Canvas Aksara
MOTHER and ACHROMA

[BUNDA and ACHROMA]

"Snow?"

The banner turned only to find the flat face of an Alena Ghailin. He who was originally cool to look at the sky from where he was lying turned to focus on looking at the face of the Vice Student Council who was standing near the top of his head.

"Iena...."

Alena just raised next to the brow of the omen asking. But Panji didn't say anything next. He just stood still and looked back at the expanse of the sky covered with clouds in the form of cotton lumps.

"What?" Alena couldn't bear to not ask, she sat next to Panji lying with her focus focused on her lover's face.

A lover? Another new surprise from a Yudha Banners. It is true that Panji and Alena are in a relationship, just think they are dating. Since when? Not long ago, about 5 months 29 days ago, almost half a year they were in a relationship without anyone knowing. Let's just say their relationship is backstreet. And Regan? What does Regan mean that only the past is for Alena compared to the Panji that is for her now.

"Buck, Panji!"

Hearing the upset tone in the voice of his lover, Panji sat down cross-legged facing the girl. "What?" the question repeats the same question from Alena but for a different answer.

This is hard for Alena to date Panji, the guy's irit of speech is really too. Even Alena who does not like to talk a lot still issued more words than Panji.

"Of course!" Alena let out a breath of air before she finally laid down her body lying on the grass with her head resting on Panji's thigh. From her position Alena saw clearly the reflection of the afternoon sun on the surface of the pond that was made specifically to accommodate the ornamental fish - still ZHS-owned assets.

"So I saw you leave the Astronomy building, why?" Alena began to ask again, now her gaze was fixed on Panji who was looking down also looked at her.

"Whispering."

"What?"

"What?"

"Gee! The banner!" Alena exclaimed in annoyance and pinched the man's waist squash which of course made Panji grimace in pain.

"Sick Al," complained Panji rubbed the marks of Alena pinch that felt heated.

"My hands are sick too. Very hard your stomach, like a stone," said Alena while stabbing Panji's stomach with her finger.

Both of Panji's eyebrows were almost in chains, his forehead was furrowed, his face was sour. Never mind, Alena had forgotten the question. He went to sit opposite Panji who immediately moaned want to leave at that moment.

"Eits! Where you going?"

The pennant did not answer and just left. Alena immediately stood up and ran a little after her boyfriend. Unfortunately they first entered the area crowded with other students so Alena stopped to talk to Panji. They split at a crossroads between two buildings. The banner headed to where the locker was while Alena went to the Astronomy building in a different direction.

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One thing that was forgotten from the previous Panji house depiction is a fireplace near the front room. And now the fireplace is burning to be the only light in the room. Smoke from the wood in the fireplace billowed up into the chimney and fluttered in the wind after it got up there.

Tonight the weather suddenly turned bad. Drizzle accompanied by a storm hit the suburbs of Vyen from this afternoon. Power outages also occur because there are large trees that fall resulting in the breaking of some cables that drain electricity from house to house. The suburban residential area is now seen covered in darkness. Distant seemed to mew-sayup small lumps of fire that became the lighting of several houses that night.

Panji was sitting on a rattan chair playing his ruby, while his parents were struggling in the kitchen cooking dinner with the help of lighting from candles. It could be that they turn on the backup gingset or use a flashlight and flash from the phone, but the atmosphere created will feel different. So that candles and bonfires are the choice of lighting for them. I don't know, the way the two Panji parents think is sometimes difficult to understand.

"Acts...."

Panji doesn't care and just focuses on fiddling with the ruby. I don't know how many times he managed to finish adjusting the colors on the cube object and then scrambled back.

The smell of omelets and cheese disturbs the smell of petricor that emanates in the rain. Dinner was on the pantry table, looking like a classic-style dinner with candlelight in the middle of the table.

Mother who found Panji did not answer his call chose to approach his son. Panji still seemed to not care even when Mommy was standing behind him.

"Aksa, let's eat first," said Mommy grabbed a rubik in Panji's hand and kept it in the TV cabinet.

Even so, Panji is still reluctant to move. He now even switched to playing his fingers to tear off the stickers on the back of the chair he was sitting on.

Mother shook her head to see the behavior of her son, "You want to bring the food here?"

Answering with the trunks, Panji finally rose and stepped straight towards the pantry. He sat in one of the chairs facing his parents who were sitting side by side. What makes Panji lazy to eat together like this is the intimacy of the couple who do not know the place or situation. Just look at her Father who is very attentive to feed the side dishes on his plate to the mouth of Mother, put out the food Mother herself has not been touched in the least. And also watch how Mommy responds to Daddy, not enough to thank him he still added kiss him. The couple was like dating together, telling stories, joking laughter interspersed with sex.

"Aksa, the food dong ate! Don't glare at it, "remember Dad saw Panji who only propped up his chin glaring at the menu on his plate. I don't know what kind of grudge the kid had with the omelet that he usually liked very much.

Panji took his first bribe and got a swab on the head from Mommy. He looked up at his parents who would focus again on their romance, "Well, why does a chicken egg taste like an egg?"

"Cock is durian?"

"That's a pilot, Aksa." This time Mother replied.

The atmosphere of dinner will be back as usual again when Panji returns to ask the next question.

"Well, why is the day bright while the night is dark?"

Panji was a curious child. The random questions that he pours out of his mouth are no longer strange for Father and Mother. And every curiosity arises, the questions of Panji to Dad, maybe he thinks his Scientific Father knows everything in the universe. Even though then Mother also answered. Any question from Panji always gets an answer, Father and Mother try their best to answer the question to the most impossible. Including this question.

Dad drank a sip of water before finally answering, "In the afternoon-" Uncompleted Dad replied, Panji has cut it off.

"I know there is no night sun. What I don't know is why when the sun is day, when the sun isn't night? Why is night not called day? Why is the day not called night? Why is the day bright while the night is dark? Why not a dark day and a bright night?"

Mother smiled while Dad was already laughing, so that was the purpose of their son's question. Father had time to mistake and will explain the rotation on the earth and also about the solar system. But his son was indeed the most magical, he did not need such an explanation of science. Which he wanted a clearer thing that could answer his chunks of curiosity.

"In reality your question lies only in naming day and night itself. Same is the case with, why is your name Panji Aksara Yudha?" Obviously Dad is as simple as possible.

The banner folded its hands on the table, "Because of the Father and Mother who gave me names, can I protest? It's still a baby."

"Your name isn't exactly that. Father and Mother must discuss and agree with each other. If one party disagrees, your name will be different." Mother also participated in explaining.

Like a lamp that suddenly shone, Panji immediately understood which way the pilot meant about his name. The naming of day and night is the same as the naming of man. It was just a term to distinguish the two, it could have been changed to night and night replaced to day as long as there is a party who recognizes. People know that the day is bright and the night is dark, they simultaneously agree that indirectly the unwritten agreement happened. Where when there is sun is called day and when dark comes called night. The dominant opinion acknowledges the naming until the term day and night are attached.

Same with the sun, the moon, the stars or anything else. The sun was named the sun because people agreed to name it that way, when could the originator of the name of the sun trigger give the name of the sun the moon for example? It's all about recognition, the most widely recognized that's what's approved.

"Then," as if Panji had not exhausted his curiosity asked again, "Why Acrhoma is Mother?" The question was directed at both of them and Panji asked for an explanation there. Regarding the existence of Father and Mother this afternoon at her school and make a stir all over ZHS.

Mother commented a knotty smile, "You're wrong. Mother who is Acrhoma, not Acrhoma who is Mother." That convoluted answer made Panji frown, "What difference does it make?" He asked in confusion.

"A sentence as simple as that is rarely noticed by people. They think they are the same when they have different meanings. The sentence just now where the statement 'Mother is Acrhoma' or 'Acrhoma is Mother' is two different things even though at first glance it looks the same. If examined more deeply, it will be known where the difference is. The phrase 'Mother is Acrhoma' defines 'Mother' with 'Acrhoma', which means 'Acrhoma' it is the definition of 'Mother'. While the sentence 'Acrhoma is Mother' defines 'Acrhoma' with 'Mother' which means 'Mother' is the definition of 'Acrhoma'. And the correct answer is 'Acrhoma' which is the definition of Mother."

Mother's long explanation made Panji speechless thinking for a moment. The wrinkles on his forehead grew as he also grew as he thought. Until then his eyes glinted happily with a mouth-to-mouth 'O' long tampa sound. A sign that he understands. But still the next question rolled back, "But, Mother, I seriously ask why 'Mother is Acrhoma'?"

Mother and Father laughed, "May Mother mean that you protest because you just know this?" Ask Mommy and get a nod from Panji of course. The truth is, Panji feels he really knows everything about his parents so far but in fact there is still something he does not know. Are there not-don't the secrets of Father and Mother are many more? What does he not know?

"Only Acrhoma you don't know." Mommy said she understood her son's probing gaze.

Panji nodded and began to focus on his food. Father and Mother also returned again to the story of their love both. Their dinner was delayed by half an hour because of Panji's questions. And they think 'Acrhoma' is Panji's last question for tonight. But in fact no, there is still a lot of curiosity that the child has not been answered. The question continued as they were already sitting leisurely on the terrace enjoying the cold of the night after the rain. At that time Panji was sitting in the staircase while Father and Mother were sitting on a bamboo cot next to the entrance.

"Dad, why is the daytime sky blue? Why not red? The green? Purple? Or any other color?"

The dim light made Panji's expression look up at the sky indistinctly. Silence bandaged them after Panji asked. The sounds of crickets and frogs out of nowhere sounded earthy. The whistling of the wind also fills the sound of beautifying the atmosphere but the fall even feels spooky.

"Didn't you prefer the blue sky?" He asked half a laugh.

Panji pondered for a while then nodded in agreement even though he would not be seen by his father. "Because I like it that I want to know."

And start Dad with his saintist theory and Mother with his philosophy of life. That night Panji ransacked his curiosity, issuing a question lodged in his head for the past month. He asked as if there was no tomorrow to wait because tomorrow his parents had to leave the house, either when will go home again. And from tomorrow Panji starts picking up one question at a time and then saved for later he asked when they regroup again like tonight.

I don't know what the reason at the end of their conversation Mother pinched Dad's waist and passed into the house first. The business of the two of them, Panji did not listen at all to the couple's small quarrel. But, it turns out that his curiosity is a problem for Dad.

"Mother you!" Dad seemed to complain.

Panji turned his head, in the dark he could imagine the annoyed face half in pain of his father. Mother's pinch is indeed the most terrible.

"Yes, my mother." Panji answered steadily with a nod and then entered the house following the Mother, "Tonight I slept with Mother, huh?!"

"God! It's delicious!" Father said not to accept but the loud cry of Mother broke her spirit.

"If you want, my dear! "

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