Call Love to Tone

Traumatization

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"Where were we going, Nad.?" ghibran asked while they were still on their way.

"What theme are we going to take?" The back asked.

"Where about the beach?" ghibran replied casually.

Tone squinted at hearing the word beach. "Why should you choose the beach anyway?"

Hearing Nada's words, Ghibran was a little confused. "Why?"

"Yes, why did you choose the beach? There's nowhere simpler."

"Lo know what? Simple doesn't mean the best, right? I know, the beach is not the best place, but there is something that makes the beach more special" replied Ghibran again with a smile.

If Rangga knows, his famous friend the two-door refrigerator guy smiles at a girl, surely he will be excited and fog himself. Btw, Rangga again rarely appears huh. Who misses the same to the Rangga... 🤣

" What? "was wondering, Tone was curious.

"The beach has something. Because of the beauty of the beach, it can elicit a sense of optimism, dispelling despair. If there is a lot of burden we can also remove the dust that we feel by shouting without any intruders." replied Ghibran philosophized.

Why are his words the same? Inner Tone..

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Flashbacks...

2 Years ago...

The two young men were engrossed in chasing on the white sand of the beach, barefooted while carrying two shell shells they had rolled in the sand before.

It looks like the girl in front starts to get overtaken and soon the guy behind her can catch her.

It made them laugh with laughter, light, as if without burden.

The two of them sat on a large rock that stood firm, poking its feet down and letting the waves wet their feet.

"Why the hell? You always said the beach was a special place?" ask the girl sitting next to the guy.

The guy smelled a smile. His hair is flushed he rubs back.

"Because of you, Nada..."

The girl who was none other than Tone hit the guy's arm hard enough, but not to make him fall into the water. "Ih... I seriously know.. I know, the rich beach is beautiful. There is also romantic. But what makes a place called the beach special in the heart of Elo?"

The guy grimaced softly due to the punch of Tone earlier. "I told you, it's special because there's an elo."

The tone glared back, "We first met instead of at the beach."

"Keep why, if not where we first met."

"Danish.... The real dong!"

The guy just chuckles softly when he sees the face of a reddened tone.

"Bagcases.....!" nada yelled even more bitterly at the man named Bagas, because his question did not get a satisfactory answer.

Nada finally stood up and wanted to walk away from Bagas. But only then would he step up, his hand already being easily pulled down.

And that made Nada back sitting next to Bagas. "Dlp..... Right, my ass hurts... Lo mah Gas, just pull it."

Bagas saw Nada who was now sitting down while rubbing her back. "Where are you going anyway??"

"Au ah, sebel" Nada said as she turned her face the other way.

"Yes, I tell you. For bebeb's sake let's not sulk." Bagas said as he blinked one eye. "Do you know what's special about the beach?"

Tone shook hearing the statement.

"Look there." said Bagas pointing forward. The tone followed his point of view. "The beauty of the beach can foster a sense of optimism, eliminate feelings of despair, we can scream at will in order to shed all the burden. There will be no one to interrupt our cries."

Flashback complete...

Ghibran squinted his eyes, he turned towards the rearview mirror to be able to see the girl's expression.

And Ghibran was glued for a while because the face that was usually expressionless and so cold, now looks so sad. It was like there was sadness in itself, because of the words he said earlier.

Does he want that Bagas name? ask Ghibran in heart.

"Woooy.... Don't daydream." said Ghibran.

"What the hell."

"Awas you don't daydream.."

"Why?"

"Some died because of daydreaming." Ghibran scares Nada.

His tone scrunched his forehead, in wonder.. "Well, did you get to die?"

"Yes his ashes were his rooster daydreaming on the train tracks, so dead kelindes dah" said Ghibran crisp.

"Sial lo! It's good to call me a chicken." said Nada, upset with Ghibran's joke, hitting her right hand hard.

"eeehs... Eeehs... Why.." said Nada who panicked.

Because, the motorbike they ride suddenly ignites.

By reflex the hand of Tone coiled tightly around the Ghibran's waist. Nada also rests her body on Ghibran's back. And Nada's face was on her shoulders.

The sudden treatment of Tone, immediately made Ghibran's face become red like a boiled crab.

But he immediately neutralized the look on his face. Ghibran also stabilized the two-wheeled vehicle.

Ghibran hissing. In my heart, I am happy to ask for mercy.

"Duh what the hell. Lo played just hit. What if we fall?"

"So... Sorry, my reflexes." said Nada who was not aware of his position.

The ghibran stopped its motor speed on the side of the road, when it felt that the body of Nada slightly shook.

The ghibran was not a b*go guy who when he saw the girl vibrate, even asked unclearly. He knew that this was not the right time for all sorts of questions.

The ghibran immediately led Nada down from the motorbike. And coincidentally, they stopped next to an ordinary garden. But there are some long chairs. It was there that Ghibran brought Nada.

After Nada sat on the park chair, Ghibran took off the jacket that had been tied to his waist from the beginning. Then directly used on the tone. The black jacket was now attached to the body of the Tone.

"Why Nad? ask Gibran.

"Gue is afraid." replied Nada Iirih.

The ghibran felt strange with Nada's reply. Because the bike was just a little by, not too severe and can still be overcome. But Nada looked completely shocked.

The ghibran calms Nada by hugging her. Because maybe with this he will be quite calm.

On the face of the beautiful girl was no longer left her cold and expressionless look. Now, there is only a look of shock and fear.

"Silence, Tone..."

For some reason, Nada felt comfortable beside the Ghibran. Does his heart begin to open to the figure of the man who now accompanies and calms him??

After a long while, Nada started to calm down again. And then Ghibran led his hand, and they finally got on the bike and drove again.

"Sorry, yes... Ghibran.." said Nada slowly.

"What??"

"Sorry, I took care of you earlier."

"All right, slow why... We are friends" Gibran said. "But bye the Way, why are you afraid?? that was just a little bit of a whim. I can still handle it."

His tone lowered, he bit his lips slowly.

"But don't tell anyone.."

"Quiet down. I'm not a leaky bucket, really. Guaranteed I can accommodate myself" said Ghibran after hearing Nada's speech.

"Gue.... I´m.... I'm traumatized."

Ghibran was shocked to hear. "Trauma why??"

"Because, I lost precious people by my side because of an accident. Starting from mama and papa, and I myself have done something similar. But I'm still lucky. Someone is helping me. His pity, even so he became the victim and died. Since then I have always been afraid that the vehicle I was riding suddenly like that.

Ghibran was stunned by the bitter memories of Nada, the pantes of her shock earlier.

"Sorry yes, I don't know. I'm sorry I made you remember the old wounds."

"No papa."

And in order to eliminate the fear of Nada now, Ghibran also diverted the conversation.

"Well, we're doing our job at my house. Lying in my house."

"Well, don't we want to make a description of the beach?"

"Yes, not now to the beach. Now we just make a description according to the book or Google. On Sunday, we're off to the beach."

Tone nodded slowly.

After that, there was no more conversation between them.

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At Ghibran's house, the two of them entered. And the Ghibran took Nada to a special room.

Eiii...... Watch out for you guys, don't get me wrong...

This room is not a bedroom, really. 😁😁But the study room, which in it is quite spacious and there is even its mini library.

Tone looking around. Neatest.. His mind slowly. Ghibran is in the kitchen.

Then Ghibran returned while carrying a tray on top of his orange juice and spicy dry snacks.

The ghibran put the tray next to Nada. Then he took Nada walking towards the mini shelf full of books.

Ghibran had Nada search for an encyclopedia about the beach, and he himself looked for another book that also told the beach.

Fifteen minutes later they began to string word by word out of what they summarized in the book.

Every now and then their hands take the snacks and drinks.

After almost an hour, they finished making a series of words that they put together.

Tone glanced at the clock hanging up there, on the sky-blue painted wall.

"Yes able.... Two o'clock.." said Nada surprised.

"Why Nad?"

"Gue has not yet prayed zuhur. Come to the bathroom, dong."

Ghibran also called the maid in his house.

"Bi Eniii....."

The middle-aged woman called Ghibran approached the two of them. "What's up, den..."

"Take him to the bathroom" said Ghibran, pointing at Nada. "Sad. You follow Bi Eni."

"OKAY. Thanks ya." replied Nada and followed the aunt.

The ghibran stared at Nada who went with Bi Eni.

Are we just going to be a friend, Nad??

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