Bintang Di Angkasa Novels & Stories

Kate chirped and ran her eyes across the endless sky. “That one right there, is Centaurus” she said excitedly and pointed her finger at one part of the sky. “It is the brightest one and consists of 281 stars. It is....” she explained on an on for about half an hour. In between she took a break and looked up at him and frowned when she found him staring at her face, rather than looking at the sky, which she was using as a blackboard. “You are not even looking at the stars” she complained with a pout.

I am solitary now on the veranda of our house. My hand is holding the goblet that has red wine in it. I stare at the heavens, where stars are scattered in no particular order. The big dipper is making a difference among the constellations that are formed in the sky. It looks wonderful. It looks peaceful. It looks like the peace I am looking for, but it seemed to be taken away from me as the falling leaves took it away from the tree.

The night air is filled with a sense of contentment, a perfect end to a day of celebration and laughter. Apollo sits on a log near the fire, Jolene by his side, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The children run through the darkness, their silhouettes illuminated by the bonfire's glow. Above them, the night sky reveals the vastness of the cosmos, with constellations forming intricate patterns. It’s a breathtaking sight, a reminder of the immense beauty of their celestial home.

I made it weird, so it’s my job to make it normal again. After a while, Ben lies back against the blanket and points at the sky. “That’s Orion.” I join him, follow the line of his finger. “That bright one there?” “Mm-hmm!” He smiles. “Or it’s the center of his belt, at least.” This is a classic romantic moment. I just wish I knew any constellations. “Where’s the rest of him?” “There?” Ben points. It just looks like a bunch of dots. “Point more? I don’t see it.”

But this ain't just any ol' sky—this is like the most epic, jaw-dropping, out-of-this-world sky you've ever seen. The colors? Bruh, they're straight-up celestial—indigo, violet, and turquoise swirlin' and dancin' across the canvas like they're throwing' a rave up in space. And the stars? They're twinklin' like they have a secret to tell; each constellation has' its own story against the backdrop of the cosmos.

Langit explained. “That’s a lie,” Bintang teased. “I’m serious, Binbin,” Langit replied. Bintang smiled happily, snuggling closer to her husband’s chest and inhaling his scent. “Bin, don’t sniff,” Langit whispered. “Why?” Bintang asked, lifting her head to look at Langit’s face. “You’re making me ask for my share,” Langit replied teasingly. “No, I’m sleepy!” Bintang immediately refused because she was indeed tired.

As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, a celestial spectacle unfolded above them. The night sky transformed into a canvas adorned with streaks of light as shooting stars blazed across the horizon. The pack members gazed in awe, their hearts filling with wonder and a sense of connection to the vast expanse of the universe. Emily, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "Look at the shooting stars, each one carrying a wish upon its tail. This is a rare gift from the cosmos, an invitation to share our hopes and dreams with the universe."

Then Atlas takes turns leaning against me as the clouds begin to darken. Atlas lies down and uses my thigh as his pillow, Atlas' blue eyes looking brighter than the star-filled sky tonight. "Do you think it's a satellite or a star, Elsie?" He pointed at the small dots in the sky. I stood up, placing my gaze there. "I don't know. Some people think they're satellites, and some think they're celestial bodies like asteroids and small planets that reflect light." The night sky was very beautiful. "But if you look back thousands of years, they existed even before satellites were launched."

Kayden pointed upwards, and my gaze followed his finger to the sky above. The night sky was a canvas of deep black, dotted with countless twinkling stars. The moon, almost full, cast a silver glow that bathed the entire meadow in a soft light. "That's Orion," Jayden whispered in my ear, pointing towards a distinct group of stars. I followed his finger to see the hunter etched against the sky, a celestial artwork that left me awestruck. As we lay there, stargazing, they started pointing out various constellations - the Big Dipper, Cassiopeia, Cygnus. They shared stories of ancient myths associated with these constellations, their voices creating a magical symphony under the twinkling canopy.