Canvas Aksara
HER NAME IS FLOWER

CANVAS 08

[NAMED FLOWERS.].

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"Uwahhhhhhhh!"

Panji brushed aside the blankets on his body. He got up without a single thought. A few seconds ago he woke up from his sleep because of the heat that made him disturbed. And now....

The man could only glare at the innocent alarm clock. The time now shows at half ten in the morning. The heat of the sun feels stinging. Moreover, the house is not equipped with AC, Father and Mother prefer natural AC from the trees around the house to be a coolant of their home.

The banner felt sticky and uncomfortable due to the sweat that flooded its body. He intended to stay under the shower, but just lowered his legs he had been made more gloomy. On the floor of sketchbooks and canvases and other painting tools were scattered. Panji's room was a mess. Lately he often stayed up late because of the idea of painting that flooded that ended he fell asleep at dawn and made him have to skip school. It's the third day he did not enter, I don't know how many minus numbers entered the point basket.

That's not. Now all Panji has to think about is how he has to take care of these paintings. If Dad and Mommy go home and Panji's room is still collapsed like this, you can be sure Dad will spray it all out. Father is a maniac of cleanliness and neatness, while Mother is the person who is the most indifferent about it. Mother said while we are comfortable let it be. Somehow Father and Mother could be united once.

Okay. Stop thinking about useless things. The banner began to pack the scattered items and arrange them neatly. Sometimes he stopped to observe the paintings he made. The object is various, there are natural scenery, such as rivers, cloudy skies, then animals such as beetles, crickets that entered his room last time, caterpillars that he found in apples that he would eat, he said, until the mosquito that once sucked his blood was the banner enshrined in the painting. Either it can be called a flooded idea or a form of unbearable boredom.

Within a few minutes Panji finished tidying his things into a few piles. And now, what should he do? They take up a lot of space, they don't like their rooms to be too full.

"Devicious," Panji comments on his own work. His forehead creased and his eyes gnashed a few times, he was thinking. Until he remembered the warehouse next to the house. The warehouse was fused with the building of the house but the only entrance was outside, inside the house there was no door connecting to the warehouse.

As you recall, the barn banner had not been entered for a long time. Last time Mother told him to keep bottles of massage oil there. If not wrong half a year ago.

The warehouse was not locked, just pull the wooden support handle and the door can be opened. The space in the warehouse is not too dark because the walls are made of wood that is deliberately arranged rather tenuous. The inside was pretty neat and had plenty of free space. It's just because it's not been in for a long time so the dust builds up and the cobwebs mill around here and there.

The banner starts by emptying the shelves in the corner of the room. He plans to keep a sketchbook there. For painting maybe he can roll his canvas with cardboard and store in a closet next to the shelf. The banner lowered the paint can that filled the shelf along with several other tools such as saws, hammers, then there was also a box of nails that had rusted. The items are usually used by Dad to make a place for Mother's ornamental plants, or make a new fence for a plot of their favorite vineyard. But now it is not used because Father and Mother are increasingly preoccupied by other work. They rarely have time to relax at home.

"Hatchi!"

The banner hates dust. Although Mommy says Panji is a dirty child because it often leaves his room disheveled, but Panji really hates dust. His nose is very sensitive, so inhale the dust a little then he will continue to sneeze until his nose reddened and make his throat hurt.

"Mother.... Hatchy!"

The pennant covered his nose with his hands, but he forgot that his hands had been exposed to dust by moving the tin of paint. And he couldn't stop sneezing until he gave up and decided to get out. Although Panji complains by calling Mother, actually what he hopes to come soon is Father. Because his father's king was cleaning.

The situation became chaotic when Panji could not stop sneezing and his leg accidentally kicked the paint cans until the cans scattered with a boisterous sound. One of the cans nudging the miniature multi-storey building on the floor resulted in the mini building collapsed on the beam that was leaning in front of the closet door until the beam was also slightly stretched, silent, and then eventually fell too.

Krieett

The sound of the rusty hinge was airborne as the closet door opened after the supporting beam in front of it fell off. Panji rubbed his reddened nose while looking from the top down the contents of the two-meter-high cupboard. Although it had subsided for a while but Panji sneezed again. He decided to leave the mess there by carrying a medium plastic box that he got from the closet.

Panji was curious about the contents of the box because it was the only thing that looked different from the contents of the other cabinets. The closet is completely filled with books belonging to Mother, while the black box looks striking on the bottom shelf. The banner keeps it under the bed. Then he began to evacuate dozens of sketchbooks and other paintings to the warehouse.

This job must be completed quickly. Panji wanted to quickly bathe and free from dust that made him sneeze nonstop.

"Hatchy! Okay, this is the last one."

Brak!

"Panji, what are you doing? Ugh, you look so shabby."

One of the garden workers greeted Panji who was going up the stairs to the balcony of his room. Panji rubbed his itchy, amused nose, "Just clean-shirting-hatchi!"

"You sick?"

"I have to take a shower."

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[BATARA HOUSING DISTRICT]

The writing was displayed large at the gate entering the suburban residential area. According to the instructions from Siena, after entering this gate, Alena still had to drive her car a dozen more kilometers to get to Panji's house. It was not difficult to find the address, because Alena only needed to follow the path from the entrance gate until arriving at the end of the road without having to turn first.

Along the way, Alena can know that this residential area is different from other areas. This place is very beautiful dominated by forest combined plantation and pesawahan. House residents are also not much, even the distance from the house to the house was quite far, ranging hundreds of meters. The nuances of the housing also look similar, like a simple castle with classic and elegant nuances. Each house is lined by a towering iron fence. The chimney on the roof also lets us know that there is a fireplace inside the house, showing clearly its classic style.

The further along the asphalt road, Alena saw no more houses. He was hesitant to continue to see the more here the atmosphere of the forest that increasingly dominates. In fact, he almost hit a wild deer that suddenly jumped into the middle of the road from the bushes. The temperature also felt increasingly cold entering the most end area, also the weather felt moist. It seems because the grove of trees on the right left of the road that inhibits the entry of sunlight so that there is a difference in temperature and humidity here.

Alena's car climbed up the road uphill, then when he got on top of it he was fascinated by the giant bridge he now passed. Under the bridge there is a swift river that flows with jewel-clear water. Coupled with waterfalls that flank the left and right sides of the bridge, colorful visible from the refraction of light at the swift waterfall. At this stage through the road, Alena spontaneously slowed down and then her car. It lowered the windows and the cool breeze and fine water grains greeted it. Inhaled in the fresh aroma of the combination of forest and water, and heard the whirling wind chime with the swift flow of water, very comfortable and calm. Until Alena's car stopped completely in the middle of the bridge. His eyes could not see the cold scenery he had never seen. Very soothing.

Alena felt called to enjoy this beauty. He got out of the car approaching on one side of the bridge. Near the concrete barrier of one and a half meters, Alena looked down at the river flow below. Fine details of the waterfall that was blown by the wind touched his face and hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the calm he had never felt. This place is magical, as if it is a therapy that drains the entire burden that Alena has. He felt a heavy burden falling from his head, flowing down and as if drifting along the clear stream of the river below. Alena had never felt so airy like this before. Very peaceful and peaceful.

Amidst the event enjoying the new atmosphere, Alena remembered Panji. Everything felt suddenly quiet. The flow of time seemed to be locked when the shadow of Panji was present in Alena's mind. A calm, expressionless figure. Panji instead of looking gloomy or scary, his face looked pleasant even though there was no glimmer of a smile. His dark blue netra was as if a magic capable of calming. Quiet. The banner is like that.

Alena decided to go back on her journey. And it turns out he actually found another house at the end of the road. And it really is at the end of the road, because the paved road ends there is also no other intersection. And here Alena found a different view. The simple wooden house fenced in by various types of trees and ornamental plants made Alena quite surprised. The house was simpler than the other houses he had met, also smaller and without an iron fence towering in front of him. However, the house looked so slick surrounded by vast plantations around it. And among the many trees, the most dominating apple tree with a fruit that looks red, shiny red. Alena seemed to meet a hidden fairyland, where after a long time traveling dark forested areas, she found this place brightly illuminated by sunlight.

Alena parked her car in the yard covered with velvet grass. The first time he stepped out his feet until he was immersed in the grass. He circulated a sweeping view of the surrounding area, and it was certain that this house was the only one here. This place is also very quiet, but Siena said that here is always crowded by garden workers every day. Alena puts her shoulders and prejudices in her heart, maybe the workers are on holiday.

After checking the phone for a while to see the next directive from Siena, Alena was told to go straight to the backyard. So he walked around the house, and again he was amazed by the expanse of plantations that seemed to be being worked back after the harvest. In addition to extensive plantations, Alena also found a patch of vineyards that bear fruit. In fact, vaguely also sounded gurgling river water just that Alena could not find where the river was located.

Continuing her delayed steps as she admired the area, Alena found a staircase connected to the ballon upstairs. Just like Siena's information. He said these stairs would take Alena to Panji's room.

When looking up, Alena could see a simple balcony filled with rows of large and small canvases. After getting up there, Alena can view freely a variety of paintings in white canvas lined with balcony ledges. On the floor of the balcony made of wood, sketchbooks and other painting tools were scattered there.

If the glass-enclosed room near this balcony is the Panji room, then it can be concluded that all the paintings and equipment belong to the man. Quite a surprise for Alena. He just found out that Panji is good at painting. Alena also just found out that the Panji house has plantations. Alena just found out Panji lives in the Batara area. It feels all about the new Panji Alena is starting to know at this time. No, exactly Alena just started to find out at this time because all this time she has always been indifferent to everything about Panji. So with all this makes it seem as if they have just known Panji, even though they have known each other for months.

From all sides of the house, only the room near the balcony is glass-walled. And that place is the Panji room. Alena should be able to see the view inside through the glass wall, but unfortunately it is not a transparent glass but a mirror that reflects the image of Alena. He grabbed the doorknob and shifted the glass door. A thin white curtain greeted Alena after the door opened. He lifted the curtain and walked in.

The first time that Alena found was the smell of fresh soap that went out in the whole room. Then he focused on the dim room with a simple order. There was a bed in the middle of the room with a medium-sized wooden cabinet flanking his left and right sides. There is no other furniture that fills this room. Ah, no, there's one more. A black single sofa barely escaped Alena's sight. The sofa was located in the corner of the room, and a Yudha Aksara Panji fell asleep there in a sitting position.

The man was wearing knee-length levis pants and a plain black shirt. A towel was draped over her left shoulder, which led Alena to conclude that Panji had just finished bathing. Alena's guess proved to be true when she approached Panji and found water droplets falling from the tip of the man's hair.

Alena's hands were anxious herself, she grabbed a towel to wipe the drops of water flowing from the temple and fell to Panji's neck. The activity continues to dry Panji hair that has been half wet because it is left alone.

The forehead of the Panji frowned faintly. He had a long argument with himself to open his eyes. Before long his eyelids opened, looking very reluctant. The pennants looked very sleepy, making Alena remember when the first gossip between them spread on ZHS. At that time and now there was no change, Panji was both present with a heavy look drowsiness.

"Alena....?" Panji asked in a typical hoarse voice of waking up, he was heard muttering softly not clear what was said. His eyes grazed a few times, then shortly after he let out a long sigh.

Alena did not say, she moved to remove the curtains that covered each side of the room. From there, Alena then knew that the glass wall of this Panji room was a unidirectional mirror. Evidently from inside here, he could clearly see the scenery outside while from outside there was absolutely no gap to look inside.

The banner stretched its body then rose. He was originally going to approach Alena who seemed amazed to see the scenery out there. But then he undoes his intentions and chooses to throw his body on the bed. The man lay on his stomach with his head buried in a pillow. Honestly, he could have guessed how Alena could get here, but Panji could not estimate what reason Alena had so that she could arrive here.

"Why not go to school?" alena asked while sitting on the bedside. But a few minutes passed, there was absolutely no word. So he decided to go back and say, "I'll take you to class but nothing. Keep seeing Siena. I think he knows a lot about you."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Hm?" Alena turned her head back and found that Panji had changed position to be supine.

"She does know a lot" Panji explained, while Alena smiled wryly.

"Yes, I know a lot."

"Why you?"

"Why what?"

"I'll go first, Alena."

"And I need an answer first, Panji."

Alena's mouth immediately clenched tightly when she realized their conversation was almost exactly the same as her conversation with Regan this morning. Regan's... Alena remembers that Regan asked to meet after school in the Astronomy building.

"Pan--" Alena looks back but her voice suddenly disappears when she finds Panji's face a few inches away from her face. A fresh scent emanated from the hair, and also the warm Panji breath hit Alena's face. However, the biggest thing that steals Alena's focus is the man's pair of dark blue neutrals. At first it was calm as usual, then somehow it turned sad all of a sudden. It was as if Panji had just read something on Alena's face and it left her deeply hurt. Wh why? Alena wanted to ask so, but Panji first voiced.

"I know," he said. He seemed to swallow his saliva with great difficulty before speaking. His mouth opened and clenched repeatedly, but still no words were spoken next. Before long, Panji then pulled his face away and got off the bed. "I went downstairs for a bit" he said, then went to the wooden door that seemed to connect this room with another room in the house.

Alena sat quietly, staring at the departure of Panji. Then he turned his head to look at the view from the outside through the glass wall. Not unconscious with Panji who seemed to cover something from him, it's just that Alena burdened her heart to become an ignorant figure as usual.

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"I know...."

The pennant rests on the side of the pantry with one hand resting its weight and another hanging holding a clear glass glass of cold white water in half. He looked up, breathing heavily. In his dark blue eyes, it clearly read a stark unease.

"I know when you think of him. I know how your eyes sparkle with your head clearly recording his tracks. And no one else can bother him.... There will never be."

The banner once told Alena about selfishness. Panji once stated about the full claim on Alena. But Panji forgot to ask, will Alena accept his selfishness? Banner forgot, is willing Alena claimed by herself?

Just getting runyam. It feels like their bond is getting tangled due to the large distance that separates them. A distance that Panji will never be able to erase. A distance between her and Alena, a distance that has a name, she's Regan. Regan is the biggest distance in Panji's relationship with Alena that Panji will never be able to remove. Because Alena herself wanted that distance, Alena wanted Regan.

The banner coughed and spontaneously the glass in his hand slid down onto the floor. The water spilled out into a small puddle on the wooden floor, shards of glass chime into it. Just then, seeing the broken glass at the end of his foot, Panji was only able to smile bitterly. His hand grip on the weak glass coupled with the dew from the ice water inside made the glass slip easily to shatter into pieces like now. He seemed to be being told how the fate of his relationship with Alena in the future. It was as if nature helped him foresee the defeat that had been early on attached to him. Damnit damnit!

"The banner...?"

Alena's silhouette looked down the stairs until she arrived at the end of the stairs the girl was stunned there. He found Panji still glued to the floor where broken glass scattered there. The man did not respond and instead turned to sit on one of the chairs, turning his back to Alena. However, from her sturdy back alone Alena could already guess how close the cloudy that was afflicting her.

Alena chose to approach, walking away from the broken glass left strewn across the floor. Then he stood in front of the banner. The foot looked up from his sitting position staring at Alena. From a pair of Netra Panji, Alena was made to get lost in it. As if only from the look in his eyes, Panji conveyed the kusuturan that was hitting him. It was as if the Panji would not cover anything from Alena, as if it opened its wounds wide before Alena. In front of the source of all his fret and fidget.

"Why?"

Shouldn't Alena be asking that? But Panji just said it. Ask questions for Alena, for herself, for them.

"Why?" Alena asked back, while her hand was raised up to touch the ends of the hair that covered Panji's forehead. He smiled wryly as the fresh scent of Panji's hair poured out into the air blown by the incoming wind from the open window.

The banner caught Alena's hand playing in her hair, as she stood up from her seat. Their positions are facing each other. Replace Alena who looked up at Panji who was taller a few inches from him.

"Are you late for home?" Ask Panji right in front of Alena. His hand, which was still holding Alena's hand, then moved to grip the girl's waist. He piled his chin on Alena's boat, "Guet me in a minute, huh?"

And Alena smiled wider and wider on the side of her arms curled back at Panji's embrace. He cleared his throat slowly and replied, "But I want to go now."

Without any pause seconds after Alena's sentence, Panji took off his embrace. The man stood up straight, "Oh, okay," he said briefly then turned towards the stairs.

What the fuck?! Alena's dumbfounded. Far from expected. That banner.... Really, yeah, he. The Banji Aksara Yudha is the most different. Clearly Alena saw the frown on the man's forehead and also the irritated twitch in the corner of her eyes. Rarely Alena can meet Panji expression like other humans. Ah, how is this? The more attractive the Panji Aksara Yudha. Alena became curious, what surprise will Panji give if this relationship continues to survive as the man wishes?

Alena follows Panji's trail to the top floor. He went into the man's room, but there was no one there. Alena circulated her gaze and found Panji sitting on the balcony floor right in front of a canvas measuring (50×50) cm. The painting on the canvas looked half-finished. But Panji was not holding a painting tool, he just sat quietly looking at the canvas that was leaned on the barrier.

"So early this morning I was done, but it was still a mess" Panji said when he saw Alena's gaze fixed on the sketchbook and painting tools scattered on the floor. "Don't have time to move all to the warehouse, hunt for ideas. I immediately painted again and did not continue cleaning because of her."

Panji has been talking a lot lately. Alena had been paying attention to that ever since they spent a lot of time together.

"I just knew you could paint" Alena said, sitting next to Panji.

The man looked over, "Do you like paintings?" tanyakanya.

Loh, loh, where's the upset look the kid showed you earlier?

"No." Alena answered short.

"Oh," and Panji answered shorter.

"Likes...?" Alena changed the answer, also questioning how Panji responded to it.

Just a glance, then the man returned to the canvas in front of him. That's answer. Alena was upset. It seems that he has been very upset lately because of the same cause, the Yudha Bannersa.

Without Alena thinking, Panji grabbed one of the pencils scattered on the floor. The man incised the tip of his pencil onto the canvas, making a stark difference between a brush stroke and a pencil stroke. Hand Panji deftly make maneuvers with his pencil. The half-finished painting began to form perfectly with a half-colored half-black shape just from a pencil sweep.

The banner has unique fingers according to Alena. Each of his fingers looked sturdy, straight without any protruding curves. It's not flickering, but for Alena Panji's fingers it's beautiful. The palm of Panji's hand is also wide with a vein bulge on the back of his hand, very fitting and warm if it is interlocked with Alena's hand.

Panji glanced at his activities, he found Alena who had not been able to see him. He completed the last stroke and then smoothed with a brush stroke that had previously been submerged in a small bottle of water. The banner moves the brush following the line from the pencil. That way the painting is perfect.

On the white canvas, Panji made a strange flower with odd petals, 7 petals.4 pieces of petals and the essence of the flower was drawn color with a blend of green, blue, white, and white, red and yellow. While 3 more petals drawn with a pencil are left in black and white.

"What flower is it?"

"Hm?" The banner turned, "Flowers." That answer.

"Yes, flowers. But, what flowers?"

"Flower, Alena. It's called a flower, just a flower. There's no price."

Banner does talk a lot lately, but since when is also this child is good at joking.

"I'm the Banner of Aksara, you're Alena Ghailin, and she's a flower." The pennant pointed alternately at her, Alena, then lastly tapped on the painting in front of her. "understand?" He asked a faint smile to see the wrinkles on Alena's forehead did not go away even though he had explained. The banner advanced the face, looking at Alena more closely.

"You're beautiful, yeah...."

Geez! This pennant is eating wrong or how, anyway. Alena felt like a real unstable ABG, being hailed as if her face was already flushed. Plus the ignorant lightning in Panji's eyes made him dazed. The more dizzy Alena when the soft sweep of Panji's lips anchored in her lips. Just a glance, not even a second had time to pass when Panji pulled his face back. Very short, but left so long in Alena's mind. Holy hooch! This man is really.... For a long time Alena can be crazy made.

"If I can't have you forever, then I want to have you completely. What can it be, Alena?"

Alena hunchback. No words felt appropriate for him to speak. The Panji question makes Alena think again, owned forever or owned completely, which is better between the two?

Finding Alena just silent, Panji dropped his head leaning against Alena's boat. He sounded chuckling softly, but also accompanied by gleaming.

"Reverse, huh? Maybe I could have you forever, but not completely, right, Alena?"

Alena dipped her fingers in Panji's hair. Just for a moment he played the mane as soft as cotton until then no longer moving or acting. Alena was silent, completely silent. As the wind rustled through the corners of his heart. Just like that, a word on the air was barely audible. The first time Alena turned to her fragile heart and turned her back to the sturdy fortress of her ego. It was clear to him that Panji laughed with his breath choked as a single word of it evaporated mixed in the air that was coming out and going into their lungs.

"Sorry."