Dum Spiro, Spero
Where You're Going, I'm Coming
In order to meet the needs of life, Baskara worked as a graphic designer at a fairly large printing company in Jogjakarta. It is only 20 minutes away from his rented house on a motorcycle. Blue works at a bookstore a few blocks from the office where Baskara works.
Where they work together operates from Monday to Friday, but for Baskara, he often gets overtime, especially if he is being pursued a deadline for the publisher of a new book title. He often had to go home late on Friday, then back to work on Saturday to continue his work.
Like today, for example. When the wall clock in the room showed at 5 past 20 minutes and other employees were getting ready to go home, Baskara was still struggling with his work computer set. There were a total of 3 cover designs for the title of the book that he had to finish before next week, so inevitably, he had to return overtime.
“Mas Abi want to overtime again?” tanya Seno, an employee of the marketing division. The tall man with exotic Indonesian skin walked up to Baskara's chair, also stealing the view on the man's computer screen.
“Iya, there are still 3 more titles.” Baskara answered while moving her neck to the right and to the left, trying to eliminate the stiff that attacked because of too long staring at the computer screen.
“Waduh, many also.” Seno said, as if concerned.
Hearing that, Baskara just chuckled softly. “His work, want a lot or a little still should be done with pleasure.” Her speech.
Seno grinned while scratching his head, feeling insinuated. Because, unlike his coworkers who always look patient and legowo face as much as the job, he more often complain and grumble. One office as well as already know that he's a handyman complaining.
Baskara carved a thin smile at Seno's behavior, then she patted the arm of the man younger than 4 years from her slowly. “Udah, there go home. Your home will be far away, will hunt Maghrib.” Tell her.
Seno who still feels wrong behavior then mangosteen. “Yes already, I first yes Mas Abi. Mas Abi also if you can not be too late night overtime, pity the body.” Said the man.
Baskara smiled again as she nodded. “Be careful on the road.” The message, and Seno just pulled out a thumb as a gesture while moving away.
Sepi immediately came ambushing after Seno left. The man became the last to come out after the others first came out without further ado. In this office, Baskara is not included in the ranks of employees who have many colleagues to talk to. Unlike his old self, who was excited and cheerful, Baskara has changed a lot. Conversations and making friends are no longer his specialty, so he ends up being someone who is more silent if nothing is too important to talk about.
Seno became the one who often approached him first. But Baskara knew, the young man only did it because he was the youngest. Just as a form of courtesy though in fact, Baskara is the most recent member to join the company.
He is not worthy of company. Once upon a time the thought appeared in his head. Again, it all refers to what has happened in the past. Despite telling himself many times that what happened was not his fault, Baskara still ended up a nelangsa.
Baskara took a hard breath, then exhaled heavily. The time that passes does not fix things. As far as running goes, he remains back in a phase where he constantly blames himself. It's exhausting, to be honest.
“Knock, knock.”
Baskara turned quickly towards the door. There, her lover stood with a clear worried look.
“Since when did you get there?” ask Baskara. He turned the chair, making his body face towards the door.
Sabiru walked over, not forgetting to close the door previously left by Seno in an open state. “Since Seno left and you daydream again.” Answer Blue after he gets in front of Baskara.
“Thinking what?” ask Blue. Her chest tightened again as she recalled how miserable Baskara's tears were last night, as well as how hard the man tried to look fine the next morning.
“Nothing. Just a little tired because my work is pursued by many deadline.” Baskara Lying. He did not want to share more wounds with the lover who gave up his youth wasted on having to accompany his escape.
Four years ago, when deciding to go to Surabaya with Sabiru for the first time, Baskara never thought that their escape should get this far. And when he had to leave Surabaya because Jeffrey came chasing, Baskara also asked Blue to stay in Surabaya with his tantric family. But she refused and chose to go wherever she went, even if it meant giving up any access to contact with the only family she still had.
The sacrifice that Blue gave her was already too great, she could not make the woman also bear her burden even more.
“Not there, Darling.” Baskara reflects on the smile. “Oh, yes, I am tonight overtime until night. You go home first, I pesenin ojek online, yes?”
“Not necessary.” Blue refused. “Ongkosnya appreciable. Anyway, I want here temenin lo let your work quickly finish.”
“Lo know my work will never be finished if there is lo here.” Baskara.
Blue eyebrows intertwined, confused. “Means?”
Instead of answering, Baskara instead published a slanted smile, then pulled the seat occupied by Sabiru until they were actually facing each other in a thin distance.
“Cuz I’m gonna kiss you ‘till we’re out of breathe.” Baskara whisper while rubbing the lower lip Blue is a little dry because of the lipstick.
“Don't be crazy, here is a CCTV camera.” Blue hissing. Want to clap Baskara's hand, but not the heart.
Hearing that, Baskara even chuckled as if. “It's good, let us viral. Later the title of the article, ‘some sister did pervert in the office space’ beuh, views can be millions if news like that.” Said origin.
“You want to use viral like that? Cheap bener.”
Again, Baskara chuckled. If this room was still full of co-workers, they would definitely stare at Baskara with eyes of disbelief. The figure of Abhimanyu whom they knew was quiet and rarely smiled could laugh out loud like that just because of a girl, what a sight that might give rise to new speculations: Abhimanyu suffers from multiple personality disorder.
“Where is the funny thing about my speech, B—“ Blue stopped his speech, a little look up to glance at the corner of the room where CCTV is located. “Kiandra Abhimanyu?” he then looked back at Baskara.
“CCTV it will not catch the sound, do not be nervous it.” Ledek Baskara, smelling a smile seeing her lover look panicked.
Blue tickle, “Jaga-jangan.” Spray it.
“Yes, yes, Kimara Anindia, sorry your brother yes.” While saying so, Baskara rubbed Blue's head. Acting like a kind brother who is trying to persuade his little sister who is sulking.
“Najis.” Blue removed Baskara's hand from her head. “Udah there work, let us not more night home.”
“Yes, yes, it's really the same brother himself.”
“Stop ngaku-ngaku so my brother.”
“Gue no ngaku, we are brother sister.”
“Wong crazy!”
And Baskara chuckled again. More frenzied, more detached. While still can. As long as in front of Sabiru he could still let go of laughter, he would not hold it in.
As for Sabiru, she increasingly believes that going wherever Baskara goes is the most appropriate decision for both of them.
Seriate