floating.

Cellphone retrieval. All portraits of Barrel are observed with affection.

Suppose he's here tonight. Both with. Mixing romance.

Uh,.......Pandu ends the tv watching show. No longer interested. He wants to fall asleep and dream of the heart.