Letter From Primus

EIGHTEEN: THE PRIMUS KITES

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In the pavilion behind his house, Lula pondered.  Beby's chatter, eager to get close to Primus while in the school toilet, continued to disturb his mind. Even imagining Beby really going close to his best friend, makes Lula's heart raging. His heart was too fragile to lose Primus.

A few intervals later, his focus was shifted by the sudden arrival of Primus. The man in white shirt with the shorts came carrying a thread of spindle in his left hand, while his other hand held a kite. Lula descended from the pavilion, advancing a few steps forward toward Primus.

For the first time I don't know why Lula wants to play kite with her best friend. It was as if this was his last day being able to get close to Primus. "Prim...here I hold the thread." sambar Lula smiled, wanting to get rid of his sadness for a moment.

Primus frowned at Lula who had managed to grab the sharp thread of hers. "Lo want to play kite, La?" tanyanya.

Lula nodded while grinning widely. "Yes, Prim!"

Two of Primus' fingers extended forward to pinch Lula's pointed nose. While chuckling, the guy quipped. "Since when do you want to play kites?"

"It's usually just watching me play, right?" again against Lula.

One hand Lula flicked off Primus' fingers pinching her nose. Lula complained to Primus. "Gue will try, Prim. Can't you?"

Primus kontan is becoming more and more astonished. "It's not okay, but you're afraid to hold the kite, La."

"When you were a child, you would have said that kite yarn can make your hands hurt. And you're always screaming in fear that if I pull the thread." said Primus reminded. Lula may have lost her memory.

Lula clucked, her face pouting. The passing afternoon breezes were moving the long strands of her hair. "But that was before. Now I've got the courage."

Primus narrowed his eyes. Confusion itself with the action of Lula who suddenly changed. "When did you become brave? You're a coward."

"The cat is still afraid." Primus seconds it also directly repel Lula like the way his best friend was when driving away the cat. Primus chuckled to himself with his actions.

Primus takes over the spun yarn from Lula's hand. "You just sit there. Look at me playing."

Lula clenched her feet twice to the ground. "But I want to play too, Prim!" Lula whines. "Why can't I play kite?"

The tall guy started to get busy tying the thread to his kite while he greeted Lula who stood watching him. "The girl is playing with a doll. Doesn't fit kites."

Lula gave in for a moment and chose to sit in the pavilion as per Primus' orders. But when Primus had already managed to fly his kite into the air, the woman again approached Primus. Without the consent of Primus, Lula picked up a thread can near Primus.

Lula's nosy demeanor surprised Primus. While playing kite, the guy halves his focus to Lula. "Eh.... What do you want? Don't bother me playing, La."

Primus's rebuke did not extinguish Lula's determination just like that. "Gue wants to hold on to your tin of yarn."

Primus looked up, checked his kite that had flown high, then turned to Lula. "Lula," decanted.

Lula glared her eyes at Primus. "Have been quiet, Prim. You look up." One hand Lula raised upwards pointed at something. "Tuh, there's another kite that deletins our kite."

Primus took a breath while shaking his head. Actually he himself did not want to prevent Lula from playing with him, but Primus was only worried that his best friend would be injured given the sharpness of the thread.

Primus looked back at his kite. Ready to break the kite that became his enemy in the windy sky. "La... thread the real thread." said Primus suddenly, as the kite threads began to coiled around each other.

"Could lose us if the way you thread it so." protested Primus.

"Lula! Lo why?" Primus turned his head and his forehead shriveled deeply. A second later, her face turned anxious to find Lula in pain.

"Gue ain't pa-pa, Prim." The woman shook her head, as soon as possible hiding one hand behind her back. To divert the situation, Lula quickly returned to give spirit to Primus. "Lo look at your kite, the thread breaks. You lose again."

Instinctively Primus sparingly released the thread he held in his fingers and as soon as possible approached Lula. "Lo, what the hell, La? Don't care about the kite." The two boys eyebrows are now linked. "Lo hide what?"

As much as possible Lula wanted to hide it, but Primus' determination was too formidable to fight against. As a result, the man managed to grab his hand at once surprised. "La. Your hands are bleeding."

Lula grimaced but also still wanted to look strong. "Gue ain't pa-pa, Prim."

Primus then led Lula to sit back in the pavilion. He told the woman to wait for a while while he took the medicine box at his house. "Let's take care of your wounds" said Primus as he returned to Lula's side.

"This is the result that you did not obey, I said earlier. I told you to watch, yeah watch. Don't play." Lula could only stick out her hand while hearing Primus ramble.

Primus soulfully gave the red medicine in Lula's scratched palm. "Why use ngeyel's show anyway?" primus said regretfully, but it was inevitable that he also felt sad as Lula grimaced in pain.

"Gue just wanted proof to elo that I'm brave now. That's it." Lula said in a trembling voice.

Primus paused for a moment, he stared deeply into Lula's eyes. "Lo doesn't need proof to me that you now dare to play kite, La."

Hearing Primus' affirmation, Lula shed tears and quickly pulled his finished hand wrapped by Primus with a bandage.

Watching Lula's dripping tears, made Primus' chest instantly sip. Lula's tears will forever be her weakness. "Lula, I'm sorry."

"Gue doesn't mean to be angry. I'm worried about you. I'm afraid you're okay."

Primus extended his hand as soon as possible to remove Lula's tears. While doing so, Primus subconsciously expressed his heart. "La. I love you."

Lula reflexively stared clear at Primus' eyes. His heart raced quickly to hear Primus's expression just now. There was relief flowing in his heart catching the sincere tone of Primus' words.

Looking at the other look on Lula's face that seemed to ask what the intent of the speech was, as fast as Primus' lightning instantly quibbled. "Gue love you because you're my only friend, La."

Primus then smiled faintly because again had to lie to his own feelings. His sense of regret is clearly beyond the boundaries of friendship that should not be crossed. Primus' feeling towards Lula was like a kite, the more Lula floated high in his heart, the more he was afraid to lose.

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