Constellations of Love

Chapter 38. Memories

Saturday morning Pandu is ready to pick up his girlfriend. Camera has been taken. Appearance neat. Dark blue batik shirt with gold goose motif. Black long pants.

She was determined to take a photo of the school event today. The camera is ready with a fully charged battery because it was charged last night.

All is done Pandu to fulfill Pram's promise and also so that Laras is not disappointed.

The problem of good shooting results or not, it does not matter. Surely Laras will understand.

Pram will leave for the airport at ten in the morning. By ourselves. Back just rely on the famous directions app to make a travel companion.

"Remember you should be careful when entering a large trans road. Weekends are gonna be a little crowded."

Pandu gave a message at breakfast.

"okay."

"Tell me when I get to the airport."

"Ready."

"Ehm, tell mama too."

"Today's this morning."

"Where did mom say?"

"Just talk when I get home!"

"Yes, I pray a lot. Papa is no longer in a bad mood. Where the hell am I sure I can be calmer!"

"Gue hope so too. Doain me too yeah."

"definitely. Keep in contact with me as to what your trial results will be!"

"Ehm.yes."

Pandu. Pram sends greetings to his future brother-in-law.

After going home to pick up Master Baras, Pandu's car rolled into the Kindergarten.

The girlfriend reveals Pram's story. Laras understands and does not force Pandu to become an impromptu photographer.

"I'm not trying. Yesterday was a lot of training with Pram!"

"Pity mas, ntar grogi."

"Trust me yes. The result will be how please be understood."

"Yes.mah, I'm willing to try."

"For you, what is it that you don't do?"

Barrel smiled. Pandu clasped his girlfriend's fingers all the way to school.

The children and some parents have arrived. The show starts in forty minutes. Nine o'clock exactly.

Bu Nur and Pak Yus seem busy. Laras arranged the arrangement of the event assisted by Mr. Yus who checked the sound system equipment' simple. Tried microphone. Also the music from the tape recorder that will be used to accompany the action of the students.

Green carpeted stage decorated with backgound banner school name. There are red and gold lanterns and colorful plastic rose flower arrangements, on both sides of the stage one meter high and measuring five times three meters.

Scout try the camera that was brought. Take a few moments. The most important is the portrait of the girlfriend.

With black trousers and maroon red batik with peacock picture. Black flat shoes. The hair of the shoulder is neatly cut. Natural face makeup. Simple yet sweet.

Screenshot view the screenshot. Pretty, insider.

Two boys approach Pandu.

Budi who has recovered from his foot injury and Kemal still recognize the doctor. They both want to be photographed together. Pandu. The stylish action of the two army-clad boys and the clown was quite funny.

The laughter of the two broke when Pandu showed the results of the photo.

"Later I want the print, doctor!" Shout out happy.

"Me too!" added Kemal.

"Yes.later ask Bu guru Laras ya."

"Thank you doctor!"

Event commences. Bu Ina Pandu's. His son graduated this year from Kindergarten. Say hello to each other. The senior midwife did know the boss in the office was the teacher's lover in Kindergarten.

Some other parents recognized him as the chief physician of the puskesmas.

There were two people invited with striking appearances. Bu Candra is the representative of the school's umbrella foundation and the general staff part of the factory, Bu Meiyanti. Fashionable and up to date.

The seat is fully filled. Bu Nur and the two invitations and Bu Ina in the guest chair with a table in front of him. The kids sit in the second row. The disciples behind him. Public spectators were also standing at the back. There were over a hundred attendees.

Laras acts as the host. His voice was quite sweet but firm.

"Ehm, my boyfriend is really charming. Multi talent" whispered the doctor.

The show starts with a welcome dance. Speech of the headmaster. Then two songs from the choir TK A. Declamation. Speech of the parents. The submission of pilgrims one by one on the stage. Applause rumbles.

The kids are confident in their costumes. Various professions. Also custom clothes. Funny and adorable.

The audience many who photograph and record moments with their respective cell phone cameras.

Pandu did not miss all sessions.

Luckily, he managed to photograph all the children. Most of the stage action.

Baras is quite good at guiding events. Several times commented on the appearance of the disciples with praise and jokes. Let the audience enjoy a snack.

Next action moves and songs. Two little girls walking down. Cheerful laughter accompanied their appearance.

"Mas, while enjoying the snack as well. That's Mr. Yus put it on the tape side table."

Laras took the time to go to Pandu on the left side of the stage.

"Yes later. Focusing again. That's a pretty girlfriend at most!"

"Hush, it's a school event."

"Light we save that one for a personal memory."

Barrel smiled. Back to the front mike was standing right on the edge of the stage.

The guide goes towards the back. Take angel from the front. Directing the camera to pencak silat action a male student who has now graduated Kindergarten B. Looks proficient and agile.

A big round of applause for his unique appearance.

The last event of the election and the inauguration of the chairman of the parents paguyuban. From Bu Ina submitted to, Bu Tatik, his mother Sari students of Kindergarten A who has now ascended the class.

There is also a division of class A child report card that rises to TK B.

The closure of Bu Nur invites the audience and local residents to register their daughter's son who is old enough to register as a new student in Kindergarten A.

The final alumni choir. All students of TK B. Two children's songs. Thank you, Master and Sayonara.

The photo shoot with all the students along with the two teachers and school guards in front of the stage became a sweet cover.

Pandu took some photos. All parents do the same. From cell phone cameras to some carrying simple pocket cameras.

Half-twelve o'clock the show is over.

"Mas, here's the snack. Let's spend it, "Laras came to bring a box of cookies for the girlfriend who sat alone in the corner of the stage while checking the photo storage screen.

"Ehm, you're pretty good at being an MC."

The man drank a glass of mineral water. Then eat a sponge cake.

"Yes, MC kampung mas!"

"It's good for experience. It will go up a level."

"Hopefully."

Laras laughs. He also enjoyed a soft nagasari cake made by Mr. Yus' wife.

Pandu then showed some photoshoots. Several times the teacher laughed at the children.

"Mas tolerable. Quickly master the motto," praise Laras on the lover.

After that the girl asked permission to join Bu Nur in the teacher's room.

Bu Nur was still talking to Bu Tatik and Bu Ina. Discuss the proposed program plan of the parents. Last year's report and the rest of the funds.

While Mr. Yus along with three other men helped dismantle the tent. Clean the yard and arrange all the equipment. A pick up car rental tent and seat has parked at the front gate.

An hour later everything was in order.

Bu Nur took the time to thank the Pandu doctor who was willing to document the event. After that he said first.

Baras and Pandu promised to print photos immediately and use them as documents and memory at school.

"The principal didn't know how I suddenly became a self-styled photographer. But okay enough of the result," the inner man.

"Let's go home, I'm hungry."

Laras invites his girlfriend to move. Mr. Yus is ready to lock the school gates.

Pandu's cell phone rang loudly when they were just sitting in the front seat of the car. From Pram, the younger brother.

The girl smiled and kept looking at her boyfriend.

"Hallo, yeah, it's just over."

"Udah boarding you."

"Okay, remember lunch. Let me know again when it's home."

"Ehm take care. Greetings to papa's mother."

Almost at one o'clock in the afternoon. Shortly after, we arrived home. Grandma welcomed them. He told me to clean up and have lunch together.

Special menu. Rendang meat and vegetables oseng-oseng carrot chickpeas.

Laras tells about the school event. Grandma sometimes laughs at the story of the grandson in commenting on the actions of his students.

Pandu felt a smile of warmth between two women of different generations.

After eating, Laras changed clothes.

She changed clothes in the bathroom. Then back to the living room.

"It's a little crowded than I was wearing a batik shirt earlier."

"Is my t-shirt a little loose?"

"This is not enough. Um there's a residual scent of your body here."

"This one, start again!"

"Don't believe it, try kissing."

"No, mode! I washed the sweater and ironed it."

Pandu. Caught his bullshit wits.

Laras invited the lover to harvest some mangoes that began to grow.

Help bik Jum. Pandu tries to climb onto the mango branch. Although it was a little difficult, he had to try. There is a boyfriend that he has to impress.

"The brass is on the right. Looks like it's cooking!"

"Yes ..iya. "

The man's hand reached the end of the branch.

"Catch."

Pandu gave aba-aba. A moment three sweet fragrant mangoes have entered the basket.

The barrel pointed again at the part above it. The boyfriend went up another level.

"Uhhh, this ant is starting to flirt biting my hand" Pandu complained.

But the hard work cannot stop. Four half-ripe mangoes have been caught bik Jum.

"That's enough. It seems like the tree-dwelling ants are getting angry. Down mas!"

Pandu. Rushed down the branch nearly six meters high over. His right fingers scratched his flushed left hand.

"Okay, it's itchy. I'll take the rub oil first."

"Do not help to get carded."

Bik Jum just messy. The woman went inside. Give two lovebirds a chance to chat.

The barrel helps to scratch and blow the itchy hands of Pandu.

The man enjoyed the treatment of the girl. The gate is not how good the bonus is.

"Let's go get some rubbing oil first."

They went back to the living room. The barrel still forces to take the oil and immediately pours a little in the hand of Pandu.

Do not forget that the girl's fingers are still stroking her elus.

"It still doesn't itch?"

"Yes.... Looks like somebody got into the sweater."

Scouts pretend to be overwhelmed scratching their body and back.

Spontaneous barrel helps.

"Which part is it?"

"Ehm this!"

Pandu pointed at his chest and then his stomach. Of course Laras doesn't think there's a man's mode.

Suddenly the girl's wrist was in the clutches of Pandu.

The man grabbed Laras' body and hugged her tightly. His laughter broke slowly.

The barrel hit Pandu's chest slowly. It only dawned on him that he was being bullied.

"Mas. Unleash it. Please." Please."

"Hush don't yell. Jum and grandma know."

"Please..lepasin mas.."

Sound volume Laras shrink. Begged. Pandu instead of letting go stole the opportunity to kiss Laras face.

The man was anxious to see the girl. Ask for a hug to be released but resigned and uncontrollable. He was also happy with his actions

"We've done it."

Pandu kissed again the face of the girl. The swish on the chest made him even more excited.

This time Laras was all his might to break away.

"Oohhh.mas. Don'tdon't. Someone will see. Shame on!"

Pandu still smiles seductively. Baras looked at him affectionately. Momentary. Then run inside with the rubbing oil.

"Today's memory is beautiful. Try every day can be like this. ," murmured Pandu.

The girl brought back two mugs filled with water.

"Let's drink some mas."

Pandu is still staring meaningfully. Barrels are misbehaving.

"Mas, don't play badminton. His hand was bitten by an ant."

"It's okay. He said you wanted to beat me. The racket's in the trunk."

"When. Sorry I'm a little tired. Tomorrow morning train the ball too."

"Foolah. What do we do after this?"

"See the photos from earlier."

"Hem, let's be more relieved tomorrow we'll see on my laptop. Edit before printing. After training, you should go to my place. "

"Bring the laptop here."

"I have to bring the printer too. At home there is paper leftover for photo printing. Let's try."

"Gini aja's. Bring the laptop here. Save it on flasdisk. I'll print it at a kiosk near the market. That's a lot of pictures."

"Because I've been photographing with all my might, you should want to use my way. Agreed?"

"Uhhh, ask for a reward."

"Photographers must also be paid."

"Not so sincere."

"No, so you can also appreciate my efforts."

"Began, we'll see tomorrow!"

"Don't get mad dong, be ugly."

"Not what a bad thing, it's just like me!"

The girl put on a jutek face. Pretend.

Pandu laughing. Leach ..Barrels.

Right said Pram. That girl is a lot of tame pigeons, Inner Pandu.

"Dreaming and regretting going out with this ugly girl?"

Pandu got up and hugged his girl, "Don't like that. Get more anxious! I'll kiss again forcibly."

"Try it if you dare!"

The barrel broke away and ran to the side of the house and then to the backyard.

Pandu laughing. Nantang nih girl.

The man followed by a leisurely walk. They may not be chasing after him. Later grandma and bik Jum who was in the store even know.

Baras was already staring at the bananas that would be harvested tomorrow. Like counting the number of signs.

Pandu arrived at the place and just remembered his promise to grandma. Want to help harvest bananas after accompanying Laras to train the ball.

"Fuck me, take Laras to the official house."

"Ehm, we harvest a lot tomorrow too!" the man said to the girl.

"Yes, it should be able to sell this as well!" Laras answered.

"Grandmother's word is about to be shared with the neighbors."

"Mas, almost every house here has a banana tree. I can get bored of them."

"Ask grandma first."

"Try it tonight I said. The leaves can also be sold. There were molesters who took to the location. It's good to add shop capital."

Baras still staring at the banana trees of various types. There are almost two tens.

Pandu. The simple life of Laras and grandmother made him aware. How different his family lives in Jakarta.

But this is what makes him love Laras more. A real reason.

Pandu suddenly remembered a book about stoicism. A philosophy of living is calm and simple but meaningful.

He walked closer to his lover. Stand behind the Barrel. Slowly hugged the girl's body. This time it is no longer about passion.

The embrace of affection. The barrel welcomes the hand of Pandu that is coiled around his waist. Laras turned his head and they linked each other's fingers.

Pandu tightens the embrace. Kissing the girl's hair. Totally different. Peaceful and beautiful. For a moment they were immersed in a deep emotional connection.

"I love you, Laras. Wholeheartedly."

"Me too, mas. Thanks."