Horizons

Episode 53

My attention goes back to that strange musical instrument called Sasando. This traditional musical instrument comes from the Rote language 'sasandu', meaning to vibrate or sound. As the name suggests, this tool is played in a plucked way. The strings are stretched from top to bottom with a fret coiled in the middle.

"Tack that funny shape. Kayak shell"

"Not a shell. It is made from lontar leaves. Its function is to resonate the sound"

"O that's it" I nodded in amazement. I do not think the country that stretches from Sabang to Merauke, separated by the sea and mountains, holds a social and cultural charm that is so charming. The results of the creation, taste, and human feeling are so great and diverse.

Do not stop there, the sound of music continued with an inflatable bamboo orchestra. A group of players blew a flute made of large bamboo, singing the chants of songs of the area that spoiled the ears. Kendra swung my body to the right and to the left, as the melancholic tempo of the notes produced. His chin was still stuck to my head, and his hand held deep and carried me into his arms.

Dusk began to manifest itself at the point of its dispute. But neither I nor Kendra are still standing in the same place. It's as if we don't want time to just roll around, ending the moments that keep us swept away in its cradle.

The traditional art show is long over. Now all that is heard is the singing of indie songs performed by local music bands. Alternate with young people who sing songs created by musicians. And at the end of this twilight, a shahdu groove is revealed. A song that made me drown in its line of lyrics. A song that depicts the breath of life, chanting the story of encounter and separation that will always come in turn. It becomes an inevitable cycle.

come will go

passing through will pass

there's nothing 

meet will be separated

the beginning is over

rising is drowning

the tide will ebb 

meet will be separated

Yo..!

see you next day

for us to meet again

I'll let you go

despite..

I'm not ready to miss

I'm not ready without you

I wish you the best

Every time there is a meeting there is a farewell. Same with me and Kendra. Either we will separate in the days that are soon to come or far ahead when the hair is gray. But I couldn't let the arm that was holding me so tightly just come off. I can't live my days without his presence. And I'm not willing to stay away from his side.

I know exactly what risks I have to take with this man. The man who will always answer the call of his country first. The man who will make me wait for days, in worry and in worry. He who has a trust, bears the obligation on his shoulders. There is no knowing day and night, there is only a task that must be carried out.

How'this..? Not just a day, but this heart was already screaming not to leave.