Hear My Wish's
Chapter 7 – New York to Jakarta
A bunch of tiny white frozen grains
floating in the wind. Not a single leaf was attached to the twig.
Everything has been molested, free-falling, and sunk in thick snowflakes
road blanket.
The green-coated girl stopped her steps. Duet
the bluish-green eyes like his marbles do not always beautify. Joint
the crowd around her, Charlotte watched the musicians perform
the street near the City Hall fountain
Parks. Although its appearance from day to day never develop into
better yet, the girl still took her precious minutes to
listening to the melodious violin in the middle of the New York city square.
Canon
in D's.
For him, Johann Pachelbel's music is not music
a classic in both ears. Tones that give the impression of calm yet
the fun always managed to warm his heart, even though the cold
tried freezing.
Realizing the young man he was holding insisted on
leaving, the girl hurriedly reached into the pocket of her green coat, taking out
a few pieces of coin then slam it into the violin belonging to a street musician
which is wide open.
Charlotte pulled the young man's hand slowly so he could
stop before going any further.
“We’re
not supported to go, it’s not done yet!”
Dean took a long breath. Then, blow it slowly.
“Do
I have to stand under the cold and watch the same thing every weekend?”
“But..”
“Listen, if you want stand there and watch
him playing the same song all day, do it by yourself! You shouldn’t bring me
with you, I’ve got a lot of better things to do!” he resolutely while releasing the grasp of Charlotte from
her hands.
The girl bowed. Finally, he let Dean
passed leaving him alone in the middle of the snowy plaza in the city
his birth.
***
Dean took off his thick, dark gray coat
imposed it. He threw himself on the soft sofa in the corner of the room,
let his pair of eyes stare at the ceiling of the apartment room. That young man
put a hand on his forehead, trying to clear himself for a moment from everything
the shackles of mind-boggling emotions.
He still remembers what happened a month ago, before
new year celebration. When his father came to America. I don't know what
possessing the middle-aged man, he suddenly took the time to meet the son
the firstborn was just to introduce Dean to a girl, a mere princess
wayang from his best friend, who also happened to study in New
York's. That girl is none other than Charlotte Mitchell. He is not the type of person
naive people think it's just an ordinary introduction. From the beginning, Dean knew
exactly the implied intent of all that. Her father wants to match Charlotte
with him.
The old man's actions on Dean always
impressed pushy. It was like driving his life. Since she was old
early on, having a life choice was never once his right. Maybe young men
it can still accept the compulsion to take private lessons playing the piano only
because his father was a big fan of classical music, following various lessons
extramural extras to award certificates and gold trophies
inscribed with the name ‘Amadeus Jonathan Wijay’ increasingly crowded glass cabinets until
studied at NYU School of Law,
one of the top law universities in the United States so that his father can continue
proud of the achievement of his eldest son. Unnecessary
he was asked why he grew up as a hard-spirited and opposed person.
The young man moved from his seat. Walk some
step closer to the aluminum thermos and pour hot water on the cup
his tea.
Sometimes, Dean wishes he wasn't born
alone, but as Edwin, his brother. It doesn't matter if it has to be less
cared for by his parents, he did not have ten nimble-trained fingers
on top of the piano play a wide variety of classical music or have none
trophies and award certificates. Because he still has the right to decide
his own way of life even though he had to get a hard insinuation when his father felt
his youngest son will not be able to be a fragrance of family names.
While sipping the sweet tea that is still steaming warm, Dean
he picked up some of his thick books. A soft sound that bounces off one
heard twice. He accidentally dropped a silver object
shiny about the size of the diameter of his ring finger.
Dean picks up his engagement ring with
Charlotte. White gold jewelry is only wrapped around his finger once
just. On the very first day, he was met and betrothed. After that, then,
the circular edge-shaped object that is of great value is always placed in the
any place in his apartment. As if it doesn't cost the same
once.
***
The low temperature air that morning was cold piercing
bones, make Dean reluctant to move roll thick blanket warm
his body. Even if the short hand of the hour will soon be pointing at the number eight,
he doesn't care.
Cellphone's clinking. It was a sign of an entry
short message.
Lazily, the young man moved his hand to
reaching for his latest communication tools. Luckily, he put his phone down
right on the little table beside his bed.
‘From
: Charlotte
I’m
in front of your apartment room : )’
Dean sniffed annoyed.
Although reluctant, he inevitably had to open the door to
this girl's.
“Morning,”sapa girl unravels the blonde warmly while
she showed a sweet smile on her lips. “Dids
you just woke up?” tanyanya even though it was clearly visible to the young man before her
really just got out of bed. Her hair is still messy, not yet
touched the comb at all.
“Mhm,” Dean cleared his throat slowly.
“Ah, <TAG1>,
sorry. I must have woken you up,”the sweet smile fades a little.
Dean didn't respond to Charlotte's apology.
Charlotte stepped inside while taking off the trench coat she was wearing. Aromas
typical earl grey tea welcomed
his arrival, a scent that is believed to calm the mind.
“You
seem really like tea,”the girl put down her black sling bag.
“It’s
obviously isn’t it?”Dean
pour hot water into his teacup, followed by pouring a spoon of sugar
sand.
Charlotte sat down while twirling the two mothers
her finger, “It’s a nice day today. Whys
don’t we spend our time together outside?”
“Well.
I’ll pass,” he immediately rejected Charlotte's invitation metnah-raw. “I have to study for an upcoming exam.”
A pair of marbles lenses belonging to the golden girl was fixed on several books
thick still stretched out on the table, “Oh,
right. Sorry,” he said softly while lowering his head like a withered flower.
“Dean, <TAG1>,
back to your town?”
“I
haven’t decided yet.”
The mood was silent for a moment. Dean really felt reluctant to open his mouth to throw a long answer. Charlotte glanced back
some thick books were spread out on the brown table. He can't
sit here for a long time. Because, it means it will disrupt the learning hours
Dean for tomorrow's exam.
His hand grabbed a package from inside the bag
his sash. Not to forget, Charlotte wrote something on sticky notes and attached it. Then, the package was placed
on the table, right next to Dean's books.
“U...
I’m going to leave now. Once, again I’m sorry to wake you up,”for the third time, Charlotte said the word
‘maaf’.
As soon as the door closed, Dean let it go
her head. The girl has gone home.
Finally, he could feel a little calm.
Dean gnawed. He realized the girl was putting something down
beside his thick textbooks and revolving around the law.
‘I
brought a sandwich for your breakfast, my grandma accidently made three
the instead of two. Hope you like it.
Also,
have this ladybug on clover as a charm. Good luck for your exam : )’
Not just a disposable lunch box
containing the mustard bread made by Charlotte's grandmother, the package also stores objects
small that resembles a key chain. Dean could see it clearly,
a ladybug attached to the four-leaf
clover. If he did not misread the article at that time, these two symbols are
the symbol of good luck in Western countries.
His intentions are not bad. But that's not enough for
changing the impression of Dean who never liked the presence of strangers aka ‘strangers’ in his life.
‘Dean, <TAG1>,
do you have any plans after you graduate? Would you like to stay here? Maybe
going back to your town?’
The question came back to his ears. An answer was suddenly etched into his mind. He decided it in a matter of seconds.
***
Taking care of Noel is not an easy thing for women
middle-aged named Inara Ayu Rahmaulidia, or more familiarly called bi Nara.
Everyday, the woman had to put aside some of her energy to chase
Noels. The boy was always running when bi Nara started saying his name and came over
come close. For aunty, Noel is not much different from the stray cats that ever
edwin a few years ago. Only, he did not claw and meow.
Somehow, the boy could have obeyed if Edwin had told him to sit down. As if
the young man was his master. Like yesterday when bi Nara was about to prune
noel's hair that grows long is not careless. The boy didn't wince when Edwin
stand beside him. He just sat down, closed his eyes
tightly, as if her hair would hurt when cut.
Luckily, it no longer happens. As it goes
time, Noel has been able to adapt well in his new home. Run
not necessarily the direction has not become a habit again every time the name is called
by aunty. The boy understood, bi Nara was only in charge of taking care of him.
Trim her reddish black hair when it's almost touching
neck, cut the fingernails and toes when it starts long,
and remind him to eat three times, shower twice, and brush his teeth
in the morning and at night.
Bi Nara pressed the plug a little harder, making sure
the black wire was already plugged in properly on the outlet.
Watching the thick-bodied woman's finger was almost clean with
power button in vacuum cleaner named and often called ‘Nunu’
by Noel because the color is the same as one of the cartoon characters on television, child
it rushed to sit up and raised both its legs on the sofa so as not to
in contact with ‘belalai’ that strange voiced object.
Her gaze continued to follow every aunt's movements. It's been almost every day
for three weeks he watched the woman clean the velvet carpet with
vacuum cleaner. But, he still felt that what he witnessed was a thing
uniques.
Even though the living room is filled with vacuum noise
cleaner, Noel's sharp hearing caught another much slower sound.
Sounds of clashing keys. He immediately turned around.
“Where is Edwin going?” noel asked as he looked at the young man who had already
neatly dressed, complete with its bright orange alma mater.
“Ke place of lecture.”
Noel directly down from the sofa where he was silent, “Noel want to come!” exclaims
eager.
Edwin smiled faintly as he ruffled the boy's hair.
“You're at home aja.”
“But, Noel wants to come. Noel wants to see
college place brother Edwin,” whining.
“No business. Later, if you come, you can just sit in the car
doang, youho. Meningan you just memenin aunty at home.”
His spirit flames instantly extinguished. Noel immediately pouted hearing a reply
Edwin.
“Don't sulk, dong.” Edwin pinched slowly on the boy's cheek, “Later if
nambek, Noel is not buying ice cream, nih.”
Noel immediately showed off a big smile on his face, “Noel did not sulk, he said,
kok.”
The young man smiled and patted Noel on the shoulder.
“Good at home, yes. Can't be naughty with aunt, okay?”
“OK!” he answered while giving a thumbs up.
***
Soekarno-hatta Airport.
This place has even been crowded with foreign tourists before the turn of spring to summer.
Dean gnawed. He could breathe the air of his native land again
lived in New York for about six years. Nearly two years to
adapt and four years to earn a bachelor's degree.
In fact, his return held implied intentions other than to meet again
with his brother in Jakarta. He wants to stay away from Charlotte. That girl
it was impossible to catch up with him at a distance of sixteen thousand kilometers,
wasn't he?
Accidentally, he nudged the shoulder of someone who passed him.
“Sorry!”dean and the guy were almost at the same time.
“Dean?” the girl who had just clashed with him made sure of the young man
really the person he knew. “I
didn’t expect to see you here,” he tucked his golden mane into
behind the ears, letting his smile look unimpeded.
The young man spoke a thousand languages. He really did not expect, what
just now questionable in his mind was answered this second as well. Want one
it felt Dean move his hand, slapping his own cheek with all his might.
I hope it doesn't make him in pain. A proof where all this is
dream and soon he will wake up from his sleep.
“Why don’t we have a lunch together? I’ll treat you,”
Lunch time? What a sweet offer. But baby, it's been absolute deep
dean's mind that he's going to reject the call is raw.
The young man started looking for excuses, “I’ll
pass. I’ve already promoted to my little brother that we will have a lunch
together at home.” In fact, he made no promises at all
anything on Edwin. His return to Jakarta is unknown
her sister's.
“Home?”Charlotte tilted her head slightly. “Oh, are you Indonesian? Stayed
Jakarta?” the question is in the English-American accent that is still very thick.
Lucky, Dean wasn't drinking. If so, he might choke
listen to Charlotte speaking in Indonesian.
‘Since
when can he speak Indonesian?!’
