It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

Scriptural

After delivering Salma home, Aksara now drove his motorbike at standard speed to his home. A house located in a densely populated suburb. To get to the front of his house alone must go through the narrow alleys first.

Aksara got off his motorbike after entering into a narrow alley because in the area of his house so many small children and passersby. That is, so crowded house in the area.

"Excuse me ma'am" Aksara said as he passed by several mothers who were gathering and were probably gossiping.

"Yes, Aksa just got home?" ask one of the mothers.

"Yes, ma'am." replied Aksara as it passed but Aksara's ears could still catch the talk of the mothers.

"Si Aksa is even more handsome."

"Yes, but my son was crying yesterday he said he was rejected by Aksa. Well, understand that college children must have a high taste, not likely to want to be the same as the neighbors of the gini village."

The character just shook his head. He remembered the Heni who had expressed love to him yesterday. She's still a high school girl. Aksara is a playboy but he does not want to play with the heart of a girl who is still his neighbor. It's better to play a woman out there who can't reach her parents. Because if until both parents know with his playboy behavior, it can be immediately mated and the ideals can be amby.

Despite such badboys, Aksara has a high ambition. He wanted to be able to rival Nada Azalea. Okay, pretty high, right? Though his ideals may still be hidden from his father.

"Assalamu'alaikum." said Aksara when he entered his house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." replied Mr. Rendra, Aksara's father who was walking towards the door.

Aksara kissed the back of his father's hand.

"Aren't you going straight to the cafe?" ask Mr. Rendra.

"Later Well. 4 Hours just left. Aksa wants to rest first. Where are you going?"

"Dad to SPBU, buy gasoline."

Aksara saw his father had brought a blue jerrycan with a volume of about 15 liters to buy gasoline. At home Aksara does sell gasoline ecer and there are small shops. From there the source of income of the Aksara family.

"Yes, sir. Careful." Aksara now went into the house and sat next to his mother who was counting pennies from the sale of small children's snacks.

"SPP Tiara's been paid, hasn't she?" ask Aksara. Tiara is her younger sister who has just entered High School.

"It."

"I have more money." Aksara issued two pieces of money in red. "Then this is for me." Aksara gave the money to his mother.

"Don't Aksa. Yesterday the payday you gave me. Just make your grip."

"Aksa still exists. This yesterday can be tips from the cafe."

Miss Diana finally received a gift from Aksara. "Yes already, this is Mother tube huh. For you later if at any time there is a need in your college."

The script rests itself on a chair that is no longer soft. Look at the ceiling of his old house.

"Aksa, eat first there and even daydream here."

The characters let out a long breath. "Mom told Dad that Aksa was in music school?"

Miss Diana shook her head.

"If you had known that Aksa was in the music school instead of literature, would you have been angry and dropped Aksa's name from the family card?"

Diana laughed. Obviously that's impossible. "Anged yes, but it's impossible to fire you as a child."

Miss Diana smiled wryly. There is indeed one secret that Aksara did not know until now. "Aksa, I can't tell you about that. You better be honest with your father about that faculty. You have to remember, the ridho of the old man is important. If you want to achieve your goals, you also have to get ridho from your father."

Aksara nodded in understanding.

"What time do you go to the cafe?"

"Hour 4."

"Yes, eat fast and rest first."

Aksara nodded then she moved towards her room. Not rushing to eat but instead laying himself on the bed. Staring at the worn-out ceiling in a small room measuring only 2x3 meters.

He recalled his determination to enter the music faculty despite being banned by his father. At that time he wanted to be angry, because of the prohibition of his father who did not have that reason. He did pursue a scholarship, his skill in music not in literature. Even though her name Aksara as a clever symbol played the word, it should. But Aksara is actually smart to play the tone.

Despite feeling sinful to his father, Aksara still entered the music faculty with full scholarship.

"How do I tell Dad that I went to music school. Until the second semester I still did not dare to also tell Dad. Hah, really don't dare to take responsibility."

...***...

"Hi, guys.. I really like you guys..." That night at a cafe, Nada was having an impromptu reunion with her high school friend. Yes, although only 5 people but their voice is like the crowd of the market.

"Tone, tumben heck lo dandan kayak gini."

At that time Nada was deliberately wearing her glasses. Since entering campus today, she has officially become Nada Pratiwi.

"Inflammatory mission, gangs."

"Lo came home from abroad using all disguises. Afraid of being chased by your fans..."

They talk nonsense while enjoying the famous cafe dish delicacy. After all the toilets and they had run out of stories, one by one they began to leave.

Now it's Nada herself. He stood up and would leave his place.

"That's like Reno's sister." muttered Nada who saw Reno come out of the cafe's office. He was walking with a girl he saw this afternoon in the campus parking lot. "Who is that girl?" Nada wanted to follow him but his steps came to a halt when he saw Aksara was behind them.

She again?

Nada wanted to dodge but Aksara quickly caught his movements.

"Eh, there's a tone." Aksara is approaching. "His gaze from earlier on campus until now continues to focus the same Mr. Reno."

Tone staring at the medium of Aksara. But because his curiosity was so high, suddenly a question came out of his mouth. "Who's the girl with Mr Reno?"

Aksara laughs. But of course he was smart to take advantage in this situation. "You know, don't ya? Hem, if I told you, what would you love me?"

"Okay, how much do you want?" Tone opened his bag and would take his wallet.

"No, money."

"Keep what?"

"That's better than money."

"Crazy!!!"