Hear My Wish's

Chapter 5 - Edwin's

The boy's sight did not move. His heart was amazed not

main, watching the stunning performance right in front of him. Heeded

the fingers squeaked, pressing the piano keys alternately, buzzing the tones

lovely. The melody was no stranger to Edwin's ears. A medley of popular classic songs

ludwig van Beethoven's.

Beethoven's Virus, Fur Elise, Moonlight Sonata.

He was really stunned. His brother, Amadeus Jonathan Wijaya, or often

called ‘Dean’ which is out of nowhere, it is indeed very great! Her age

he was three years older than Edwin. But his talent for playing the piano is not

doubtful. If only the child participated in the talent search, of course

this appearance made the other participants get eliminated easily.

Yes, it is possible, it is the influence of the name ‘Amadeus’ quoted from one

classical music composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Little edwin nodded deeply

his heart, hoping that his name was also quoted from influential people in the world. Sure, sure,

he will also be great, just like his brother, maybe even more. But, uh,

repeatedly, her brother told her at length. His musical talent is not

due to the name ‘Amadeus’ quoted from Mozart, it breaks the little Edwin conjecture

the unfounded.

“If you want to be able to play the piano like brother, you also have to practice”

Indeed, come to think of the child, the words that Dean spoke

thats right. Edwin always saw his brother play the piano whenever the needles were short

pinpointing exactly the number five. Accompanied by his private tutor, a tall woman in glasses, he,

with almost entirely white hair. His face was always sour, without a smile,

when dealing with his students. From what he saw, it was already imagined

obviously, Edwin was also a private tutor.

“Repeat again! Twenty times!”

Such were the words that he would hear each time his fingers flashed

getting lost, pressing the wrong piano keys, making the harmony of the tones fall. Tak

you can imagine how much he would suffer if he also studied. Edwin is even

don't know, which piano keys reads ‘do’, which reads ‘re’, ‘mi’.

In short, the boy did not even master the seven basic notes in music.

***

Bi Nara dropped the small details just above the filled aquarium

the fish of Edwin's favorite chef. The three animals were very happy with the action

they, chasing and scrambling the falling food was witnessed by its owner. However,

this time something caught the attention of the seven-year-old.

His pair of eyes did not glance at the golden puffed-up creature like a balloon

that's. No matter how they squiggle their bodies, swim here and there,

and open his mouth shut.

He was busy looking at his older brother, Dean, who was clutching the phone handle of the house

emerald in the corner of the living room.

“Ma, sister can't, ma!”

“Stt... Your voice is loud, you know, Dean. Till

mama's friends here can hear all”

“Ih! If it's just a loud noise, it doesn't necessarily win, ma! Later brother

be ashamed!”

“Dean should be sure win, dong. You're a smart kid.

Every year I bring home a cup. Look at the closet in the living room.

It contains your trophies all”

Dean turned his head, looking at the glass cabinet that let the golden objects sparkle

it's sheltered in it. His mother was right. Two levels of the closet are already

filled with various kinds of trophies. All the cups have one

commonalities. Especially if you don't have the same name? Name ‘Amadeus Jonathan

Wijaya’ it plastered clearly on every cup that. Followed by ‘JUARA I’,

school name, school year.

“But..”.

“Dean, darling. You heard mommy all right, yeah. You are not

*can directly shout ‘not be’ if you have never tried”*Her mother hastily cut the sentence of her firstborn\,

before any other complaint was filed. “Yes...

Dean is right, this is the first time for you. But you should too

stay tuned, so you can have a new experience. Well, gini, deh. Dean is a kid

mommy's first birth If you don't want to give birth, you

there won't be, will there?”

The boy was silent.

“Mama know, maybe you have a sense of groggy, confused, nervous.

My mom was also when you were born. But, mama kept going. Finally,

succeeds. You were born healthy, mommy is also happy”

Dean pouts. It can no longer reason. “Yaudah, yes, yes! Brother try

follow, kok!” the phone was put back.

His little sister ran around, approaching her slightly annoyed brother.

“Kak why?” he asked while tilting his head slightly.

“Kakak was told to participate in the same debate competition bu guru. But, brother has never

come, so sister won't come.” He sighed softly, “So sister story

go to mama. The plan is, you want mom to tell the teacher so that you don't

registered with the teacher to participate in the race. Uh, mama even supports brother come with”

“Hmm...,” Edwin mangosteen, his style seems to convince him really

understand what Dean meant. “What debate competition is kak?” it's sudden

inquiring.

“Edwin did not know, anyway?!”

“Ih, where Edwin knows, brother. Edwin is only second class SD,” he said plain

while brandishing two fingers, forming the letter ‘V’.

“It, you know... Kayak....,” Dean fell silent for a moment, thinking of a circuit

a simple sentence so that his sister understood the meaning of his explanation. “...Adus

opinion!” he continued after finding a solid diction choice. “Eh, yes!

Not just that! His opinion should also be in English!”

Edwin stunned. It's a tough foreign language, isn't it? So far, it's on its own

just understand the greeting sentences, such as ‘Good Morning’, ‘Hello’, ‘How are you?’, along with the answer, ‘I am fine, thank you!’ if you feel

doin' fine. But, I don't know what makes him so sure, that it is

easy for her brother. How not? He is very good at playing the piano.

He started studying less than a year ago. Everybody knows, though,

not just anyone can perform classical songs with a full rhythm

the innate, possessing the souls that hear it, also feels deep emotions

tones.

“Kakak definitely can, kok!” Edwin smiled broadly. “So I'm smart, for sure

learn fast!”

Hearing the support that praised him, he was not

glad, Dean's getting pissed. Without replying to her sister's words

‘thank you’, he turned to leave the boy alone astonished

look at her brother's behavior.

***

Dean smiled triumphantly. Still in the shadows in his mind

how his opponent fell silent mute when his loud voice firmly pierced sharply

the guy's ears. Golden plaque with engraving name ‘Amadeus Jonathan Wijaya’

it was lifted with a sense of a million pride. Unexpectedly, he won!

Even with a little training from the school teacher.

“Mama! Brother won! Champion one!” he was so excited, to the point of smiling

the radiant width was clearly visible on his face.

The woman who was none other than the mother of Dean and Edwin was smiling sweetly, “Well, uh,

don't you? Win, right? Mama said what was that time?”

Dean chuckles softly, “Tomorrow, if there's another debate race. Brother follow!

But mama should be geekin sister, yes!”

Edwin could only pay attention to his brother's pride from afar. Feelings

happy and sad mixed in his heart, like the colors of watercolors

to be used by painters. He was also happy with his brother's victory.

But he also felt sad. He felt more and more, he could not become like

Dean, bring home a lot of trophies and pride for achievement.

He compared himself to Dean in various fields. The music?

Sure, a big loss. Dean can perform any song with a mistake

very minimal tone. Even if his finger accidentally pressed the piano keys

wrong, the melody can be re-aligned without having to think hard

momentary. And Edwin? No need to discuss, he is not proficient, not one bit. Tak

except for the basic things about playing musical instruments. A debate? Ouch,

never mind. If the child is shy with a soft voice it argues with

her brother, her brother's voice must have grabbed both ears, forcing her to

silence mute, admit defeat. A cleverness? Look at that glass cabinet! All

The boy fell down like morning

glory in the afternoon. As if its glory had been swallowed up by the twilight sky.

“Why, anyway, Mas? How to fuck?” bi Nara patted both of Edwin's shoulders,

disperse daydreams.

The boy looked at his nanny. His face looks so sad.

“Great sister huh, Bi? Not like Edwin..,” his voice trembled a little, nose.

and her cheeks were slightly reddened, her eyes began to glaze over.

“Eh, uh, kok cry?” bi Nara immediately hugged the child she cared for since

that baby. Squeezing his head.

Edwin did not heed the middle-aged woman's question, he still continued

her tears, letting her tears flow.

“Tuh, tuh, look. Mas Edwin seen the same fish.” He tried to divert

attention of the boy, “Mas Edwin invited to play, tuh!” he said while pointing to

the direction of the rectangular aquarium is beautifully decorated, with small stones and

miniature castles inside, giving the impression of a sea kingdom. Though

obviously the three fish just glued their gazes outside the clear glass

that's to ask for food. “Yuk, stop by, yuk!” wheedled.

He lifted his face. His little hands were busy wiping away the tears

from cheeks.

Persuading Edwin to stop crying was not something difficult for bi Nara.

He knew very well about the boy. His attention is easily drawn to things

others around it. The wrinkled face of the woman looked at the youngest child

his master who now looks happy, entertained the attraction of goldfish

the curling chef chased his food.

A bright smile was seen on his lips. His eyes followed the movements of the three creatures

that frisky stock. The sadness in his heart suddenly disappeared, gone without a trace,

for the time being.

That's how day after day goes by, months keep changing, years

missed. Now, the glass cupboard is full. Possession cup

Dean, certainly.

Edwin blew out twelve small candles that formed a circular formation,

firmly planted on a mocca cake with various aesthetic decorations of whipped

cream. This was the umpteenth time for the boy, blowing out the candles above

his birthday cake, without the presence of any member of his family. Her mother

she was in Germany to visit her twin sister who was being treated at home

sick two days ago. His father is also overseas, Singapore

to be exact, busy taking care of his business, or whatever that's called. Whereas

her brother was busy participating in an important activity that was impossible

denied. Today, Dean entered a provincial-level debate race in celebration

the month of language coincides with the day of the oath

youngling. But, it's okay. Edwin was used to it. His own family is like

someone else for him. No matter and don't know him. They've been busy

with their own business. At least, there's still bi Nara here who's loyal

accompanied him. Although the atmosphere of the house was so quiet and silent, without a human voice,

or the sweet piano.

Phone in the corner of the living room

it rings so loud. Bi Nara hurriedly picked up the phone, answering

call, “Halo, good afternoon” he said.

The boy's attention was distracted. But he couldn't hear the conversation

her nanny with the mysterious caller. Pulling out the small candles

who had already extinguished it from the cake, he continued to pay attention to the sudden bi Nara

speechless stiff. Shortly after the call ended. He turned a unique button

from the old-fashioned telephone to approximately eleven or twelve times, begin

another new call.

Edwin shrugged both of his shoulders, grabbing a plastic knife from the box

her birthday cake wrapper. The cake was cut into five pieces

be careful, even though the cut still looks messy. Then, he put

two white porcelain plates with blue rose decoration on the edge

that thing. One for her, and one for bi Nara. The rest of the cake will be

given to father, mother, and Dean will be stored in the refrigerator.

While occasionally looking at bi Nara who is still busy in front of the phone house,

his hand reached for a fork and a dinner knife. I think he can't wait to

spent a fifth of that mocca cake.

Today is exactly the same as the days before. It's woken

early in the morning, given breakfast, and soon may have to get ready to wear

SMP uniform, white shirt with dark blue trousers, complete with tie

and the alma mater bears the logo of his school. But, baby, his last guess

missed very far. Not a uniform, he was given a black suit.

Entirely black. From shirts, pants, to shoes.

Edwin grew more astonished when bi Nara also wore a dress

black long simple, without decoration or lace sweetener dress. Her hair

it is tidier than usual. His eyes look a little swollen, like

the one who spends his nights crying.

***

The crate in pure white lay between the network decorations

white lily flowers and chrysanthemum are distinctly scented. Two flowers so attached to the farewell, the emblem

from death. The flowers imply sympathy towards them, relatives and

the families left behind go loved ones. That melody of grief accompanied requiem

this morning.

The pair of eyes widened as he crossed paths with a frame in between

small bouquets. Long unraveling dark brown hair, the look in his eyes

the shady, small gold earrings hung on both his ears. That face

so familiar, a face that was very similar to her. The woman inside the figura

serafina Wijaya is a mother of two, none other than Dean and Edwin.

The boy ran closer to the box. It was like he couldn't believe it, an oblong woman

the stiff in the wooden box was his mother. The bride's pale pink dress covered her entire body

most of them have burns. His face was covered in a thin white mosquito net.

“Edwin,” sound heavy it

calling out to him, the young man's hand patted his sister's shoulder which started to cry

sniffle. “Win, already, win. Don't cry anymore” persuade him while embracing

Edwin, trying to take her all the way from their mother's coffin to cry

stop over. Inevitably, the boy complied, allowing himself to be carried away by the young man.

Although the good memories with his mother are engraved in

edwin's memory can be counted on the fingers. Her tears forced themselves

out, flowed to divide the two cheeks that were slightly reddish. Her heart

really sensitive to the atmosphere. It was like he was screaming,

calling out to the woman while shaking her shoulders continuously until

his eyes opened wide and began to move, responding to the call of his youngest son.

But, baby, that's impossible. Absolutely impossible. That woman is lifeless

again since yesterday. A few hours before bi Nara receives an incoming call,

an important notice that the plane the woman was boarding experienced

the accident shortly after leaving Germany for Indonesia.

A thousand days have passed. That day, bi Nara helped Dean pack

some of the stuff is in that big gray suitcase. The young man was wearing a coat

a pretty thick dark chocolate. His departure today was already planned for his father

far-away.

“Win, brother departs first,” Dean smiles thinly at Edwin, the only one

the younger brother he had, who he would also leave behind in a matter of hours. “You

take care of yourself in Indonesia, yes” message while patting both shoulders Edwin

concomitantly.

Edwin returned his brother's smile. Though his heart was anxious and sad.

He was afraid that in case the deadly accident repeated itself, forcing two

these brothers separated forever, as happened with

their mother was about three years ago. “Kakak too,” said briefly.

The move was quite stalled at Soekarno-Hatta airport, watching

the departure of her brother who wants to continue his education in New York, New York,

United States's.

Yeah, well, at least he's not really alone. There is still bi

Nara's. Didn't they?

The young man tried to console himself, although this time it was quite difficult. Because

he was left the number two closest to him. These two brothers

become familiar again as before since his mother died.

Edwin breathed.

Sooner or later, he must accept with roomy chest whatever

happened in his life.