Dum Spiro, Spero
Worries
Seven months in Jogja, Baskara and Biru lived in a one-story rented house with two bedrooms, one bathroom, living room, and kitchen. There was no garage, only a spacious courtyard decorated with green grass that grew naturally. On that page, Baskara usually parked the matic motorbike he bought in cash using the remaining savings he had after being used to buy a new identity.
The matic motor is white with a tinge of blue color that becomes a mode of transportation for himself and Sabiru. Despite having to overheat and occasionally rain when using it, Baskara is grateful because at least he still has a vehicle to go and go home from work. Because if you have to use public transportation, it will be very troublesome and wasteful of money.
“Gue first.” Sabiru jumped down from the motor whose engine had not been turned off. The jacket that he snatched off Lintang's shoulder and he grabbed during the return trip he returned to the owner in an impolite way— thrown.
Baskara did not have time to say because Blue had directly entered the house. Her stomping footsteps are a sign that the woman is still angry over the interaction that occurred between her and Lintang in Malioboro earlier.
This is something new. For when they continue to move from one city to another, Blue almost never shows such dislike. And when Baskara asked why Blue clearly did not like Lintang at all, the woman would never answer and instead divert the conversation.
“The woman is indeed the most unpredictable creature of God.” Baskara said, then he overtook Blue after making sure the bike was locked properly. Not to forget also he double-checked whether Blue had locked the fence back or not.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Blue was busy struggling in the kitchen to prepare dinner. The sleeves of the shirt he was wearing were rolled up to the elbow limit. He had just come home from work when Baskara took him for a walk to Malioboro, so he had not had time to change clothes.
“You cook what, Which?” baskara's voice emerged from the back of his body.
“Fried rice.” Blue answered briefly and returned busy slicing chili and dishes and some kinds of vegetables, not to forget also he added sausages and meatballs as a complement.
“You want me to help you?” tawar Basque. The helmet and jacket he was still holding was then placed on the dining table. He also walked over to Blue while removing the buttons on the end of his shirt arm, seriously intending to help his girlfriend prepare dinner.
“No need, you take a shower. Lo missing all ex-grepe-**** same Latitude.” Sabiru answered ketus, still while busy with her cooking activities.
“Gue no digrepe-****same Latitude.” Baskara remained determinedly advanced. He then stood next to Blue, taking over the knife that the woman was using to slice the meatballs last grain.
Blue glanced sharply. From there alone, it was clearly implied anger that was ready to be blown up. “Lo think I believe?” he said as he folded his arms in front of his chest. “Si Latitude itches, like a caterpillar. Where is it possible that he can take no friend ******** your body while there is a chance?” it connects.
All the ingredients for the fried rice have been finished slicing. Baskara kept the knife away from them, then turned to look at Blue while changing the position of his arm similar to what his lover did.
“Let me ask you a question, and you must answer.” Said.
Blue raised next to his eyebrows, “What?”
If usually Blue will avoid and immediately look for other topics of discussion, this time the woman has decided to give an answer. “Cuz she’s so annoying. He's itchy, chatty, and more importantly, he's too keen to know our business. You certainly do not forget that now we live as Abhimanyu and Anindia, not Baskara and Sabiru as before.”
“I know, but what's the connection with Latitude?”
“Clearly there!” Blue assailant. “The cross is too into our lives, Bas, and it's a danger. The closer he gets, the more likely it is that our identities will be exposed. He is abis kepo, and I am sure he is now also intensively looking for information about Abhimanyu and Anindia.”
“Lo's right, I don't think it's because I'm jealous. I'm worried about our lives going forward if Latitude meddles too much.”
Baskara let out a low sigh, “Gue knows, but we also cannot keep the same distance Latitude. We stay at her parents' house, Bi.”
“We can move.”
Not for a second, Baskara shook his head. “Not so easy.” Her speech. “From home rent that fits our budget is not easy, you yourself know that. My salary is also not how much, not been able to leave much if suddenly you ask us to move to find a new contract. Realize, our lives are not as good as before. We do not have enough savings for this request.”
Stranded in fact, Blue gets more upset. The latitude really makes him feel uncomfortable, but what Baskara talks about about money is also true. Their savings were not as much as they used to be, it could not be rash to decide this it was.
“For a while, we hang in here first, okay? I try not to cross the line. You also know that I'm not gonna let that happen, right?” Baskara tried to calm down.
There is no answer that Blue can give. The woman was only silent a thousand languages, even busy struggling with the contents of her mind full of random things.
“Let me just cook, lo shower first there.” Baskara said again after a moment of silence.
However, Blue shook his head. “Gue is a cook. I have the intention to make masakin lo fitting us behind work.”
Lazy noisily, Baskara also relented. “Yes if so. Be careful, do not get hurt.” Her speech. The man then left Sabiru after landing a gentle swab on the top of his lover's head.
After Baskara's departure, Blue again let out a long sigh. Hopefully he can raise more money soon to move out of here. He really had a bad feeling about Lintang. As the saying goes, the smelly child quietly washed away.
Seriate