Dum Spiro, Spero
Peace Prize

It was a beautiful day to give a gift to someone. Immediately after getting the news that the lecture was canceled, Lintang rushed out of the campus environment that made it crowded. Instead of going home, he asked the driver to take him to the office where Baskara worked.

During the trip, Lintang's gaze never switched from the paper bag he placed in the passenger seat next door. In that paper bag, an offering he had prepared for someone special.

Lintang smiled so brightly as she realized her car had entered the scope of the office. Even more fluffy smile when he found Baskara standing alone in front of the office building, seemed to be calling.

“Mr wait here, yes, I just briefly kok.” He said to the driver who was immediately given an obedient nod.

Still with a smile as bright as the sun this afternoon, Lintang grabbed the white paper bag with the black strap, then took him down from the car with a fierce spirit.

His steps will only swing when forced to shut up so dimly hear Baskara screaming in solidarity, whether with whom the man is on the phone, but apparently their chatter does not go too well.

At first hesitated to interrupt, but Lintang finally kept his steps forward to approach Baskara who was turning his back. Slowly, he called the man's name, then put a soft pat on his back when his voice was not enough to attract the attention of the man of love.

The one on his back jumped in shock. The phone in hand almost landed horribly on the ground, lucky the owner quickly held back until the great disaster did not happen.

Surprise was clearly visible on Baskara's face. Then when the man hurriedly turned off the phone connection and pocketed the flat object with Sinchan's picture casing, Lintang realized something was wrong with him.

“What's the star here? No college?” asked Baskara, trying to relieve nervousness because just got caught by Lintang being angry. And again, he also got angry at Sabiru by calling her real name. He only wished for the sudden latitude of a bitch, so that the child would not hear exactly what he was yelling.

“Latitude Class is canceled, so Latitude comes for this anterin.” Replied Lintang while thrusting a paper bag whose rope he held tightly. He wanted to ask if Baskara was having any problems, but he was being held back because he did not want to be considered presumptuous and ended up causing a commotion like the last time.

Baskara's view fell on the paper bag that Lintang brought, wondering what if the contents inside there, and for whom exactly the paper bag was intended?

“Make Mas Abi?” tanyanya pointed at her own chest.

The paper bag was still in the hands of Lintang, Baskara had not yet reached it. “If for Mbak Anin, why not be given to the person directly? Why was he given to Mas Abi? Kan, you guys are better?” ask Baskara wonder.

Asked so, Lintang even sighed. “Lintang dare not love directly, shame.” Akunya, then his gaze somewhat fell, anchored on the leg of his tie wrapped in a gray sneaker.

“Why shy?” ask Baskara again.

Lintang raised his head, then sighed once more. “Ya just shy.” As he said, I don't know what to be ashamed of, Baskara doesn't know.

Finally, Baskara took the paper bag, he stored it beside the body. “Ya already, Mas Abi later convey to Mbak Anin. Thanks, yes.” Her speech.

Latitude nodded its head. “Then that, Latang pamit. Want to meet friends to do college assignments.”

“Udah, is that it? You came all the way here just for this anterin?”

Latitude nodded again, “Betul once.” Then put on a smile.

Baskara was astonished, to be honest. He did not expect the Latitude who is usually a sworn enemy with Sabiru could become a super duper sweet like this. But he remains grateful. At least he hopes that this way, things will get better.

“Be careful on the road, say Mr. Marsudi don't speed.” Baskara's message when Lintang left once again. Not to forget, he put a swab on the top of the child's head, immediately making his thin cheeks hilarious.

Unable to withstand the wrong behavior, Lintang immediately turned around. Moving his legs quickly along with his heart beat is increasingly great. Inwardly, he whispered, “The one was scrambled hair, the one with a mess of heart.” Then his smile did not fade even after his car drove away from the office area.

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