Constellations of Love

Chapters 30. Grey day

This week the busyness at school began to increase because the mini library space has been built.

Just filling out a collection book. Some book donations for children are given by the foundation. Parents whose economy is a little able also give picture books.

Although the students were not yet fluent in reading, some class B children began to spell the capital letters of the book title. Then their teacher's mother will read the story and tell them. At recess or after school.

Although the collection has not been much, the three-fired wooden shelves in the corner of the room have been filled in half. There are twelve thick books containing the story of the world of animals and plants. Ten books of folklore written in short and simple versions. There are four books about the daily activities of pre-school children up to the age of seven.

"Let the children sit neatly, the mother read the story of the good-natured and cheerful sheep, " invite Laras at the end of the study hours after. There were seven children who had not been picked up at the time. Third day of the week.

"Yes, my teacher....!"

They were sitting on the floor with plastic mats with superhero pictures.

"Hem, teacher why does the little lamb always lead his friend?" ask Fero, class B kid.

"Yes right, are there other sheep with bigger bodies?" Sari asked not to lose.

" Look at the children.although this lamb is still a child but he is smart and likes to have fun. So all the other sheep loved it.

"Lho his mother loved to sing too. Big and fat sheep that one is more unlucky because naughty likes to bother. Ha ha ha. .."Kemal added.

"Hem is a friend of the sheep, the little dog is smart too" Edo said.

"But little sheep often play with the dog who likes the jail," Ningrum licked.

"Playing and making friends can be with anyone, as long as they both love each other."

Laras emphasized a message to his students.

"Betul Bu teacher, we are children of class B also dear to the younger siblings of class A," Rido, a calm class B student, explained.

The story ends when one by one the children begin to be picked up. Except for Kemal, who nutut Bu Laras go home later.

"Tomorrow read another story yes teacher. I'm going home late" said Kemal.

Barrel smiled, understand. Kemal the little one who is more lonely in his home.

"Yes, I'll read the story of a kid your age who wants to learn to ride a mini bike."

"Thank you Ma. I also want to have a bike, then learn to ride it, like Budi's."

Laras looked at the thin and dark-skinned little guy. Budi's best friend, who has not started school due to injury while practicing ball.

"Next week Budi has started to attend, but you two play with heart yes, because Budi has just healed."

"Yes, buk....!"

After taking Kemal down in front of his grandfather's house, Laras went on a trip to the market. Buy a depleted store stock needs. Grandma asked to buy six textbooks for fine writing, a dozen black pencils and a dozen pencil erasers.

At half-time, Baras got home again. His stomach is hungry.

Grandma welcomed and they had lunch together while telling her about the competition match tomorrow afternoon.

"Well, Grandma, there is a miracle to go to the next round. "

"Yes sure. Everyone in the village was talking about the ball game. If grandma is not tired quickly want to also watch the stadium."

Barrel smiled. At the age of seventy years, the grandmother is still healthy. Occasionally complain of pain and joint pain and sometimes heart palpitations increase.

When grandmothers are invited to check into the puskesmas always refuse. For fear of taking medication and being injected. Grandma often remembered and felt traumatized by the story of her mother Laras pain. Full of sadness because he had to take drugs of many types, injected and undergo dialysis up to five times before he gave up and died.

Consumption of banquet became the mainstay of grandmother. Talking to neighbors and filling the day with knitting is a routine that makes grandmother happy.

Barrels tried to understand. Ever bersit asked for help Pandu to give understanding to grandma.

But the hardness of the grandmother's heart made Laras stop acting.

"As long as Grandma is still in normal activities, there is no need to see a doctor."

That's his reason. For grandma calling Norman or Herman, her two wandering grandchildren is more of a panacea.

But at the bottom of the heart Laras still have a desire so that he and Pandu can one day persuade grandmother to check up.

At the end of the day at eight o'clock, Pandu called. Apologize not to call all day because there is a sudden assignment to another sub-district puskesmas which is forty kilometers, until the afternoon. Visit of district health department supervisor. Continue sharing with the head of the puskesmas there.

The doctor was sitting resting and extended his legs in a wooden chair, his official home.

"Mas, is dinner yet?"

"It has. It was my senior who was the head there. Mas Burhan with his wife."

"Thank God."

"Have you eaten?"

"Have dong, with grandma. Today's menu soto chicken with a lot of koya."

"So I ate Padang cuisine. Fish gulai. Um, how about tomorrow's fight?"

"It's ready, ma'am. Last afternoon, coach Jamil called, he said the manager of the GA factory wanted to come watch. He made a personal donation, a box of liquid milk for the players."

"Oya, great. I'll try to drive you too."

"The coach will be on the bus, but is it okay to go alone?"

"Can I take the bus too, right? If you lack a seat, you will buy me, ha ha ha..."

"Mas. This is no time to joke!"

"Yes, yes.don't get angry. Later I can get anxious and want to kiss you."

Laras. Because of the busyness of Pandu, there are emergency patients, official visits, meetings so their longing is only treated through a cellphone connection.

"Tomorrow we will meet, it has been three days just call or send a message. So you can't kiss you on the double. Um, after the fight is over of course."

Pandu Laughter stuck at the end of there.

Barrels.

" Find the opportunity in narrowness, mas Pandu, "the mind.

Lucky her cellular data packet ran out. If not, the boyfriend has asked for a video call. Pandu's face that is teasing him will make Laras more jutek again. But if you want to be honest, he also misses the babble of the girlfriend.

"Look at tomorrow. Yes, I'm sorry I'm sleepy. It was eight laps around the corner" the girl ended the call.

"Eits, what's the ritual?"

"Eh, um.met night, met sleep.I love mas."

Clik. Cellphone closed.

Pandu is a little irritated. Still want to chat but the boyfriend just closed the conversation.

Not lost his mind, the man wrote an SMS message.

"Room, baby. I love you.

Dreaming of me in your sleep.

Bye, see you tomorrow."

No answer until the next morning.

"Yes thx."

Short and solid answer.

This Thursday morning, the teacher's mother was still teaching until half an afternoon. Until the house rests and eats. At two o'clock is already in the yard next to the factory, with a jum bik. He gathered with the players and the main coach and a row of parents who helped take his sons to the game.

Pandu has not yet arrived. Laras tried to contact him. The mobile phone is active but not lifted. The girl sent a short message.

"Mas, sorry I left first. With two buses."

There is also no immediate answer.

"Mas if you want to follow please.

We'll meet you at the stadium."

"Please tell me. thx."

Until the stadium. A short message was received by Laras.

"I have an emergency patient.

It's in an ambulance. Kud accompanied.

Let me call you again. Thx."

The girl immediately typed an answer.

"smg cpt handle.

take care, mymas."

No further communication.

Laras sighed. The girl nodded.

"Hopefully mas Pandu managed to handle. Heavy duty saving one's soul."

The match lasted exactly four in the afternoon. The crowd cheers sound great.

Opponents in purple shirts and white pants appear to dominate.

Coach Jamil's red team and Laras fall to wake up playing defensive.

Barrels can't hide the tension. Repeatedly yelling at the goalkeeper.

"Sofyan remained calm. Focus up!"

Occasionally the counterattack of the red team forward managed to make the opponent surprised. Almost made a goal. A kick of Reno's ball hit the opponent's goalpost and the ball off the field.

A few minutes later the red team again had a chance to score.

"Edo, Bian attack from the right!"

The shouting of Baras made the so-called player follow his instructions. The ball was stolen by the opponent's foot.

Coach Jamil just walked back and forth while biting his lips. Signals to go forward and bring the ball out of defense yourself.

The first half ended in a series. Empty empty. But statistically the match must be recognized the opposing team is superior.

During the second break the coach cheered the players. They hope to play free. Not tense. Because the situation is unbalanced.

The spectators from both sides fought with each other. Yel-yel alternates.

Although a little bit of the Kembangsari team like playing without weight in the second half. They enjoy enjoying the rhythm of the game.

The opposing team played hard. Tend hard. A goal they managed to score in the final minutes.

The result of the match scored an empty one-on-one for the victory of the purple team, opponents from the village in the city sub-district.

Despite the defeat, the red team did not seem too disappointed. Playing until the quarter-finals and getting into the last eight is the best achievement.

Red team sportsmanship gets long applaus audience. Not playing hard. Compare with the purple team who pocketed three yellow cards. The red team plays fair play. Lose honorably.

Both coaches are proud of their children. Although some children look sad, the coach comforts them.

This year's results are an encouragement for evaluation and improving achievement later. There is still an event ahead of independence day. The bergilir pak regati. It's year four. Last year the red team entered the top ten of the twenty-two teams competing.

If the competition that took place this is a selection of sports and arts week in the district. The champions will be sent to the provincial level. So, up to the national level.

Until late afternoon and Laras has rested and only after bathing. A call from the lover was received.

The motor accident patient was a father who would pick up his wife at the market. Crashed into an oil palm truck. Had a severe concussion and died in the handling of RS in the city. Once until the ER.

Laras. His mind was sad to hear it. It must be hard for the father's family as well as for the medical team including Pandu.

The girl remembered the memory of her father's story. The age of the barrel was about nine years. Father died in a single accident while riding a motorcycle on a trans Sumatra road. While on the way will meet a friend for the purchase of chick seedlings for his livestock business.

The vague memory appeared.

"Related, Baras...," Pandu's voice from afar, responding to an unrequited conversation.

"Your partner is still there?"

"Ehm, Yep. Yes mas. Sorry."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry I remembered my father. Almost similar events....."

"I'm sorry......"

"Mas not wrong."

Pandu slightly regretted giving the info earlier via phone. He forgot that Laras' father had the same fate as his father just now.

Imagine the face of the girl he accidentally made sad.

"I'm sorry, insensitive, I've told you this."

"Yes, mas. "

"It's the new mas until the puskesmas. After you shower and eat, I'll go to your place."

"Mas rest first. Today must be hard for Pandu."

"Wait not another hour until your house."

"I feel guilty. It just told my story. About the reason for my absence accompanying Laras it was time for his team to compete. Then this event opened up the memory of her sadness as well. I didn't ask him what his story was today. That match. Very selfish, I'm this."

Pandu incessantly battered.

Forty minutes later, the doctor was in the living room of his girlfriend.

Laras is about the fight. Even if their team loses but there is still pride. Lose honorably. Better than last year.

Laras also apologized for making the lover also enter the grief of the father's affair.

Pandu hugging Laras. Strengthened himself by experiencing emotional shocks by his childhood trauma. Losing my father at a very young age.

"There was once a surrogate grandfather. His role is very big, making me not long sad. Maybe because it's too small, my mom. I am grateful to know the father. There is a friend of mine who until now, never knew who his father was. His mother closed the story of his father. He said he died while he was still in the womb."

"Yes, thank goodness. Have you and your mom moved in and lived here?"

"Yes, we used to live near the town. That house is now in my father-in-law's wear. It is even said to be behind the name in the name of Mr. Lik. Mom just resigned, but it was the work of father and mother."

Pandu. There are so many stories about the lover. Again the man secretly compares with his life. Relatively smooth no weight problems. Only papa demands for maximum performance.

"Ehm, Laras' toughness must have been formed from many bitter events in his life."

Scout tightened the girl's body. Barrel's head that fell on his left shoulder he's propped up with his hands.

"Hmm, can I ask you something?"

"What's that?"

"Did you often have a hard day like now? I mean the patient who died?"

Pandu sighed.

"This is the third. First, when I was co ***. There was a baby short of breath and turning blue. Spasm. Delayed to medical facility. Then a young mother who went through a very difficult birth process. Time in Aceh. Today is the third."

"How you feel as a doctor."

"By the way, we in the medical world have to be mentally prepared to experience something like this. Maximum effort has certainly been done to help. Sometimes there's something out of our control that's at work."

"There are often miracles, too?"

"There were a few times. It's hard to tell. But there is one event I still remember. A mother who almost lost her baby. It was giving birth. The baby had a congenital heart defect and had almost stopped its beat. Suddenly the mother's parents came and prayed fervently. Crying them. The mother of the baby apologized for being so disobedient to her parents. A moment later the little one's heartbeat returned to normal."

Laras was amazed by the story of the lover.

Between believing and not believing.

But there is always a miracle for sincerity.

"Mas, I'm proud that Pandu works for humanity."

"Every job has risks, challenges and contributions to our lives. So the teacher was a wonderful devotion."

"Thank you, mas. When gray like today, if we mean it turns out there is a beautiful hidden story as well."

Pandu kisses the lover's forehead.

The two of them today experienced a heavy and emotionally draining moment. But facing them both felt lighter.