Home For My Soul

42|Untung Only

~Amarily~

“Good morning, Ma'am. Can I help you?” ask the waiter who opened the boutique door.

“Good morning,” reply me cheerfully.

“Ah, let me serve,” said a young woman who approached us. I looked up and saw a familiar face. “Mari, Mbak. I help.”

“Iya.” I picked up the shopping bag I was carrying. “I want to exchange all these clothes for different models, but at the same price.” I showed you the quotation.

“Originally the label was not tampered—” the woman said meaningfully. I immediately shook my head. “Good. Come, come with me.” He smiled broadly before turning his body.

Waw. I thought I would argue hard before anyone would serve me. This boutique service can also. I waited for him and his partner to carefully inspect all the clothes that had been purchased. She smiled with satisfaction seeing that not a single label was removed and the clothes were in the same state as when we brought them from this place.

She was the woman who helped me when choosing clothes. So, I'm not surprised she took all the clothes that fit me that made me smile with satisfaction while wearing them. He was very observant to see the likes of his customers.

After swapping out all the clothes that didn't fit me for the better, I went home with light steps. It was fortunate that the concert was held at night, so I still had time to exchange it, wash dry at the tattooist, and get ready in my rent room.

I could have asked Big Brother for help, but Theo would be angry if I performed as beautiful as yesterday. Something's wrong with his head. When she doesn't like to see me beautiful? What kind of boyfriend is that? I was forced to buy lipstick, but the price was more affordable than using the services of a salon.

Theo's face clearly showed him protesting with my appearance. Goody. He now knows what it feels like to hold back emotions when someone does something he doesn't like. I'm glad Aunt Ruth likes my looks. I can't imagine her response if I wear that ugly shirt.

“Duh, just troublesome,” said Theo while putting his phone back in his suit pocket after talking to his sister via mobile phone.

“What's up?” aska I want to know.

Instead of answering my question, he took my hand and led me to the side door. Seeing him take me to the inside of the building, I thought we got an honor seat near the stage. Matt is facing a problem.

The problem is unfortunately very complicated until my voice is shriveled. But I could not bear to see him so panicked by the continuity of their music concert. So, I ventured to accompany her to play an elaborate song that required a game of fingers as fast as that light.

The pale-faced people backstage were cheerful to see me coming with Matt. They were back in a huff when they heard my violin play. So obnoxious. Instead of being grateful that someone was willing to help, they looked cynically at me.

It's only natural that my bookkeeper's game is a bit messed up. I'm warming up, not playing the real violin. Finished adjusting the tightness of each string and getting the right notes, then I nodded to Matt. He opened the notebook page for me.

Fortunately, I sometimes choose classical songs to play while busking. “Moonlight Sonata” is one of them. The work of the genius Beethoven is the most fitting to show ability in playing musical instruments. And I like to show off.

“OK, I pulled my words earlier,” Matt said staring at me with sparkling eyes as I had just finished two lines of tone.

Looking at everyone's clothes, I was relieved not to appear bad alone. A woman came to help improve my hairdressing and slightly polished the texture on my face. We started the orchestra just in time.

Even though I put on a flat face during playing that difficult song, my heart was pounding uncontrollably and sweat was pouring down the middle of my chest and back. Those who know this song must have realized when I chose a different note from the one Matt played.

But I let out a sigh of relief when finally nearly seven long minutes passed too. The six more minutes that seemed to transcend hell were beautifully replaced as people stood clapping at our performance.

After they calmed down, I was welcome to take my place with the other violinists and move on to the next song. Long time violinists they ran away, letting me do the work.

“Thank you very much, Brother!” Matt hugged me tightly as we rested for a while backstage. The turn of a contrabass player who shows off, so he can leave his piano.

“Gue does not judge Brother because of fat,” he said, defending himself. “Gue knows you can play violin as great as that. Why not become a music teacher, brother? The pay is more expensive.”

“But the pressure is heavier. Being your teacher is enough,” I replied casually.

“Mattheo!” call someone from behind him.

“Your turn is coming soon, you better get back to your post,” I said. He's nodding.

The violinist girl who had made everyone panic did not approach me at all to simply say thank you. People who have no ethics. He apologized to all his comrades for his delay, but ignored me.

Fucking liar. Where there are people who have been preparing for months to perform, even arrived late on the day of the protest. Late it missed the opening show only, instead of three consecutive songs played just appeared.

A woman approached me, then asked me for some personal data. I replied because he needed it to send a bonus for my performance earlier. Whoa, appreciable. The savings for my college expenses will add up.

I came out from the back of the stage, intending to return to my seat. My fingers were still trembling from being forced to do something in front of so many people. I've never busied with such an audience. The last time I performed in front of a crowd was on Brother Jericho's seventeenth birthday. But not dozens of people.

“You are really not afraid to show who you really are in front of a lot of people?” asked Chika who was already standing in the corridor, seemingly waiting to talk to me.

“What do you mean? I have never performed a show in front of so many people,” I said, insinuating him with the look of my eyes.

“Pretending well in front of Theo family, is that not theatrical too?” his reply.

“Determine your meaning clearly, Chika. I'm on a show or showing my true self in front of a lot of people?” I said with a face.

“I'm curious. What will Aunt Wibowo do later when she sees her daughter's killer living a quiet and peaceful life here.” He approached and walked around me. “You've been nineteen years, almost twenty. Do you think you'll escape the law if the case is opened again? Careful, Katelia. Stay Amaryllis if you don't want to go to jail.”

“My family has reported my actions, so the police decision in the year of the incident can not be contested anymore. But I'm not afraid, because I already know who really caused Katelia and Amarylis to drown on that day.” I smiled at him.

“You, Nisa, and Rahma won't be able to lie well. You should be grateful that this case is closed or not just the police, but everyone will know what really happened on board that day,”.

His lips trembled and he gulped heavily. Goody. He thinks I can still be scared or fooled like they did on the day of Katelia's death. I'm no longer a confused Amarilis with her future. I have a dream and he or anyone else I won't let ruin everything.

“Amarily.” Theo's voice called my name.

I looked at him who was standing not far in front of me. He must have been looking for me because I didn't return to my seat even after I finished performing on stage. I smiled as I looked towards Chika. He was staring at the man with round eyes.

“You heard that?” my god brought my mouth closer to his ear. “Theo calls my name, not your name.”

Chika closed her lips and looked at me sharply. I smiled sweetly after keeping my distance from her. He would feel a painful heartbreak when he lost the young man he seemed to love so much. Theo won't vote for him, because repeatedly I ask for a break up, he doesn't want to give it up.

“We should be back soon.” Theo took my hand, then took me on a walk with him. “Matt can be angry if he doesn't see lo when he performs.”

“Are you sure that's the reason? You're looking for me not because you don't want to see me with other men?” godaku's.

He took my hand off, then wrapped his hand around my waist. Easily, he cornered me on the wall, not far from the door leading to the hall. I held my breath seeing the distance of our faces very close.