It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

Want to Uncover the Past

Nada stopped her motorbike in front of her house. He took off his helmet and got off the bike and walked into the house.

"Why did you just come home?" Ask Mr. Tegar who is still sitting in a henchman on the living room sofa waiting until his daughter comes home.

"Yes, Pa. Tadi bantin temen at the cafe." said Nada a little lie of course.

"Well, your friend has a cafe?"

"Not Pa. That's the tone of work at the cafe. Hmm, Nada to the room first yes Pa, sleepy to sleep." without waiting for an answer from her Papa again, Nada immediately went up to the second floor to her room. Before laying down on the bed he went to the bathroom first, cleaning himself especially the lips that Aksara had just touched with her lips.

"Aksara, how dare you take my first kiss." Nada still rubbed her lips. Although to be honest, he was almost overwhelmed by the softness of the wet and warm Aksara kiss. "No, no, stop! Don't think dirty. Lips are the former of many girls. Arggghhh!! Damn fuck. I don't want to see you again Aksa!!"

Tone came out of the bathroom and changed his clothes in pajamas after that he put himself down while hugging his favorite teddy. Again the taste of Aksara's kiss suddenly flashed in his brain which made Nada's hand rub his lips again. "Duh, Aksa, I'm going to sleep. Bummery! Get out of my brain!"

Almost the same thing is felt by Aksara today, only the difference Aksara now actually sits pensively on the small terrace of his house. The already deserted streets of the people then tares added to the silent impression on him.

Why am I always unable to hold myself near Nada? He must now hate me more.

Aksara again touched his lips, lips that had managed to touch the lips ranum Nada.

Just outside the lips it feels really sweet, especially inside. Holy hooch! Think what the hell I am. Be present! My brain is completely.

Aksara hit his head slowly for a while to stop thinking negative things.

He has often been adventurous even his ex-girlfriend has not been counted but only this time he met a girl like Nada. Rough and rebellious, of course that's the judgment of Aksara. But somehow Aksara always feel anxious and continue to want to tease him, like looking for attention from Nada.

He was now precisely afraid that Nada would be angry at him because of his reckless actions.

One long breath he breathed. If only he could stare at the sky, he wanted to ask the sky why his heart could be restless and agitated like this. But unfortunately the sky in front of the house Aksara actually blocked the poor cables transverse above the small alley.

"Anything not sleeping? It's almost midnight." asked Mr. Rendra while sitting next to his son.

Aksara shook her head, "Not sleepy, Dad."

"Is there a problem?"

The characters only shook weakly.

"Must be thinking of a girl?"

The characters only smiled small.

"Dad ever heard he said you often change girlfriends?"

"Hem, who said Dad? That's not really it."

"Udah, don't lie to me. I can tell you you're still a teenager and handsome like Dad." Mr. Rendra laughed crisply because the good looks Aksara has indeed decreased from his father. "There are a lot of women chasing you. But one of Dad's messages, don't play with a woman's heart. Women are to be loved and protected. You are only 20 years old but eliminate that one habit. Stop adventuring. At the age of two-headed you better focus on your future. Don't let your life get hard like Dad."

"Yes, Dad." Aksara nodded his head. Although he did not know what kind of life picture his future was, he obviously only wanted to become a great pianist.

"How was your college?"

His father's question instantly broke his wishful thinking just now. "Good, Dad."

"You know why you're the Father of Aksara. So that you don't know the world of tones."

The tone? Uh, not the person that Dad meant.

Aksara can only put his ears. Actually there is a story of the past that made his father always forbid Aksara dabbling in the world of music art.

Mr. Rendra sighed deeply. "Life is not as easy as you might imagine Aksa. Even though you have talent but talent you will lose to those who make money."

"I mean Dad?"

"One day you will understand by yourself. As great as your talent, as smart as your brain, you will remain in the lower caste. And they easily buy positions with money."

This time Aksara disagreed with his Father's opinion, he understood, he was born from a poor family but he would stop at nothing to fight for all his dreams.

"Sorry Dad. Aksa disagrees with Dad's opinion. Don't make a child insecure just because of a past experience."

"Yes, I only judge based on Dad's experience and that's true. Yes already, you are fast asleep already at night." one pat on Aksara's shoulder accompanied the departure of his father into the house.

Aksara now rubbed his face to remove the weakness in him so that the spirit reappeared.

Then Aksara stood up and stepped into his house. Don't forget he closed and locked the door first. He went into his room, did not also break down but instead opened his blind laptop and connected to the neighboring wifi.

He was very curious about the past of the Father. What has traumatized us to this day. Even looks still hold a grudge that has not been lost.

He opened a google page, typing his father's name, "Rendra Aryanto." Actually Aksara just try it, considering his father is not from among important people.

Many articles Rendra Aryanto appeared on the search page. His head began to wooze around him.

"If you're my age, that means you're in 1995. Try looking for articles in that year."

Rendra Aryanto won the first provincial piano competition in 1994.

Again, Rendra Aryanto became the first national champion in 1995. A very talented young pianist, will he represent Indonesia at next year's grammy award?

Some article titles make a frown on the forehead of the printed Aksara. Even beads of sweat started to appear on his temples in his room that felt hot. He pointed his mouse at the article.

Click!! The article did not appear.

Click again!

Click again!

"Jeez even ngelag. Laptops are really good." Aksara finally shut down her laptop.

He now took his mobile phone intending to search the article via cell phone only.

"Huh, 5% left%? It's dying my hp. I had to sleep with my curiosity."

Aksara upgraded her phone and she took off her clothes and changed into a t-shirt with color pants that made her comfortable to sleep.

He threw himself on the bed, trying to close his eyes.

A lot of things happened today that made my brain really messed up.

Hmm, Tone wait for me in the dream huh. Uh, what's Nada? God is my brain. Duh, do not want to pray dawn ntar must take a big shower first...

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