OPACAROPHILES

10. The Beginning of the Wound Struggle

After seeing the incident in the classroom Love that time, made Luka began to realize that she had to step up to be close to Love before Gega arrived first. Therefore, this afternoon after school he wanted to go to the flower shop where Love worked. He would mince words to buy flowers, then he would invite Cinta to go to a cafe near the flower shop. Hopefully the plan he has prepared will not be inferior to his high prestige.

"Where are you going so neat?" asked Mizka who saw Luka coming down the stairs in a neat dress like she was going.

"Meet Love," replied Luka flatly. He takes the keys to his bike and steps out without caring for Mizka who looks at him in disbelief.

"Lo did not say good to Mas Cetta first?," asked Mizka to Luka who was just about to step foot out of the house.

"Mas is at home?," asked Luka with puzzled furrowed brows.

"Just came home just now, again in the mobile playroom," replied Mizka with her relaxed position on the sofa. Without answering any more, Luka immediately passed towards Cetta's room to say goodbye. Luka knocked on Cetta's room door politely. The door of the room was open showing the figure of Cetta with a house outfit that looks very different from the clothes that usually Cetta wear a suit.

"Why Luka?" asked Cetta with the phone she had just turned off and looked at Luka.

"You say good to Mas" replied Luka with her expressionless face.

"Where are you going during the day?" said Cetta.

"You meet Love" said Luka with a little groggy.

"Gee... You're brave now, good. I support you, good luck, yes, Luka!," replied Cetta with a bright face.

"Yes, Mas. Road wound," Wound shone on Cetta's hand like his own parents.

"Be careful!" said Cetta, reminding her that Luka had turned to leave. After Luka left Cetta approached Mizka who was sitting on the sofa. His second smile appeared together after looking at each other.

"Finally, he realized yes, Mas. Mizka thought Luka would be silent for as long as she waited for the time to answer," said Mizka.

"Mas mah was sure from the beginning, if Luka would not let Love be taken with others," replied Cetta.

"You keep watching, Mizka. Do not let anything be the same as Wounds or Love. I trust you all, if there's anything, don't hesitate to say the same, Mas" Cetta patted Mizka's shoulder before passing away and went back to her room to rest.

Wound down the crowded streets to go to the place of Love. In his heart Luka said do'a may his first intention and effort succeed. Luka had already reached in front of the flower shop and immediately went inside after parking her motorbike.

"Welcome!," said Tika who was standing at the cashier welcoming her coming Luka. Luka walks in and sees what flowers she will buy while occasionally stealing a glance towards Love who is busy serving the buyer.

"What flowers are you looking for, sister?" asked Love kindly. Then when Luka turned her body Love was taken aback because she thought it was someone else instead of Luka.

"Oh, Luka. Hi, what flowers are you looking for?" asked Love with her sweet smile.

"The flower of carnation is pink white," Luka replied after she saw a flower of carnation preserved and displayed on the wall so beautiful.

"What size do you want?" said Cinta who was ready to pick carnations in the garden behind the flower shop.

"Medium," replied Wound flatly. Love nodded and soon passed leaving Luka to pluck the carnation flower of Luka's order.

It takes about twenty minutes to prepare a beautiful bouquet of flowers. And Love was ready with a bouquet of carnations in her hands.

"This is the bouquet of flowers" said Cinta while handing the bouquet to Luka.

"Good," praised Luka involuntarily when she noticed how beautiful the bouquet of carnations was in her hands.

"You can go directly to the cashier for the transaction, yes. I want to continue working first, thanks for coming, Luka," said Love as she turned to leave. But Luka's hand quickly restrains her making Love stop. Luka flipped her body and looked at Love's eyes with a sharp glare.

"Lo have time? I want to take you to the cafe," asked Luka with their position still the same as before. The hand of the Wound that restrains the arm of Love.

"I-I can't, I still have to work until this afternoon," Love replied quickly as she cut off her eye contact with Luka.

Luka released her grip on Love's arm, "Gue wait till you're done." The wound passed after saying that and went out. He will wait in front until Love is done.

"I mean, he'll wait for me until the afternoon just to go to the cafe?," muttered Love with a confused frown. Then without further thought, Love returned to work . While Luka just sat in a chair in front of the flower shop with a bouquet of carnations in her hands. From the middle of the day with the stinging heat, until the afternoon with the air and the warm weather, Luka remained silent waiting until Love finally came out of the flower shop with her simple clothes. It is a brownish-colored jampsuit with a long-sleeved shirt inside it in yellow.

"Are you really waiting for me from noon? I guess you're joking, "Love looks very surprised when she sees Luka still faithfully sitting in her place quietly, as if not bothered by the darkening day.

"Gue doesn't like to joke around with each other" Luka replied as she got up from her seat and walked over to Love.

"Now, can we go to the cafe?," asked Luka repeating his question earlier this afternoon.

"Can," Love replied with her warm smile. The two of them immediately set off on Luka's motorbike to go to the cafe. On the road no one speaks, for Love is too tired today and Luka is not good at starting a conversation.

"What are you doing taking me to the cafe? Even until willing to wait for me until the afternoon like this?," asked Love who was behind the back upright Luka with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

"Gue just wanted to sit together lo," said Luka.

"You're weird, if you just want to sit together. Why wait that long?," said Love who again made not believe in what really Luka do.

"Gue wants a long one, not a minute or two," Luka replied as he turned his bike and stopped right in front of the cafe in shades of ash that were very simple but so beautiful.

The two of them sat down after Luka ordered food and drinks for the two of them. Wound sitting in front of Love with a gaze that can not be separated from the gestures of Love. Wound behavior like this makes Love made uncomfortable with the sharp gaze of Luka who continues to stare at him.

"You can't, don't look at me like that? I'm afraid," said Love groggily.

"But I like to look at you like this," Luka replied unconcernedly.

"If you're like this, I'd like to go home. I'm afraid," said Cinta who was already down scared.

"Sorry," Luka replied after realizing that he should not do that. The love that heard Luka apologize nodded her head then nodded and smiled sweetly.

"You really don't want to talk?," asked Cinta after sipping a drink served at the table.

"There," said Luka with a flat face.

"What?" asked the curious Love.

"Gue wants to be your friend" said Luka who made Cinta hold back her laughter.

"Luka, you don't need permission just to be my friend. All this time I also consider you like a friend really," Love replied with a light laugh.

"Oh, friend, you mean? Can, really. I do not choose who to be friends and friends with," replied Love innocently.

"My boyfriend means," said Luka.

"I don't want a boyfriend, Luka. There are more things I have to do than have to spend time dating" Love said with a soothing smile. The subtle rejection of Love makes Luka's little smile rise, now she is sure that Love and Gega will be nothing.

"OK," replied Luka who was now starting to enjoy her meal. While Love is made not believe in what Luka did and said earlier. Strange, thought Love.

"Oh, I'm going home now, huh? Mother must have been waiting for me," said Love when Luka finished finishing her meal.

"Gue interracial," without saying a word again, Luka immediately rose from her seat. The wind tonight is cold. Even though the wind was so cold. Love still loves the night.

"Wear it" Luka handed him a white jacket that he deliberately kept in the motorcycle box so that when he forgot to bring the jacket he could use it. But this time, let Love use her.

"I'm wearing long clothes, Luka. So there is no need to wear a jacket, save it for you," reply Love who handed back the white jacket to Luka.

"Make lo," Luka immediately got on the bike and put on her helmet. Love is still in its place digesting well what is really happening now. Wounds are too difficult to guess making Love dumbfounded by his behavior.

"The night is fast rising" said Luka who surprised Love. With groggy Love immediately climbed onto the motorcycle with a jacket that was in his grasp.

"Thank you a lot, yes Luka. For dinner, and his jacket," said Cinta when they had arrived in front of the house of Cinta.

"This is for you," Luka handed over the bouquet of carnations that she had bought to Love this afternoon.

"Make me?" asked Love who was still staring at Luka. Luka nodded and sauntered away without a word. Love smiled and entered her house.

"Ata, why did you just come home, dear?" asked Meta who welcomed her coming Love.

"Sorry, yes, Mom. Love does not tell Mom because Love's phone is dead. Love was gone with friends, Mom," replied Cinta as she greeted Meta's hand.

"Yes, it's okay, Ta. Gega was here, he wanted to take you away he said. But I said you haven't come home yet, try to tell him first. Afraid she was worried, yes," Meta said with a warm smile. Love nodded and said goodbye to enter her room and cleanse her body.

After finishing cleaning, Love sat himself in his bed and opened his cell phone which was being charged. He opened a messaging application, and it's true that phone calls and messages from Gega made Cinta ask questions, what is Gega looking for.

Love dialed Gega's phone number and pressed the phone icon. Shortly waiting for the call Love directly connected with Gega.

"Gega ad -,"

"Love!," call Gega who immediately cuts the talk of Love.

"What's wrong? You're panicking" asked Love.

"Where are you going, Ta?. I think you were kidnapped tau no, in the chat on the phone no one answered a single one," grumbled Gega with a tone of voice that sounded really worried.

"I've left with Luka, I'm so sorry that my phone is dead so she can't reply to your message" Love replied.

"Wounds? The guy whose lips are thrush keep it?" asked Gega.

"He's not a canker, Gega," Love replied.

"Certain why? He rarely talks about it anyway, so I think he canker sores," Gega said across the street with a light laugh.

"Yes, he's like that. Oh, yes, what are you looking for me for?" asked Love.

"Gue wants to take you away tomorrow morning, I have the same show Papah near your house. You can't?" Gega replied.

"Sorry again, I have an appointment tomorrow. Sorry, yes, Gega, I can't" said Love unhappily.

"Well, Love. Why do you have to feel guilty try? Naturally, if you refuse, it is also your right. So, just relax," Gega replied in a voice that sounded very friendly.

"I'm sorry, Ge,"

"It's okay, Love. Yes already you must be cape, good night, yes!," have not had time to reply Love Gega good night, phone connection has been turned off Gega. Love put her cell phone on the bed and turned to stare at the bouquet of carnations that were on the nightstand next to her bed. He picked up the bouquet and inhaled the soothing scent of carnations.

"What does he buy if the tip ends for me?" muttered Love while putting the bouquet back on the nightstand. Just now he was getting ready for bed. The notification sound of the incoming message made her Love reach back her phone and see the name Om Detective appear on her mobile screen.

Om Detective

Love, Om found a bright spot for this case. Can you meet tomorrow?.

Love

Is that right, Om?.

Can, Om, Love can meet tomorrow.

Om Detective

Tomorrow we meet in the park near your house, yes.

Love

Yes, Om. Thank you so much for this good news.

Om Detective

Equally Love. Hopefully we can get an answer soon, yes.

Love

Hopefully, Om.

Love smiled wistfully after reading a message from Detective Om. Love really hopes that this is the bright spot for a case that has not been getting answers for too long.