It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

The spirit!

That morning, Nada walked into the campus carrying a paper bag containing the Aksara jacket. He did not wash it first, he only wore it for an hour. Even though he kissed a few times last night. Weird huh? He said he wasn't in love but could do it with his jacket.

The script was sitting with Radit in front of the class. Tone approached him immediately. "Lo's package." The tone thrusts the paper bag at Aksara. "Thank you."

Aksara looked up at Nada.

"Jacket? Uh, you guys?" Radit becomes suspicious of the relationship of Nada and Aksara.

Aksara grabbed the paper bag with a smile.

"Sorry, I didn't wash first" said Nada honestly.

"Sir papa. Let your scented body still stick in my jacket."

"Ehem." Radit cleared his throat and then he stood up. "Lo just sit here, let me go to class first. Aksa, you owe me one story."

"What story?"

Radit gave the code to Aksara and then he walked into the classroom.

"It's not clear."

Nada does not also sit next to Aksara. He will step his feet but his hands are held by the Aksara.

"Na, sit here. I want to talk to you the same."

"What?" tanya Nada while sitting next to Aksara.

"There's another piano competition. Lo come along? The chosen one will represent our city in the inter-provincial competition."

Tone just rolled his eyeballs. He's been in a series of competitions and a winner, why he's following him again and his name is clearly listed as the winner of the competition last year is not likely to qualify again.

"Gue don't want to."

"Why?"

"Yes, let you come. That is your ambition. Later if I keep coming I win ntar lo even cry again."

"Eh, your confidence is too high. You want to kill me? Where's possible?"

"Keep if you're sure to win, why do you take me? I'm just shy, is that it?"

Again they started arguing. It should be discussed well there is no need to use muscles and energy to harden the sound.

"Let me have a friend," replied Aksara in a voice that began to soften.

Tone was silent for a moment. "Gue will accompany you. But I'm not in the competition."

Aksara was now staring at the girl beside him. "What's the reason you don't want to enter this competition?"

"Yes, I have no interest."

Alksara. Yes, maybe the thought of him and Nada is different server.

"When's the competition?" ask Nada.

"One more week."

"Yes, you practice from now on. I help and I'll be with you. I'm sure you can!" Smiling tone gave Aksara a spirit. Just this time Nada sent a positive signal to Aksara.

The face that had pouted was also smiling. "Gue felt given the same spirit supplement lo." Aksara's hand now opened the paper bag containing his jacket and kissed it inside. The fragrance of the perfume has been mixed with the fragrance of Nada perfume.

The frowning tone of his forehead saw the ridiculous manner of Aksara. "Lo gapain?"

"Because I can't smell the guy, so just smell the scent of his body left on my jacket."

"Huh, you've moved your brain."

"Since I met you my brain is often sliding."

"Damn!!" The tone stands and leaves the Aksara.

"Na," Aksara put her jacket back in and followed Nada's steps. "Later to finish college accompany me to practice yes, the same is looking for a song that is suitable for participating in the race."

"Yes.."

The expected day arrived. Aksara's chest is very pounding waiting for his turn to play.

"Aksa, the spirit yes. I'm sure you can!" The tone grasped the cold hand of the Aksara. Gives warmth to the recesses of his heart. The spirit that Tone gives really means a lot to Aksara.

"Thank you, yes" said Aksara. "Lo is there for me."

"Either. Two more numbers, it's your turn. You try yeah. I always pray for you."

One smile expands on Aksara's lips. Before, he had never felt this happy being close to a girl. Only with the tone of his days became colorful.

"Yes, I will do my best."

Now it's Aksara's turn to show his talent. He put himself on stage. He started playing the piano. Very beautiful music. Even according to Nada who has been a senior, Aksara game has been very professional. Nada was confident, Aksara would definitely win this competition.

The jury's decision will be announced next week. Aksara was looking forward to that day. He had already told Nada a lot about his wishful thinking if he won.

"Lo will win. I'm sure!" nada said with great confidence while in the parking lot.

"Once again thank you. Instead I buy yuk at the cafe, but come with me home first. I want to change clothes because I want to work."

"To your house first?" ask Nada nervously. All this time he had never played into a man's house, moreover the characters that never crossed his mind were related to such a close.

"Yes. Why?" tanya Aksara while giving the helmet to Nada then she also wears her own helmet.

"No papa anyway. But it's not good that I'm playing at a guy's house."

Aksara laughs. "No papa. Consider it the home of the future-in-law."

"Oh, Aksa. It's far from thinking."

"No papa. Who knows if it will come true." Aksara riding his motor.

Although accompanied by a joke but the chest of Tone is already pounding. He now ascended to the bonds of Aksara with a hand that held on to the waist of Aksara, just a little.

Aksara immediately drove his motorbike towards his home. The afternoon air was quite hot, plus it had to stop at some red lights.

"It is very hot, Na" said Aksara with a straight forward view.

"Yes, so thirsty me."

"I'll make ice at home. But don't be surprised, my house is small in a crowded village. Not like your house."

"Don't tell me that. I also have nothing. That's my parents' house."

Smiling characters hear the words Tone that is often low. He's changed from the start they met.

Aksara stopped his motorbike in front of his alley. He had to get down and walk a few meters to get to his house.

"Na, we're going. You're not papa, are you?"

"No papa." The tone followed the Aksara behind him.

Inside the narrow alley were many small children running around. Not to mention the mothers who are gathering to berghibah.

"Aksa, are you home? Wooh, who's that? Tumben's got a girl?" ask one of the mothers who were struggling.

Tone just lowered his gaze. This was the first time he had been in this position.

"Campus friends, Mom. Excuse me, ma'am."

"What friend is a friend? Not a future wife anymore."

It was heard that the mothers started gossiping again as they left.

"Well, Aksa's choice is as clear as it deserves the girls here in the village to be rejected."

Tone just took a long breath.

"Not to be heard by them. Understandably the village mothers." said Aksara while turning his motorbike in front of the small terrace of his house.

"Aksa, who are you?" The question made Nada a misbehavior.