Dum Spiro, Spero
Heavy Salute

Guilt and bad feelings make Lintang only able to lay his body on the mattress since his return from the rented house Mas Abi. The door to the room he locked, he did not open it to anyone including Father and Mother, even when they repeatedly knocked and persuaded him to come out. His lunch hour he missed just like that, even with dinner that will soon arrive.

Time and again Lintang draws and exhales in a dramatic, yet claustrophobic manner that swarms in his chest as if reluctant to leave, at home become a free occupant who does not need to pay rent.

Donning. Only that one word then flashed across his head to describe his own current state. As a result of his over-indulgent behavior in pursuit of Mas Abi's love, he accidentally digs his own grave. The only one that Lintang feared then was only one, what if after this, Mas Abi was reluctant to meet with him again?

Imagining his days that would return to desolation if Mas Abi actually decided to no longer meet him had managed to make the tears of Lintang spill again. In the history of his life, this was the first time Lintang cried so often because of something. Perhaps, because Mas Abi was his first love. The first love that people say has a chance of succeeding is only 0.01 percent. I don't know, Lintang also did not know the people had conducted a survey where to make the conclusion.

Tired of crying, Lintang woke up slowly from his sleep. He stepped foot into the bathroom because his bladder was turbulent, urging him to take out something that was already full.

Three steps before he reached the bathroom door, Lintang stopped. Faintly caught the sound of a very familiar motor roar. The roar of the motorbike he was always waiting to come to his house every Sunday night, bringing with him the owner who appeared all out in a black suit that makes him look maximum handsome. The roar of the motor that for now, instead made Lintang laugh incessantly while questioning his own sanity.

"I think I'm going crazy, huh." His monologue. Thinking his turmoil is too great to make it heavy.

Convinced that the roar of the motor was only his own imagination, Lintang continued his steps, entering the bathroom without bothering to close the door. Then while urinating, she cried again. Oh, really, Lintang is sure he's not a whiny person. Why is she crying non-stop today?

Still while a little, Lintang stops the procession of urinating. Do not forget to wash your hands thoroughly before using those hands to wipe his face wet by tears.

For some time, Lintang was silent in front of the mirror near the sink. He looked at his own pathetic reflection. No need to describe in detail, you can imagine for yourself how bad the condition of the face of someone who cries all day.

"Bad in your face" he mocked himself. Then, after taking a deep breath, Lintang turned on the tap again, cupping as much water as he could for then he washed it on his face that was not noisy.

Cold spreads quickly, moving at a rapid rate until it reaches the brain cells. An uncomfortable rumble that roared his chest slowly away, his breath felt even more relieved than before.

"Don't overthinking. Mas Abi same Ma'am Anin good man, really. They cannot be your enemies because of this problem. The important thing is to apologize and realize that you're wrong, right?" he spoke at length as an attempt to entertain himself. Though in truth, he was also still worried half-dead.

Feeling quite lamenting to himself, Lintang came out of the bathroom. His stomach was hungry, but he had no taste for anything to put in his mouth. So when he reached the room, Lintang intended to re-dive himself on the bed.

However, not yet his butt landed on the edge of the mattress, his movement stopped when the door of his room was knocked several times.

At first, there was only a knock, so Lintang needed to guess who was behind the door of his room. Because if it is the Father, Mother or Mother Asih, he still does not intend to open it. He wants to buy time, reluctant to let his loved ones see how bad he looks at the moment. Let him finish his turmoil first, then he will re-emerge.

The first shout still did not make the beat stop, so Lintang was already preparing to shout once more. However, it was once again snuffed out because she instead heard Mas Abi's voice right after the knock on her bedroom door stopped.

"Mas Abi?!" The half-screaming latitude, intent on making sure that he wasn't being misheard - or perhaps, had started to go completely insane.

And when Mas Abi replied, "Yes, this is Mas Abi. Get out for a minute, Mas Abi wants to talk!" with a sound that was also quite loud, the latitude was powerless not to run near the door.

So long shut so he could hide, the door was finally open. Just to make him able to meet face to face again with Mas Abi love for a few hours he cried with so nelangsaanya.

"Mas Abi's..." Cross-cut. His eyes blurred again when the man he assessed heavily stood before him, looking at him with a distinctive shady eye.

"Mas Abi need a minute, okay? We're talking, same Anin as well." Said the man.

Anin's name made Lintang bite the inner lip, holding back the feeling of guilt that once again came crashing down. "Mbak Anin want to talk to Lintang?" tanya hesitates. Seeing how beautiful the woman was this afternoon, Lintang felt doubtful.

However, Mas Abi nodded convincingly, while affixing a thin smile that could never be rejected Latitude. "Mbak Anin has been waiting for us in the usual place, are we there? Mas Abi also gave permission to the same father as Mother." Said the man.

"But, Mom..."

"Nothing but, but. Take the jacket, we walk now, hunt for the night." Gently, Mas Abi twisted Lintang's body, pushing his body slowly so that he immediately took the jacket so as not to get cold.

Already so, even latitude can only obey. He took out a pink jacket from inside the wardrobe, introducing it hurriedly while walking back to Mas Abi's face.

"Come," Mas Abi asked as he tightly grasped his hand.

Lintang followed the swing of the man's steps in front of him, while so solemnly looking at his hands that felt warm in Mas Abi's grasp. And once again, Lintang felt like shedding her tears.

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