Dum Spiro, Spero
The Housewife

Being the father of the household turned out to be fun too. While waiting for his girlfriend to come home from work, Baskara can do many things. Sweeping, mopping, putting dirty clothes in the washing machine, even preparing food for himself. Routines that turned out to be powerful enough to expel a lot of bad thoughts from the head that is always noisy.

By late afternoon, he would be out of the house, sitting on the porch carrying a glass of coffee and a setoples of baked beef-flavored potato chips. In that place, he will spend time enjoying the twilight, while waiting for the arrival of his lover with their beloved Vero.

Actually, Baskara has repeatedly offered to Blue to be picked up, so that the girl can still sit in the back seat and Baskara did not need to worry about something happening with her love girl in the middle of the road. However, whose name is Sabiru is still Sabiru, will not suddenly turn into someone else who is easily managed. The girl was still stubborn, and Baskara did not feel any objection as long as her stubbornness was still within the threshold she could control.

This afternoon, the sky is a little cloudy, so the beautiful color of the sky is not perfectly preserved because it is covered in a gray cloud that moves from the east side to the west. But no matter what the color, Baskara still likes to capture the sky before night with both neutrals.

"Bas!" the coffee glass that was in front of the lips had to lower Baskara again. His face was then adorned with a smile when his nether found his love girl in front of the fence, waving a sign of being asked for help.

Leaving behind the coffee glass and all the activities he had done since, Baskara walked cheerfully towards Sabiru. The iron slot he slide to the left, then the fence is not too high he pushed to the right side until stuck so that the lover can enter with Vero.

"Thank you," said the eve, then immediately pulled the gas lever so that the sturdy wheels of Vero turned back, turning, speeding at medium speed until then the brake lever is pulled and the speed of the wheel is slowly stopped. Vero had reached the resting place, and Blue immediately jumped down after making sure his standards were lowered properly.

"What's cooking today?" ask the girl in the black shirt again when Baskara is standing next to her.

The adam widened the curvature on his lips, then replied, "Chicken Katsu." With a voice full of pride.

"Cholesterol again," Sabiru sneered, but still grabbed Baskara's arm to invite him into the house in an accompanying step.

"There is a chicken with eggs in the refrigerator, tomorrow I just go to the market for shopping."

Blue just nodded, as her net had shifted focus on what Baskara left on the terrace table. Not on a half-empty coffee cup or a jar of potato chips that only a quarter, but an ashtray containing three cigarette butts and ash spilled to the table.

"Bas," Blue called out. Her net was staring at Baskara worriedly. "Lo smoke again?"

Because it's not just about smoking. In the past, when Baskara was still a child tongkrongan free association, the man was also fond of smoking. The trunk can be fixed in one sitting, and Blue also sometimes helps to spend the rest of the stems in the wrap.

The problem is, Baskara has long stopped. It has been over a year since his mental state began to improve.

Thinking that Baskara might start smoking again brought Blue to two and a half years ago, when Baskara's mental condition was bad and there was nothing else that the man could make an escape other than the twisting of tobacco. Blue is afraid that Baskara is going through a difficult time. He was afraid they would have to go back to zero to start all over again.

"Bag,"

"No, sweetie." Slowly, Baskara slipped her fingers, clasping her lover's possessions tightly. "It's not mine."

"Continue having who?" Blue still looks worried. There was no way to hide those worries from Baskara.

"Seno," Baskara replied calmly. "Last noon he came here to make anterin gifts from children, he said as a memento because I was too suddenly announce my resignation."

"Kok Seno can know our home address? Then why is he here in the afternoon? Is he not working?"

Baskara just sniffed her shoulders, because just like Sabiru, she also wanted to know the answer. He also wanted to know where Seno got their home address from. He wanted to know why the boy chose to come during broad daylight, giving up lunch hours to just hand over gifts that could be given after the office. But the truth is, he doesn't know anything. There was not a single question Sabiru had about Seno that she knew the answer to.

"Nobody needs to worry, Bi. I am totally fine now. I'm okay, even if you ask me to get married tomorrow, I'm ready." Baskara chirps, laced with light ruddiness at the end of the sentence as an effort to expel the uncomfortable atmosphere.

But instead, he instead got a pretty hard punch on his chest. "Don't joke!" exclaim the eve.

Baskara chuckled, her one free hand raised and landed on the top of her head. "Thank you for worrying about me, yeah, honey. Thank you for always being the number one who cares as little as anything that happens to me. Thank you very much." Sincerely speaking.

Being said so, Sabiru's lower lip even advanced. Not to sneer, but to refrain from haru.

"ugly." Gurau Baskara, who was not responded to by Sabiru at all because the girl even barged into the arms of her lover.

"Don't get sick again, yeah, Bas. Don't suffer anymore, I beg you." Its whisper is vague.

Baskara responded to the plea with a faint smile, "Yes, honey. I promise I won't be sick again, won't suffer anymore. Anyway, we pass the rest of the time we make happy, huh?"

Inside the embrace, Blue nodded in disarray.

...****************...

"How does it feel to be a housewife?" from inside the blanket, Blue raises his head, pulling his face that was originally stuck in Baskara's ketek.

"Not bad,"

Unsatisfied with that answer, Blue thumped, "The specific!" exacting.

Baskara chuckles. Before answering, he first put away the phone from the front, put the smart thing on the nightstand and he pulled Blue's body closer. "Seru, there are many things I can do. I don't even have time to talk."

"Really?"

Head Baskara up and down, "Later if we're married, I think I'd be the father of the household kayak now. Yes I mean, I make a living from home, it does not mean you have to replace me as the main breadwinner."

"Stop talking about marriage,"

"Loh, why? Isn't it you who's always eager to marry me?" ask Baskara wonder. He is trying to realize Sabiru's wishes, you know. Why does the girl look unhappy?

Blue did not answer, instead chose to return to the ketek Baskara. I don't know what he can find there so he likes to hide his face instead of face to face with his girlfriend.

"This means you don't want to marry me, do you?" asked Baskara, still astonished.

"You, Iah!" Blue exclaimed, but his voice only sounded like a whisper.

"Why if you want to?" slowly, Baskara pushed Blue's body so she could make her lover look back at her.

"Gue...."

"Hm, why? Try to clear it."

Blue gazes ran around, reluctant to be on the same line as Baskara. His fingers moved furiously, twisting the front sweatshirt that Baskara was wearing. "Gue just .. don't want to be forced." Her great-grandchild.

Helaan breath slowly airs, followed by the movement of Baskara's hand that grabs the chin of the lover so that their neutrals meet each other. Diving the girl's gaze, looked at the deepest part so that she knew what Sabiru was worrying about.

"Who said I had to?" it's not a question that really needs an answer. Baskara simply hurled it to make it clear that he was serious about what he had said before. It was not just a joke that he would not make a reality.

"Gue wants to marry you, Bi. I'm ready."

Sabiru helplessly resisted the urge of the clear fog that had enveloped her net since her gaze was nailed by Baskara. In just an instant, the mist spilled, making his face wet with tears.

Because Baskara knew that tears were a form of haru, he did not try to make Sabiru stop crying. He let the novelty be completed, with him who faithfully accompanied while rubbing the head of the girl with affection.

"Wait a minute, yeah. Later after we return to Jakarta, we find the right date to get married." He said, his fingers moved to unravel the strands of the girl's hair, feeling the smoothness of greeting the rough surface of her skin.

As for Sabiru, hearing the word 'Jakarta' made the cry of her day pause. Seeped tears she rubbed rough from her cheeks, her reddish neutrals staring at the lover asking for an explanation. "Will we go back to Jakarta?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, dong. We can't keep running. There will definitely be a time where we have to go back there again, inevitably, ready not ready." Baskara.

Mute. Sabiru was unable to respond because her tongue was suddenly stiff. After all, there was not really a proper vocabulary in his head, which would have been able to compensate for what Baskara had said before. Then, the girl simply let their conversation stop there. Back he pulled himself into Baskara's arms. Not to cry anymore, because suddenly there is no more pressure of tears in both of his net.

"Gue wants to be hugged until morning." His ink, with both arms coiled possessively at Baskara's waist.

Adam had no choice but to. Both of his arms then circled the girl's body back, holding her tightly enough but still making sure oxygen can flow properly into her lover's airway.

Another bit. Just a little more until Baskara is really ready to go home. Just a little more until he was ready to appear before his friends again.

Seriate...