Constellations of Love

Chapter 32. The ex

On Sunday morning, there is a regular ball training schedule to welcome the August match. Pandu promised to accompany Laras to train the children.

A call from Pram interrupts Pandu's morning. Six o'clock in the morning. The younger brother was jogging in Senayan with Bella and Sandra.

Requesting video call.

"Lu doctor, but it's really bad for gestures!"

Pandu is still in his pajamas and rubbing his eyes. Still slowly evaporating.

The three familiar creatures across there are already in style with the famous brand's tight sportware. Then the human with the same style becomes the back ground.

Pandu suddenly remembered Laras who liked to run around the dam.

"There's an emergency patient.so get up late."

The spontaneous reason the brother lied so as not to be a monthly month.

"Lu lied, kali. Looks just woke up with a happy aura begity. Weekly night with whom?"

Pram winked. Giving a sign of pretending not to know.

"Awas you, Pram took two girls!"

Pandu is annoyed and wants to avenge the behavior of his sister.

They were three.

"Sandra said there's no partner."

Pram's hand hugged the two little girls next to him. The two girls of one frequency were waving their hands towards the screen. With spoiled style.

The lazy Scout replied and smiled thinly.

"Udah continue your dating dream..we want to sport first and mejeng, well..."

Pram turned off the phone.

Pandu rushed to prepare to drive his girlfriend.eminum.deglas of warm water in the kitchen. Sitting for a moment. Then

shower, breakfast loaf bread with chocolate jam. A glass of sweet tea.

Passing the small road to the garage and greeting the picket paramedics. There was one hospital patient giving birth. Already in the care midwife's handle.

The doctor drove his car to his girlfriend's house. Seven or less ten minutes were ready to pick up the lover at his house.

The barrel was only after helping Grandma sweep the front yard. Bik Jum shop for vegetables and side dishes at the market. The girl asked her boyfriend to wait. A glass of water has been served accompanied by a syringe made by Laras.

After breakfast a glass of vanilla-flavored cereal, the girl excused herself.

"Sir, Laras left first with mas Pandu

Grandma who was clean in the store agreed and ordered lunch at home later. Laras nodded and kissed the back of the grandmother's hand.

They both headed to the ball field near the factory.

"Today is just an exercise routine. For the maintenance of strength and muscle flexibility of the players. The end of July will start the game."

"So every year there are two competitions?"

"Three or four, ma'am. For Porseni, Augustusan, the largest SSB Galaliga Birthday in the district city. Occasional competitions between other villages."

"Yes, yeah."

"There used to be an official assistant coach of Jamil. I'm just helping out a little."

"That means you've been playing this ball since you started college?"

"Since high school has often played in the village. There's one girl friend like me, who likes football

Name's Devika. He's the son of Kapolsek. Now move to the city. He is now married and does not continue his hobby. "

Pandu just smiled glancing at Laras who was fanatically telling.

Get to the field. Coach Jamil is ready. The players arrive. There is one sight that makes the mood barrel down.

Dito hangs out on Tiger's bike at the edge of the parking lot. Stylish cool and neat. Brown leather jacket with black jeans. Not to miss the dark glasses. A cigarette hung on his lips. It's almost like Mission Impossible.

Initially Laras pura did not see. But what power did the man say hello first.

"Hey Laras is beautiful, met morning!"

The guide who just came out of the door next to the girl certainly turned his head as soon as his girlfriend's name was called. His face was on the man.

The barrel went wrong. He just grinned. Then immediately pull the lover's wrist to get away from the parking lot.

"Who is Baras? Looks like the officer I saw at the stadium first...."

Pandu reassured himself. Glanced again at the figure of the man. Still hanging out on the bike while chatting with some people like him who know him, who want to see training.

"Not to think about it. A fun old friend. Just here, I'll join the kids first."

The barrel ran to the front of the goal where the boys were doing warm-up gymnastics. Talk to the main coach and then also give instructions. The players came and the training started.

Pluit sounds make attention focus cues. Jamil asked everyone to run around the field.

Scouts as usual sit behind the goal posts where the bags of the players and their drink dus put.

The audience rehearsed that day just a little bit. About two dozen people. That's mostly the boys, the players' friends. The players parents are also among them. The scorching sun that stung that morning was probably one of the reasons not many young families spent time there.

"Hey, can you sit here?"

The heavy voice of a man shocked Pandu.

"Please."

"You're Laras' friend? The official team?"

"Hem, I'm coach Laras' lover?"

"O... yeah?"

The man sat down and opened his sunglasses. Staring at Pandu. Full inquiring.

"Include me, Pandu."

Hand size of palanquin is welcomed weakly. Shake hands with just a little touch of the palm.

"Dito."

Deg. Right, that guy. Pandu.

"Have you been dating Laras?"

The question came out of Dito's lips.

"It's been six months."

"Where are you from?"

"Jakarta."

"So it's true you're the doctor at the puskesmas?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You mean it with Baras?"

Getting questions like that certainly makes Pandu uncomfortable.

"You mean?"

"Doctor Pandu, are you and Laras having a serious relationship?"

"Sorry who? Why ask about our personal questions?"

"Me, Baras' ex-girlfriend."

The guide sat down, "I know. It's just the past. You have nothing to do with Laras anymore. I have no right to ask that."

Laras who from a distance saw Dito approaching Pandu, asked Jamil's permission to meet them to the edge of the field.

The girl felt that something made her feel bad.

"Mas Pandu, what's wrong?"

The question was raised when the girl watched the two men looking at each other with unsympathetic faces.

"By the way, your taste buds change?"

Dito pretended to know.

Pandu swerved towards Dito. Then glanced at Laras.

"Dito, please don't bother us!"

"I'm not interrupting. Just confirm, are you guys seriously dating?"

"Sorry you don't need to know and don't have the right to know!"

Pandu's tone is rising. Jealousy began to slip in the chest.

"Mas, be patient."

Baras holding Pandu's hand. Smiling tries to calm.

Dito looked up at his ex-girlfriend.

"Dito, please leave us. We have no relationship. It's all over. Let's live each other's lives!"

"Laras, Laras don't lie to yourself. Is he just a runaway for you?"

Pandu is barely able to control himself hearing Dito is now suppressing the lover.

"Hey, be careful when you talk!"

The barrel stood in the middle of the two of them.

"Mas wait here. Please, just give me a chance to talk to Dito. Oh, believe me. Please." whispered Laras trying to stay calm.

The girl felt like she had to solve this problem with her ex.

"Dito, I want to talk to you alone. Help me!"

Barrel walked away from the two men who started to look tense.

Dito followed Laras. While Pandu felt forced to give trust to Laras and let them talk. However, Pandu's gaze continued to follow the movements of the two.

About forty meters from the original spot, Laras started talking to Dito. The girl tried her hardest to set her heart in order to speak well with the ex whom she knew very often acted to provoke the situation and was very reactive.

"Dito, I ask with great respect, can you accept the fact that we're just friends now?"

"Sssst Laras, I just want to know if he's serious about you? "

"Why Dito?"

"I still care about you....!"

"Okey, thank you for your concern. "

"Why has your taste changed? That flat guy. Because of his profession? Just escape? Usually you like the athletic and macho like me...."

"Lookin Dito. It's none of your business. People can change. Our story is long over. We are both adults now. I never bothered you either. So please, forget me. Please, I'm happy with Pandu. I hope you'll be happy with your choice, too...."

"I'm sorry..Barrels."

Dito's voice slightly decreased in tension.

"Thank you Dito, please understand yes. I pray you'll meet the right girl someday. You're a good man."

"Yes I hope so. But if you break up with her, there's still me. Come back to me."

"Here we go, we pray for each other. Please, yes.and thank you."

The girl passed. Don't want to talk long. All the stories with Dito are memories. Baras doesn't want to be trapped anymore.

He walked towards Pandu who was talking with Jamil. While the kids are training themselves. Heating movement.

While Dito went to the parking lot.

Pandu greeted the lover.

"The problem is over, mother."

The man touched his girlfriend's shoulder. Both approached the main coach.

" Kang Jamil, I'm sorry. "

"Are you okay?"

Laras.

Jamil said goodbye and returned to the field. Then ask for a break. Drinking breaks for players.

"What was with that guy just now?"

Pandu asked while still showing his dislike for Dito's attitude.

"Did you like that too? Pressing and forcing?"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Pandu looked at the lovers eyes. Wanna make sure. Hopefully it's true. But far in the corner of the heart even though jealousy is still left, the man salutes the Laras attitude. Brave and tough to face his ex.

Baras smiled at him. Convince the lover.

Coach main blew whistle.

"I joined the kids again. Just stay here. Can also take candid photos again...."

The girl smiled to distract Pandu.

"certain. Remember the cool style again...."

The barrel laughed and passed.

Second session exercise. Matchment. The team is divided into two. With and without green vest. Only half a serving. One-on-one position is empty for the victory of the team vests.

There is a brief evaluation and discussion. Message the coaches and training plans next week. Preparation for august race.

At half-ten the whole exercise ended.

After all the players went home, Laras excused himself to his senior.

Jamil is still talking with Sofyan's parents, the goalkeeper who often helps the team prepare.

"We go straight home, Mom. It was my grandmother's promise to eat at home."

Pandu nodded and clasped the hand of the lover as he walked towards the car.

After sitting in the seat, the man showed several poses of the lover photographed from a distance.

The barrel is jumping, clenching hands. Patting the backs of the child players and picking up the ball from the sidelines.

They both laughed.

"Ehm, yes. After eating, may I have something to ask you?"

"What?"

"Go with me for driving practice. Not tired, was it?"

"Can. Thanks mas. When does badminton start?"

"Try me first look.maybe Wednesday afternoon can."

"What is the exercise in GOR factory only. There are two badminton courts in it. Later I permit Mr. Ali, the manager of the building as well as Ningrum's parents, my students."

"Oh yeah? Extraordinary people join in there?"

"Open to the public. But if not factory employees there will be a levy. If it is not wrong to come around five thousand rupiah per person. Confirm first. So as not to clash with another schedule."

"Can deh. Try to call the manager."

"Usually Saturday and Sunday the schedule is definitely full. But try to call him tomorrow, yeah Mas."

Until home, they eat after the Baras clean themselves and change clothes. The red t-shirt and black training that was worn earlier turned into a baby blue sweater t-shirt that read Girls. Dark blue denim pants. Fresh and.msnis.

Unfortunately, they did not wear a couple shirt.

Smile towards the girl.

The menu presented in the form of cob fish pepes and vegetable stir-fry kale and krupuk become more delicious.

Laras again asked the grandmother's permission to practice driving. And promised to come home before evening.

Half at twelve. The guide directs the car to no man's land which is often made learning to ride a motorcycle or drive a car.

That hot day there was no one. Usually in the morning or evening there is a new exercise there.

"Well, now I show you all these car parts."

"Good thing this sedan isn't a matic yeah, mas."

"Yes. Now look at me teaching you tooth shifting. One, two, three, four."

Laras watched closely.

"Try it, dare?"

"Can. But I tried, one and two first."

"Let's change places!"

Laras. Once ready he began to try gradually. Around field. Up to several rounds. Trying braking. Clutch displacement with increased speed, smooth running. Almost an hour.

"Good, your response is good."

Barrel smiled. Pandu remains vigilant occasionally giving little instruction.

The barrel is built, this new car is indeed different from the diesel-engined pick-up owned by Jamil kang that I used to use training first.

A phone goes into Pandu's phone. The barrel stops the car.

"Hallo!

"Yes, this is another important activity."

"You know, you!"

Pandu whispered and turned towards Laras, "From Pram."

The girl smiled.

Five minutes later the chatter became changed tone, from the beginning more jokes to serious laughter.

"What's? What's?" Sure, lu?"

Pandu asked in a high tone.

"Two, confirm again. Um, test pack? Better to find a second opinion. Go straight to the genecologist!"

Laras was surprised upon hearing the last words.

"Gile, you. Papa mama can go berserk!"

Pandu asked for permission from Baras with sign language to get out of the car.

Laras nodded. It seems urgent, her heart.

The man walked towards the back.

Screams and loud noises Pandu who was talking with his sister, incisions sounded in the ears of Laras.

The girl did not dare to go any further. But the key word about test packs, genecologists just got him curious. What's up?"

Long wait, make Laras.takpatient. Although the AC and car engine are alive, a sense of sultry and bored make it open the window. Turn off the car engine.

Baras chose to play his phone. Just look - see sosmed sites. Just yesterday he bought a minimalist internet quota. Super saving package.

Pandu finished his conversation with his sister. After forty minutes later.

The man got into the car. From the look on his face that changed, Laras knew that something was serious.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Ehm.nothing, mas."

"Yuk again yuk. Exercise again."

For the sake of seeing Pandu still sighing deeply, Laras ventured to ask, "What's the matter, mas? Someone wants to share, if I'm willing I'm ready to listen."

Pandu. Smiling thinly.

"Ehm, I think I should ask your opinion as well. We'll just talk somewhere else. It's so hot in here. The training was already. Come on, switch places."

Laras assented and obeyed the words of the lover.

"We'll get a drink first. To the fruit ice depot near the market. How's it?"

"Agree," said Laras.

Almost three o'clock in the afternoon. There was a father who came with a teenage boy. It seems like learning to ride a motorcycle.

The driver took the car away from the training ground.

They arrived at the depot. Ordering two bowls of mixed fruit ice.

"Sorry, Laras. You're training so it's not maximal just now."

"Yes, mas. I can practice again sometime. Not hunted."

Pandu smile. Order coming. They began to enjoy the freshness of the drink while chatting.

"I don't feel good about telling you this."

"What's up, ma'am?"

"You can guess it."

Laras.

"Basic Pram !"

Pandu seems to suppress his feelings. His face was red.

The barrel immediately calms. Clasping her lover's fingers.

Some people came to buy drinks at the depot. The atmosphere becomes uncomfortable for Pandu to tell stories. The man asked for understanding Laras immediately finished his fresh ice. Then they pay and leave.

"We'd better talk somewhere else."

Barrel became a little curious. What's the matter?"

The car leads to the village road. Towards the Barrel house. But just before the turn, he suddenly stopped the car by the roadside and under a shady tree.

Pandu spilled the whole story of his sister. This morning they video call each other. The sister who seduced herself. He's the one who cursed back Pram.

She smiled at the beginning of the story. But as the story continues to be stupefied.

Pram with two girls go jogging. Her name is Bella, her boyfriend and Sandra. Senayan. At the end of the activity, the other friend, um not the girlfriend, fainted exhausted.

His brother and his girlfriend drove the other friend home.

After noon Pram got a call that Sandra had called her family's doctor. The result was that he was declared two-bodied. He was unconscious, not aware, but he was also a doctor.

The accused is Pram. They are said to have spent a hot night together after the discotheque, more than two months ago. Bella was abroad. Drunk and it happened. The Pram car. Duh.....

An inevitable quarrel finally occurs between Pram and Sandra.

Pram certainly does not want to take it for granted. He defended himself. It's possible that Sandra had slept with another man, given the girl's reputation. That's why Pram complained to his brother.

Pandu secretly harbored aggravation on his sister, who once told him to marry Sandra. Even with a joking tone. About a month ago, when she came home after her mother's birthday.

"Basic, this time you won't forgive me, Pram!"

Pandu. Withstanding furious.

Laras is a little confused by the storyline of Pandu. Twisted. Inexhaustible. Got a girlfriend but sorry, accidentally got another girl pregnant?

Pandu is no longer able to hide everything. He better be honest and open to Baras.

She says that Sandra, who is pregnant, is the daughter of her colleague and was originally betrothed to her. Pandu. Including his old story, where when he was in college, he honestly said, he had a crush on the girl. The underclassman. But Pandu clapped one hand. Until Pandu meets his first girlfriend, named Elena. This ex is now married to someone else.

This part of the story makes Laras a little disturbed jealousy. But he forced himself to remain calm.

All of that is the past that must be with a heavy heart forgotten, of course.

"Can you understand this complicated story?"

Laras nodded slowly. Although his head is quite dizzy. Almost similar soap opera drama that often he and his grandmother saw on tv.

"Pram, Moms. Until now it is still making trouble with the girls," grumbled the brother.

"Mas, I feel sorry for Pram's girlfriend."

Suddenly Laras said softly and expressed his opinion.

Guide a little relief. Laras did not suspect him one bit. He was a little over thinking lest Baras think a no-no to him.

Even if it was for God's sake, he wasn't the one doing it. He's never even been that far with anyone. Just a kiss. A little intimate sometimes. Nothing more. In other words Pandu is still a virgin.

"Oh, thanks God. My girlfriend she is a good girl. She trusts me."

While Laras is relentless.

Today was funny. I met an ex. Mas Pandu got news from his sister and one complicated girl, who almost became a former from Pandu's past.

Barrel remembered one sentence out of nowhere the source. He once read it just like that but stuck in his mind.

"Life is sometimes a comedy for those who feel it and a tragedy for those who always think about it."

Especially thinking of the ex, in this case.