Constellations of Love

Chapter 26. That meeting

Saturday morning before half-seven, Pandu took the time to send a chat to Laras. He knew the girl was getting ready to go to teach.

"August, baby.

Thx for yesterday's moment."

I love you."

There's no answer. Over half an hour, the notification reads.

"I will remember.

Thx to your kiss.

Be careful of the way to the airport, yes.

See you next.

I (emotion love) you."

Pandu smile. This morning the girl again made her chest rustle.

"Please keep the condition.

Today is a full schedule for you.

GBU"

"Not yet deliv, it seems that Laras has entered the class," inward Pandu.

At nine he left. After breakfast soto chicken rice bought mbok Siti. Not forgetting a glass of warm tea.

Today he asked the middle-aged woman not to cook the side dish. Just wash clothes and iron and clean. Replace bed linens in private rooms as well as adjoining rooms. She told me that her mother would stay a day at her service home.

Ask tomorrow Sunday morning so that mbok Siti does not have a holiday. Even come early. To make breakfast for his mother.

"Good doc. Be careful on the road."

"Thank you, mbok."

Along the way almost two hours Pandu lit the playlist. Queen songs, Bon Jovi to Bruno Mars. Accompanying solitude. Sometimes he hummed.

"Coba Laras can accompany. Why is there a schedule clash?"

Situation out of his control. There was little concern about my mother's reaction. From Laras, it seems that the girl made Pandu calmer.

To divert the heartbreak, Pandu stopped for a moment at a minimarket. Rest and use the toilet. Buy a glass of warm cappucino and snack. A potato chips taste seeweed. Dorayaki cake too.

Ten o'clock more his phone rang.

Mama called was about to take off.

"Everybody, it's me at the airport."

There are lots of streets on weekends like this. Many are refreshing to the city. Once entering the city center is a bit jammed. Creeping solid. Expatriates and professionals working in the interior seem to be spilling over. Alone, with their spouse or with their family.

Malls, shopping malls, cinemas and shops look crowded. The airport highway is also not empty.

At half twelve Pandu has been in the arrival waiting room. Crowded atmosphere. He wants to call Laras.

"Ehm, usually the class is over at this hour."

The number of the girlfriend. There's no answer.

The man sent a message :

"I'm at the airport.

You've been out of your way.

May I call?"

There is an immediate answer:

"Sori mas, there's a supervisor.

Yysan factory staff.

Checking the facilities."

Guide typing message again:

"Ok, remember eating that by sblum brkt."

"Ready dock." (emotion laughs)

"Please stay fit.

Meet camer (emotion smile)"

"Yes (emotion victory)

"Take care."

"Don't worry. Bye."

Pandu smile. The barrel always has a way of making it comfortable. He then sat there waiting while surfing on the phone screen. Some friendship sosmed pages. There's no update.

Only submissions quates, advice also promotions and advertisements. Pandu is not a social minded type.

Twelve o'clock the plane that the mother was riding landed on.

The phone rang" Mama's landed. Waiting for the baggage."

"Okay mom, I'm waiting at the arrival door."

The guide directs the view on the arrival passenger corridor. In the distance, my mom waved her hand.

With a classy look, he is always chic to match fashion. Looks fresh and beautiful at the age of half a century. Dragging a medium-sized metallic black suitcase.

Pandu kissed the hand of the mama, "Currently yes, ma."

Soon he took over the mother's suitcase.

"Yes, thank goodness. No delay on weekends."

"Ehm you're on your own. Your boyfriend...."

"Later Pandu tell me. Let's get some food, okay."

"Mama is hungry too."

They walked along the corridor to the parking area. Many restaurants, depots and souvenir shops are also minimarkets along the side of the arrival terminal.

"Food of the Field would you, ma?"

"Mama keep kolestrol. The others."

"What's mama want?"

"Food from fish. Boil-boil or soup, let's be healthier."

Pandu shows a restaurant in the corner of that location. A special place provides a variety of soups and pepes from fish.

My mom chose salmon soup. Pandu pepes mackerel fish. While they eat they talk.

Pandu tells the situation of the girlfriend. That match and my mother's plan to meet him.

"Ehm, so she's a girl but a hobby of coaching balls? There's just..."

"Yes ma, once a women's futsal athlete on his campus.

"Have known mama. Pram many stories."

"What else did Pram tell you?"

"He's a kindergarten teacher. Graduates of early education degree. Meeting you while taking his student to the puskesmas."

" Mom should know her whole story from me."

Pandu tells in detail. How Laras helped the student, the way the girl treated her students. Also the kids of the football team he trained. His innocence and cheerfulness.

"So you fell in love because of that?"

"The guide loves because of the character he is, ma."

"That's just the beginning of Pandu. People can pretend."

"The guide sure ma. The barrel is what it is."

"Hormones in love last at most only six months," she said in her heart.

"You know his family and his social environment?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"How long has it been?"

"Ehm, over these four months."

"That's a short time, son."

"But Pandu is sure of him, ma."

"What is her parent, what is her brother?"

Pandu said that both of Laras' parents are dead. Single child barrel. She's been living with her grandmother for three years. He lives in the village but his family is in this town.

Pandu had only realized during this time Laras only told about the bude family, the mother's sister. There is no story of the father's family. They are said to live on the opposite island. That'sallthatis.

"So he's an orphan now?"

Pandu. Nodding weakly.

"Where did his father or mother work?"

"His father was a chicken farmer. His mother used to be administrative staff at the palm oil mill."

Mama looked at the firstborn. Pandu, Drive. It seems like the girl that is loved is just an ordinary girl. If according to the story of the child, the mother guessed, they must be a lower middle class family.

When compared to Casandra Sutoyo and his family is very different. Also with Bella's family, her sister's boyfriend. Like the earth and the sky.

"Mama, it would be nice to meet Laras later. The aura she's different, ma."

"Is it different?"

"Be him humble and gentle."

Mama said, "Originally not inferior."

After lunch Pandu took mama around the city of this province.

Mama agreed to the second option. He doesn't want to watch the show. Choose around to get a beautiful view of the province. Then pick up Pandu's girlfriend on the road to where the son is on duty.

This is the first experience of stopping to this vast provincial city.

They go to some of the icons of the city, the city center and its business district. Incidentally there are tourist attractions such as museums as well as beach walk places to hang out.

"All right now to find a new atmosphere. Everyday you just go from home to the laboratory, the hospital, back home. That's it, " said the mother.

"Sabar ma, soon mama will be able to rest. Retirement."

"Eat him. After retirement, my mom wants to have a grandchild. Who can marry first. You or Pram. No problem for my mom. If your father really wants you to get married. The candidate does not yet exist. It's not clear."

Pandu smiled thinly. The ideals of most of the elderly, he whispered.

"Your mother lives in peace and quiet."

"Yes ma, Pandu understands."

Meanwhile in the village of Laras. At two o'clock in the afternoon all prepare to leave for the stadium. Players, both coaches and supporters.

Two small buses are going. Banners and small drums were transported. Yel, yel is prepared with practice. There's extras.

Go..go.red team go for win!

Returns, Yes, Yes!

Cool, the creation of Mr. Sofyan and Mr. Erland. Not to lose like the English league on television. As long as there are no 'hooligans' aka uncoordinated ball rioters aka dolls.

Football is a popular sport. There is no fault of fans from all walks of life. Poor rich, town village, old young, female man. Just crazy balls.

"Remember the team, fight spirit and uphold sportsmanship!"

"Yes, coach!"

Until the stadium, the opposing team was already in action. Warm up and bring more supporters.

Pandu chatted to Laras.

"After the stadium?"

"Yes, just now. Lgs warming up."

"Good luck's. I'll meet with my mom."

"Thx."

Laras did not have time to pound and think how he would meet the girlfriend's mother. The girl chose to focus on this crucial fight. A big moment for the team.

"Whatever the reaction of mama mas Pandu, it happened," Inner Laras.

Game's starting. Directly at fast tempo. Attack each other. Both coaches signal to lower the rhythm of the game. But the children carried away the pattern of the opponent.

The team in light purple uniforms and the white pants were pressing against the red team. Various actions in the face of the goal make the heart beat.

"Hold Sofyan. Edo discipline !"

Coach Jamil yelled from the sidelines.

Baras just stared anxiously at the team. They, the children who played it were self-exciting in the early minutes.

Looks like a little red team. Finally, a defensive pattern.

The last minute was an unexpected goal. Beautiful and curved kick from the corner of the field. Opponent supporters cheering in excitement.

A blank one-on-one score, for the opposing team.

During break breaks, the head coach makes a new tactic.

"Reno and Bian make the ball from foot to foot. The middle player helps attack. The one behind remains disciplined."

"Edo, you can go up helping the attack and if there is a dangerous ball immediately down help the defense."

The kids nodded.

"Edo has to be good at reading situations, okay!" Laras added.

Edo the bongsor is the captain of the team as well as a playmaker.

Applause and a small drum kit of supporters are mutually unpretentious.

Yes yes! Be reunited. Go to wiiiinnn!

The kids are getting excited. Two more goals were scored. One from a free-kick from Reno and one from the penalty spot by Bian returned.

Coach Jamil is grateful. The barrel welcomes the player running towards the coach. Hugging and patting the backs of the little players.

The goal was created because the goalkeepers of both opposing teams played far below the performance of the main goalkeeper who was replaced due to an ankle injury. This situation is one of the red team luck. Until the whistle sounds loud the sign of the game is over.

All the red team members embraced. Immediately go to both coaches to do toss.

A final score of four against one for the red team.

"Go..go...red team go for win!"

Unpredictably, the red team won and entered the semifinals. They celebrate around the field.

Meanwhile, outside the field, Pandu's car entered the parking area. The crowd cheers were heard coming out.

"May there be a miracle. Team Laras can win, " whispered Pandu in his heart.

Pandu wants to invite the mother into the stands.

Mom refused. He waited in the car while Pandu picked Laras inside.

Laras' phone did not answer when it was called.

The man walked towards the edge of the field. Heading towards the red team that looked rested.

From the cheers and scenery in the stands, Pandu knows the red team won.

"Well, how can we excuse us first?"

"Ehm patient, I have permission from coach Jamil and the parents' representative."

"Yes." Yeah."

Wait while chatting with the kids. While Laras conveyed what before leaving their village he had spoken to Jamil.

Pandu's absence in accompanying them and the arrival of the mother.

Coach Jamil and Sofyan's father can understand. Laras thanks for that.

"Come, mas. I'm ready to go home first."

Pandu turned his head towards Jamil and nodded his head as a sign of gratitude.

At five o'clock in the afternoon.

They walked out after Laras asked permission to go to the toilet first. Wash your face and clean yourself. Replace the shirt with a white hoodie, the girlfriend's gift. His little black backpack also holds compact powder and lipstick. Of course the girl put on a little makeup on her face.

"You're fresher and prettier wearing it."

"Thank you. You choose for me."

They both laughed a little. Hand of the Guide holds the shoulder of the girlfriend.

The mother happened to look over and see the scene earlier.

As a mother, she could not deny that her son looked comfortable walking together with the girl. Smiles and the way they look at each other.

"Ma, this is Baras."

"Good afternoon, Auntie."

The mother smiled. Thin. His eyes can not be separated from the appearance of Baras.

Unostentatious. Plain. Cute. Sweet too.

The girl grabbed Mama Pandu's hand and kissed the back of her palm.

Well-mannered.

"Ehm done with the game?"

"Already, Aunt."

"Team protege Laras won. In the next round, ma."

This time Pandu told me enthusiastically.

"Ehm, let's go" the mother asked.

Mama sat in the front beside the son who was driving, while Laras sat in the back seat.

Mama mas Pandu is very fashionable. Elegantly. Classy. Although the body is quite contained but the look of the face is maximally maintained.

The barrel begins to break.

Pandu invites his mother and girlfriend to have an afternoon meal. The reason for him is because during the one-hour trip to the puskesmas, restaurants are getting rarer. Not much choice. The atmosphere was also quiet and dark.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever."

" How about if we're looking for chinesse food, yeah. Laras agrees?"

"Byeah, mas."

So he called 'gold' to my son.

"Ma, how?"

"Yes, my mom will eat only capcay vegetables. Diet dikits. The body is starting to bloom, huh.

"Sip ..ayo, we're going around this town first."

The guide directs the car to the town square. Find a destination restaurant. Near the big store.

"We have arrived. Come on ma, come on Laras."

The three of them entered and Pandu chose a place, a round table containing four chairs, in the corner of the room.

After sitting a waiter waiting beside the table records the order. They see a menu list.

"So mama order capcay chicken huh. I'm fried shrimp rice. You what Laras?"

"Chicken fried rice only, mas?"

"Ma, need to be added fuyunghai or....

"No."

"Drink?"

"Mama iced orange."

"I'm the same, iced orange."

"Without?"

"Mineral water, thank you."

Pandu repeating order.

"Please wait, the order is ready!" the waiter said as he passed politely.

Discussion continues. Feels kind of stiff. The mother asked for a routine job. Also the son.

Pandu switched topics about the atmosphere of the provincial city and the city of this district.

"A lot of people are here too?" say mama.

"Yes, there are a few industries here. Palm oil processing plant, paper mill, sugar mill and also petroleum mining, Auntie."

Baras long story. Also about the history of this city.

Mama nodded. His eyes did not come from Laras.

Pretty smart.

" Even on the coast there's oil drilling, ma."

"Yes, yes."

"At the location of the puskesmas later a little quiet, ma. Surrounded by oil palm."

"Mama would know."

Order coming. They enjoy the dishes. Light chatter is still coloring.

"Ehm Laras in addition to the hobby of the ball, there are other hobbies?"

Pandu immediately replied, "He likes to make cakes - pastries, ma. I'm often asked to do some trial."

"Yes, that's good."

"Still learning, Auntie."

Not too tomboyish. Fortunately, it is not a boxing hobby. Mama batin.

"Like gardening or something?"

"There's a little orchard in the yard, Auntie."

"Ma, Laras knows that I like to keep orchids, really."

The mother laughed.

"This guide has a soft soul, different from the younger brother."

"Yes, Aunt. I also feel like Pandu is gentle, like nothing."

"Eits but make no mistake, he likes rock songs!"

"Because that's why Laras likes me, ma. I'm unique, aren't I Laras?"

The barrel laughed.

I hope my son is not hurt by this girl. Mama kept on beating.

"Thank you, Laras wants to try to understand Pandu's character. Um, this Pandu."

The son grabbed the girl's arm. The two men looked at each other and smiled at each other.

Mama caught the gelagat. There is good chemistry between them.

"This girl seems good. But Pandu just got to know, what if he has a mask?" my mother often spoke to herself in her heart.

The dish is over. They continue their journey.

Mama talked about the medical cases that the son usually handled in the area. Things that can be handled are also other serious situations. Cases of referrals to more complete fasks as well as programs for prevention. Sometimes the mother gives advice and explains her point of view on certain cases.

Conversations are exciting because their fields are the same.

The barrel is more silent. The girl heard the story of the mother and child carefully.

"It looks like mas Pandu is quite close and open to the mother. Um tends to be a little spoiled," he whispered in his mind.

"Try Sandra. Must've been exciting. We talked about medical work, "this time it's my mom who's passionate.

"Laras Love. I have to shift the topic, huh." Another Pandu inner chat.

"Ehm, ma Laras is a sports hobby. So he always looks fit and fit. There are many activities."

"Goodoo. Being young should be. Just keep going."

"Thank you, Aunt."

"I'm often embarrassed, because it's not intense."

"You're more concerned with medical books. Sometimes it's ball."

"Yes, this is Laras challenging me to play badminton again."

Mama again whispered in her heart, "Ehm, this girl is at least a good influence. Life is healthier for my son."

"Nutritional eating should also be balanced. Not just sports."

"Yes, ma. Nih, Laras often sends side dishes to me, especially on weekends. Mbok is on Sunday off."

"Yes?"

Uh, Pandu likes to exaggerate. Just once, I picked up a side dish. That's grandma's cooking. Baras smiled faintly as he spoke in the heart.

"I don't look fuller, ma?"

"At least your face is not so thin. "

"That's because I like to ask for food at Laras' house."

"Don't you cook?"

"Clearly dong ma. Especially cooked with heart. Aren't you, Laras?"

The girl smiled hearing the story of the boyfriend who she thought was a little exaggerated.

Pandu's laughter broke, while the mother continued to bathe.

"The guide looks so adoring to this girl."

"Where are you going on holidays or weekends?"

"Where are we Laras?"

Pandu glanced at the girlfriend.

"Ehm, the ball field."

Baras said spontaneously.

Mama laughed. Good, I hope the answer is honest.

"Then yes?"

"real ma. Sunday morning is the schedule of Laras training children's balls in the village here. With the main coach. I always accompany and encourage him."

"So you're medical team reinforcements, are you?"

"You could say so."

"Bell it!"

The car enters the puskesmas neighborhood. Pandu slowing down. He didn't put it in the garage as he used to, because he'd have to drive Laras home soon.

Almost at half-time eight in the evening.