When Love Is Present

Chapters 77. Attend meetings.

Tears are a weakness for Vim. He will not be able to see that beautiful netra shed tears. After crying because of losing a baby candidate a week ago, Laras now cries again because he can not attend the reunion night event. Finally, the permit was granted by Vim.

"You're coming to a night out with me. Two hours is enough to meet your friends."

"really?" Laras raised his face and Vim nodded.

Two hours is not a problem for Baras. The important thing is to be present to meet friends even for a moment.

"Hm..The next morning you were home."

"I agree. Thank you dear."

The barrel stands and taps the cheek

her husband's.

"We ate it. I'm so hungry." Bring Laras.

"You're wearing a cry-everything show. Get rid of that whiny."

Silence accompanied the two of them in the dining room. Each did not want to open the conversation at the dinner table. The house and the entire room and its contents became silent witnesses of the togetherness they spent time living together.

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The barrel looks at the front of their former school. Much has changed and undergone repairs. The color of the paint is not like two years ago.

Vim steers the car to the parking lot and they get off there.

"Where's your last class?" Vim asked.

"Ahead of that room?" The barrel pointed at a room not far from where it stood.

"We're different. I'm in front." Word Vim.

"Yes because of my exact child and I'm in the social department."

They step together. In the area is not too crowded who come to park the car. Walk up to a big Acacia tree. The barrel stopped the move. Vim stopped.

"Why?" Ask Vim slowly.

"Mas while we get here. I'm seeing Novan. I have something to say."

"Novan's your friend?" Vim wants to know.

"Yes yes dong mas. Yes it is mas. Aaa.."

Laras' hand waved small and passed leaving Vim.

Vim down the classroom corridor after Laras passed away. There he meets a former teacher who has not retired. Vim greeted the teacher. He still knows his former teacher.

"Pak Sanoto San. Good morning sir."

"Good morning."

Mr. Sanoto San stared fixedly at the young man in front of him. The teacher already understood that the one who reprimanded him was none other than his former student. So many students who had been educated, he did not remember them one by one but they would rebuke if they met at that school.

"You, what's your name? " Pak Sanoto San tried to remember the name of his former student.

"Biu..Bim's.." His voice was trying to remember.

"I'm Vim Sir. Who often you guide when going to the race."

"Oo ya Vim VR. How are you now?"

"Good Sir. Are you always healthy?" Ask Vim to the teacher who has entered the age of twilight.

"This way. Old health is declining." Mr. Sanoto San holds next to Vim's arm.

"Success is always for you young." Mr. Sanoto San said.

"Aamiinu. Thank you for praying, sir. Thanks to the upbringing of my father and teachers can be like this." Vim humbled.

"Forward. I have to see the principal."

"Good Sir. See you soon."

Vim returned down the corridor. Turn left and head to the school hall. A glimpse of the shadow of school days flashed through his mind. The basketball court, the laboratory, the OSIS management room all hold memories.

But Vim did not want to let the memories pass through his mind. Recollecting was the same as opening up all his memories with Aurora. No. gabe. Vim doesn't want that. He quickened his steps towards the hall at the school to attend the meeting.

One by one the participants came and entered the hall. Their age levels are not the same according to the year of generation represented. It seemed that the younger representatives greeted their seniors.

Deg. Vim's heart suddenly thumped . Next to the hall Vim found Laras talking to Novan.

Vim shifted his eyes.

Wasn't Laras asking for permission to see his friend Novan. It is natural that they talk.

The participants of the meeting have occupied their respective seats. Vim's gaze circled the entire participant and caught a wave of the hand. Edo smiled from there.

Why the Baras didn't come in either.

What are they talking about outside.

Vim's heart is agitated. His net did not stop looking at the door until he saw Laras coming in followed by Novan behind him.

And Laras stopped staring at Vim when the host opened the meeting. Laras listened to what the host had to say. His eyes turned back to Vim. Her husband was seriously listening just like the other participants.

"Many committee are young." Chirps Novan who sat next to Laras.

"Ehm yes. Including my husband." Laras turned to Novan and smiled.

"Where is your husband."

"That's next to the chairman of the committee."

"Cream color shirt." Novan origin guess.

"true."

At the same time Laras looked at Vim again. Didn't expect the sharp glare he got from Vim. He caught the dislike on Vim's face.

The committee began to explain the maturity of the series of activities from before the reunion to after the reunion. Reviewed thoroughly and received a variety of responses from representatives of the attending force.

The barrel begins to feel saturated. Sitting for a long time made her waist ache and buttocks feel uncomfortable plus Vim's gaze on her. Thankful the host closed the meeting. The barrel breathed a sigh of relief.

All the participants stood up and left the hall room. One or two people are still coordinating with the main committee. Most of them go home. Novan says goodbye to Laras.

"You must be waiting for your husband. I'm going home first."

"Yes Novan. Go home and be careful."

"certain."

Not even seeing Vim out of the hall, Laras approached their car in the parking lot. Under the Acacia Tree Barrel awaits Vim. It was better to sit there than to wait in front of the hall.

A leaf of Acacia decays to the ground. Then another sheet. The sound of friction leaves cause a special sound due to the touch of the wind.

Laras allowed his hair that did not escape to be called the wind.

The sky turned cloudy. The wind felt more and more and the branches swayed in the wind. The air feels cold. Vim is not visible yet. Laras almost overtakes Vim back in the Hall if his tall body does not appear in front of Laras in that second. He saw Vim running small.

"Old yes. Small drizzle. Come inside."

Barrels get into the car. That was his wish since.

"A long time ago. Is something discussed again?"

"Questions from the teacher. It's clear. We go home or do you want to eat out?" Vim asked while starting the car.

"Go home. My waist is sore."

"Therefore I won't let you take care of the reunion."

The silent barrel did not want to refute Vim's sentence.

The car glass began to get wet with rainwater. Widescreen wipers move to the right and to the left wiping the rainwater.

"Slowly mas. Slippery streets." Laras.

"Just calm. New car tires are replaced and safe."

"Growing up." Barrel Vocations.

Drowsiness began to attack Laras but did not immediately close his eyes. Inviting Vim to chat may be better so that Vim is not sleepy as well.

"Mas_"

"Report_"

Their voices sounded together.

"Say." Vim gave Laras a chance first.

"What would you like to say. Just talk first."

"I can't see you and Novan talking together." Vim let out those words without any burden.

"Haah? Why is it that I and Novan are just talking about reunions. Not more."

Laras immediately gave an explanation so that Vim did not misunderstand.

"I don't like it."

"Good mas. Just because we're going to reunion. After this me and Novan didn't meet."

"That's what I want."

Vim can always master the barrel. For him Laras is his and Laras can always keep up with Vim. He could always put himself next to Vim. When to give up and when to ask for more attention from Vim. Laras never felt confined by Vim's treatment of her.

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