METEORS

36. Persist

..."I care too much about the people I care about. Even I was hurt to make him happy. Can I be happy someday?" - Laura...

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Cica who felt fed up with the rumors whispered lovers also chose to get off the angkot.

"This is it sir!" firmly loud.

"Hm, get angry at him,"

"Come on! It's hot!" sindir Cica after he paid the money to the kernet.

"Slow mom. Laura is about to fall" lamented Laura with her stumbling steps.

"Let's just fall," Cica stepped in first. Laura followed her mother's hasty steps.

"Mother! Wait Laura!" laura shouted, but her mother did not bully her.

Until Cica's steps stopped at a kamling post. The direction and purpose is still gray, the house he does not know.

"Duh, so tired anyway," Cica threw her bag at me. Sit with his feet. And Laura was still walking two meters from the position she was sitting in.

"Run like a snail! The cepet dong! Don't know what? I'm starting this afternoon," spray Cica when Laura's a meter away.

Laura sat down, her mind floating on tomorrow. Can he still go to school?

'I'm kangen kak Juna, right? How are you?' with a smile of his crescent moon.

Juna who was peeling the onion lost focus when the image of Laura's face flashed in his mind.

"Almost my hands are hurt. Ra, why do you always disturb the mind without permission?" Juna put down his kitchen knife.

"I miss" said Laura Lirih.

"Yes kangen? No way, miss it hard said Dilan," refuted Juna with a baper smile.

"If you miss it hard, then I change the same light," said Laura with a smile, Juna's face with a shady look that appeared in the sky. Laura looked at him happily.

Rinai shook her head in wonder. Juna even smiles a lot looking at the ceiling as well.

"Udahs unfortunate? That's when it's finished? Daritadi greens are not mateng-mateng," rinai's scolding delusion Juna with her moor.

Juna returned to Earth. "Huh? Oh yea. Forgot," he peels the onion back. "What's the spice?" Juna did not know about cooking, especially the spices.

"Eat him, when dawn is awake. Bantuin cook, not even snore to sleep on the floor," said Rinai se-pedas sambal.

"Yes sorry. Forget, set an alarm," Juna said, he was a man but like a woman, from cooking, cleaning the house, taking care of clothes, watering plants, ironing, to washing clothes.

"Hm, focus on the cooking. Look out, I'll buy some salt first,"

"Yes, be careful mom. Beware of the stumbling love of father," Tombal Juna said as his mother walked away.

"No problem!" rinai shouted annoyed. From the time of High School, college to marriage love Space still can not melt his heart but secretly baper as well.

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When Maghrib reverberated, heavy rain poured into the city of Jakarta. So even Laura who is now rubbing her hands, the jacket she brought was attached to the body of the mother who is now asleep.

'It's important that you don't get cold. Healthy continues yes ma'am, Laura's inner looking at her mother's tired face. There has been a lot of burden felt by his small family since his heart graft surgery was successful by spending a lot of money which resulted in a drastic deficit in his economy.

Until two thugs looked at Laura from afar.

"What's a pretty girl, why is that alone?" ask the guy in the jeans jacket.

"There's no sign. What if we get him? It's not cool," grinned the man in the black jacket.

"Come,"

Laura who looked down with lips quivering with coldness felt her cheeks in the makeup but not the sambalado.

"Who the hell," he growled. He moved backwards as the two thugs tried to touch him again.

"This who? What kind of crazy person?" asked the man in the black jacket innocently.

Cica who was still half conscious opened her eyes as the voices insinuated herself loudly instead of the code of the cans.

"Go! Disturb people to sleep, "get rid of ferocious Cica. The two ran away in a storm before the lion became more and more.

Cica turned to look at Laura who was curled up in the corner hugging her knees.

"Udah safe. Don't be afraid," Cica calms Laura, no matter how bad her mother Laura is sure there's a hint of caring.

"Come on. House again,"

Both go hand in hand. Of course Laura felt awkward, all this time she was always behind him, keeping her distance.

Cica caught a simple house that was worn out, dirty, until wild grass grew there.

"That's our new home" pointed out Cica, Laura sipping her taste buds once again. Surely tired will feel heavier today, of course in order to clean up.

"Not much protest. Fortunately I found home. Otherwise, it would have been a bum," grumbled Cica annoyed. From the look on Laura's face, this child does not like the best choice.

With a shunt step, Laura entered the dusty empty house. He coughed, fine sand on the floor, thick dusty chairs and tables, peeling wall paint. Is he able to decorate this barunys house to be clean and comfortable in a day? Ah just like the Bandung Bondowoso story.

"Clean first. Then you can sleep," said Cica then stepped away to enter the room.

Laura's heart was a little relieved, this mother gave lightness.

"Thank God for cleaning. Try to paint, mop," Laura did her job. 'I have to go to school tomorrow. If even mom ngelarang, justin. I miss Bram, Brother Juna, and the lesson there, ' Laura's inner smile, sweeping with a dream is cool. Since Juna began to be present in the midst of the harshness of living in suffering, Juna tried to take care of him, comfort him, and wanted to be by his side but Bram first advanced to become the vanguard for him.

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Cica shook Laura's shoulder, her son falling asleep in the long chair with his breath. The broom that was just put down.

"Heh, wake! It's good to sleep. Cook there!" snapping Cica hard makes Laura wake up.

"I-yes," Laura stepped towards the kitchen. Whether cooking what, just moved house is there direct food? Like the female game that only hit the frying pan and simsalabim, there are. If it were in the real world, Laura was glad her time wasn't wasted.

Laura opened the food supply closet, nil.

"Yes cooking stone? Yeah, well," before her mother returned to grumbling, Laura opted out the back door. Warung, today he only owes.

But when Laura was about to cross, a motor grazed herself. Laura slumped, her knees scratched by the road asphalt.

"Aww," fresh blood flows as well as open skin.

A middle-aged mother who saw it came to him.

"Son, you don't papa, do you?" he helped Laura stand up.

"Yes, ma'am" but Laura's balance staggered.

"Geez, son. How can gini? You're not careful anyway," he said anxiously. He took Laura's body. "Where are you going?"

"To the stall," points Laura at the stall crowded with teenagers until the gents hang out sweetly.

"Buy what?"

"Food for breakfast, mom,"

"It's aja. Gal need to buy yes, mending your feet in medicine first. I'm anther to your house, huh?" a plastic bag containing a packet of meatballs that are still warm.

"Thank you ma'am. No need, I can do it myself," Laura didn't want to trouble this kind mother. "One more time, thank you ma'am," Laura limped over with a pack of meatballs she got. Either coincidence or misfortune, but Laura was glad her mother wasn't starving.

"That's so noble of you, son. Hope you heal soon,"

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Cica stood shoulder to shoulder staring at Laura's return without permission.

"Where have you been?" ask Cica coldly. Cica's eyes caught a pack of meatballs. "Oh, buy meatballs. Here, it's dong. Pinter," his tone turned soft after the good food was in his hands.

Cica passes, with no intention of offering Laura a meal. Legs hurt, stomach acid relapses.

Laura walked into her room. Choosing sleep, he hoped that the pain in his body was gone with the flowers of sleep, beautiful dreams. Whether it's Juna or Bram.

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