Dum Spiro, Spero
Can't You Stay?

When first told by her mother that Baskara and Biru would return to Jakarta at dawn tomorrow, Lintang did not have to think twice about running out of the house. Break through the heavy rain just so he can get to their rented house before it's too late.

To hell with all the lies and disappointment he received. Because in the end, Lintang realized he was not ready to face separation. Still not willing to lose Baskara and Blue, although from now on he has to look at the two of them in different ways.

“Ke Jalan Angsana number 65 Pak!” he asked the taxi driver he had just intercepted.

The driver, a man in his late 40s, could only nod. Swallowed curiosity saw a girl in a soaked nightshirt stop her cab at 11 p.m. He can only pray, hopefully this is not one of the modes of robbery as is being heard among the drivers.

“Please speed a little yes, sir. I'm in a hurry!” ask the girl again. As he sat in the back passenger seat, his hands did not remain silent. His fingers moved noisily, trying to dial Baskara and Blue numbers even though they had not yet received an answer.

Again, the driver can only obey. The gas pedal is stepped on a little deeper until the car speeds faster. Breaking through the rain that made the paved roads they passed through slippery and wet.

“Thanks, please lift.” Latitude murmur while attaching the phone to the left ear. However, his efforts this time did not produce results because again the owner of the number did not answer his call.

Kalut, Lintang came back crying. He cupped his face using both hands, sobbing while the car still continued to drive with a little careless.

About 15 minutes later, the car he was riding managed to reach the area of Baskara rented house. Still crying, Lintang asked the driver to pull over some distance from the gate of his destination house.

“This, Sir. Sorry the money was wet, thank you.” He said as he held out a piece of money fractions of a hundred thousand that was limp and wet.

After the driver received the money from him, Lintang rushed to swing a step. Back running through the rain even though his body had started shivering with cold.

The gate is locked, of course. While to shout the name Baskara in the midst of the swift rain is something that is impossible and will only end in vain. So, with the rest of the energy available, Latitude recklessly climbed the fence. Slippery and wet he doesn't care. His hands clutched tightly against the iron and his feet retraced the shavings.

“Akh!” The latitude squealed as his feet scratched the top of the fence before he landed successfully on the ground. When seen, blood seeps from the wrist. The wound was quite wide, and the rainwater spray made the pain worse.

Trying to ignore the wound, Lintang stepped back. Stuck around just to get to the deserted terrace. With a shivering body and feet that felt sore, Lintang knocked on the door of the rented house many times.

“Mas..” only the beat is loud, while his voice only sounds like a faint shrill muffled by the sound of rain.

“Mas, open the door..” please again. He knew visiting at almost midnight this was an act of disrespect, but if not now, he might not have had another chance.

Knocking after knocking slowly turned into an increasingly brutal pounding. His handbooks began to turn red and felt sore because they were too hard to hit the door.

“Mas...” Lintang drift sounds sad, but the owner of the house did not open the door until over time the girl lost a lot of energy.

Blood still seeping from the ankle also worsens the situation. And in that most resigned state, Lintang's body fell to the floor. His head drooped, leaning against the door while his hands were still trying to anchor the knocks that could either still be heard from within or not. Her chest hurts so much. It was like he was almost dead.

When Lintang was completely resigned to his fate tonight, the door he was standing on moved slowly. Someone opened it from the inside. So as fast as lightning, Lintang raised its head to check.

His blurred eyes as they were full of tears still did not diminish his ability to recognize the tall figure standing there. His first love and heartbreak seemed surprised at the presence of him who appeared in a state of almost dying.

“Mas Abi....” call Lintang, then he found the man crouching in front of his body, holding both of his arms while continuing to ask ‘why?’.

The latitude cannot answer. All the girl could do was become ignorant. Without permission, he entered Baskara's arms and then shed his tears on the man's chest.

“Don't go, Mas Abi. Don't go...” the door in a frustrated tone.

The man did not respond to his request. Even busy calming so that his crying soon subsided.

“Vowee cross will not tell anyone, Mas. Let yesterday be the secret of the three of us, yes. But please, don't go.” He is still trying to ask.

Instead of the voice of the man she was hugging, Lintang instead heard another voice coming with a splash instead.

“Yeah! His leg's hurt, Bas!”

“Gosh!” Baskara followed the panic. He was too focused on calming Lintang to the point of not realizing that the girl's leg was injured.

The situation is so fucked up. Lintang still did not stop crying while begging Baskara not to leave. Meanwhile, Baskara and Blue began to trickle down to find a way to take care of the wounds on the legs Lintang more and more bleeding.

“Please ready towel same change clothes, Which. I brought Lintang to the living room to make her foot medicine first.” Pinta Basque.

Blue immediately darted to carry out the order. Baskara also directly acted by lifting Lintang's body and he took it to the living room to receive treatment.

The chaos of the situation made none of them realize that outside the fence, Good was silent in the car, gnashing his teeth firmly because once again had to see the girl he liked crying for another man.

“Don't go,” is the first sentence that Lintang says again after her crying subsides.

His body was back dry. A set of Blue's nightgowns was already attached to his body, replacing his soaked nightgown. The wound on his ankle has also been treated, wrapped in a makeshift bandage before tomorrow morning is sought more proper help.

“Drink first,” said Baskara while offering a cup of warm tea made in Blue. Lintang refused to be given a drink and instead grew louder crying.

“But don't go,” whine the girl again. His two hands were tightly coiled around Baskara's left arm, completely not allowing the man to go anywhere.

Baskara sighed softly, then put back the tea cup that Lintang did not receive onto the table.

“I and Blue should go.” He said, trying to give an understanding that their return to Jakarta can not be postponed again. Regardless of what happened yesterday, they still had to go back to where they should have been. “We can't continue to be here.”

“Why?” tanya Latang, her eyes watering again.

“I can't run away anymore, Lintang. The problems I left in Jakarta have been too protracted. Longer escape will only make the problem I do not find the way out.”

Latitude silent. Does he really have to let Baskara out of his life now? Shouldn't he be given the chance to at least get to know the man from the beginning as Baskara, no longer the Abhimanyu who had left?

“I just moved city, not moved nature. You can still meet me whenever you want. Every semester break, you can ask permission to the same Father Mother to visit Jakarta. Or if you do not dare to come there alone, you can call me to be visited here.” Slowly, Baskara released Lintang's hand from his arm. Just to bring those two pale and cold hands into the grasp.

“Thank you for asking me to stay, I will take that as a sign that you have forgiven me and Blue. But, hah ayu, I still have to go home to Jakarta.” Sneakily.

The latitude can no longer argue. From the look of his eyes alone, he already knew that Baskara's determination was round. The opportunity to start everything from scratch is no longer there. It seemed, he really had to be willing for their story to end like this alone.

“Do not pout,” it sounds Blue. The girl just returned from her room. Came carrying a thick blanket which he then wrapped around Lintang's body which still looked shivering. “Gue same Baskara promise will not change the phone number, so you can still call us anytime when you again kangen.”

“Long.” Accuse Latitude.

“Cock lie?”

“Ya lie.” The latitude repeats, pulling both hands from Baskara's grasp. “So when the latitude of your phone many times, you do not lift at all.”

Blue snorting pretty hard, “Yes I'm the same Baskara already sleeping.” Snarled. “Which crazy person called midnight? Is it even reckless nerobos rain to the wounds? Nothing, just lo doang.”

“Stars panic! Mom says you guys want to go early at dawn!”

Blue blinked his eyes in shock as Lintang knowingly shouted. “Ya regular dong.” Her speech.

“Unfortunately can ya y'all stay here a while longer? A month maybe? Or two?”

“Ngot able.” Baskara. “We have to go home.”

“But, Mas Abi—“

“Baskara. Call Baskara from now on.” The man corrected.

“B—Baskara,” says Latitude hesitate. “Totally ndak can?”

Baskara's answer is still the same; no.

Lintang's shoulders fell sluggish, his lips pouted and his eyes grew foggy.

“Udah, mending you come with Blue to the room to sleep. I asked permission from Mom so you can stay here tonight.” Said Baskara while getting up. Intentionally, let her arms no longer be held back by Lintang and the girl refused to comply.

“Come, game. Inget, I'm the same Baskara must leave at 4am, so we need enough rest.” Sahut Blue. Hurriedly grabbed Lintang's arm and brought the girl into the room.

The latitude does not rebel. His feet followed Blue. But his head kept turning towards Baskara. As if not willing if you have to lose the opportunity to look at the handsome face of the dream man.

After the two girls disappeared behind the door, Baskara also entered his own room. As Blue said, they need enough rest as a provision to travel a long journey.

So when he reached the room, Baskara immediately laid his body. Close your eyes while making a prayer so that the journey home tomorrow is facilitated.

Seriate....