K&K (Taste Features)
18. Last Summer's
Time still shows ten o'clock in the morning, the sunlight is getting up a few degrees but the hot heat as if showing the position of the sun is already at ninety degrees.
Right in the middle. Tourists bikini like fish have thronged along the Maroubra waterfront. They sunbathe from eight or nine o'clock and leave their skin toast for hours.
Young children run around chased by the waves, some fun to play with snails or crabs. While some of the other girls, busy building sand castles with their father. Traces of the celebration of the turn of the year last night are still visible.
Behind the window of the Maroon family house, a dry breeze hit the oval face of Asian miss. From morning he did not talk much even though he was mute, but rather quiet and not as cheerful as usual.
Machita hasn't come out of her room yet. It makes him sad. Miss Asian reflected on the events of the new year night and until this morning. Suddenly there was a memory that the black suit of the young man who helped him was still left behind.
Miss Asian got up from the chair next to the window, grabbed a black suit lying on the dining chair while reaching into her pocket perhaps finding a clue.
There is an invitation to an art exhibition at the Opera House on behalf of Mr. Haikal - Architect of NEWT Corp. Miss Asian took the wallet and went out.
***
The twenty-three-year-old girl with jet-black hair waved her hand, stopping a taxi in front of her from ten meters away and thirty kilometers per hour.
He showed a business card where the NEWT Corp company is located in Parramatta, New South Wales. The thin-moustached driver nodded, then passed the taxi faster.
About 45 minutes from Maroubra, they arrive in the city with the sixth largest central business district in Australia. NEWT Corp, a giant construction company, which often monopolizes large projects in Australia.
Miss Asia went inside and headed towards the Lobby with doubtful steps.
“There can I help you with, Miss?” ask the young lady at the reception.
Miss Asian took out her favorite note, and she started writing.
“Can I meet Mr. Haikal's? Architect Division of Newt Company?” the receptionist woman frowned as she read it.
“You already have an appointment with him?” ask receptionist. Miss Asia shook her head.
“Sorry, Miss. You must make an appointment first.”
Miss Asia was a little disappointed. “Please give this suit to Mr. Haikal. This is hers, and convey my gratitude to her.” Then miss Asia gave the suit to the receptionist who was answered with a nod when receiving a tithe from miss Asia.
“Err. What’s your name?”ask her before miss Asia leaves the lobby. Miss Asian hesitantly wrote down her real name after a long time. Kirana.
***
Miss Asian walked towards the bus stop. He reflected back on how dare he mention his true identity. Why does he believe and believe in the person who helped him.
Over the years, he hesitates to reveal who he is and lies to the Maroon family and Doctor Smith about his name.
Why is it so easy for him to reveal who he really is. Is it because Haikal is also Indonesian, he dared to write his name?
Miss Asian increasingly did not understand with her heartbreak. Ah, what does a name mean. Thought Miss Asian. He was even more confused by the conditions at the Maroon family home because Machita was craving and misunderstood about the kiss.
Is this a roommate or sister quarrel? Nope. This is not what he wanted. He did not know how to deal with Doctor Smith who had been trying to call and send short messages repeatedly. He was comfortable and happy to be near Doctor Smith, but there was no feeling of even loving the American man.
Doctor Smith is a doctor for Miss Asian, nothing more. The complicated love of this triangle makes Miss Asian lazy to go home to the beach Maroubra.
Miss Asian to Westfield Parramatta, a shopping center that is quite famous and large. For a long time he did not walk in the mall alone. He didn't have enough money to shop there.
However, for a woman who is experiencing saturation, depression and emptiness, it is enough to just look around and take a short walk in a shopping center is one of the reverberants of a panacea.
***
The afternoon is showing itself. Miss Asian has not yet returned to Maroubra. Madam Joyce was so anxious, as it was rare for Miss Asia to go alone for such a relatively long time. He banged on the door of Machita's room which had been locked away.
“What's up? why did you and your foster brother fight? listen me!open the door now Machita!miss Asian is not back yet. What are you guys fussing about?” madam Joyce shouted from behind the door.
He paced back and forth while squeezing the wind in his book-lined hand.
“Do not try to lock a room like this. Quickly prepare dinner,”turnadam Joyce after breathing a sigh of relief at the presence of her adopted daughter.
Kirana immediately helped prepare the table for dinner. Doctor Smith came over saying hello as usual as if nothing had ever happened. He immediately took a seat next to miss Asian, Machita seemed to frown. The stiff atmosphere was felt on Machita, Doctor Smith and miss Asian.
“How about this summer we camp?” paulo broke the silence.
“Wow, that’s a great idea boy!”exclaim Mr. Bruce proud. “A long time ago I did not go to camp.” continued Mr. Bruce.
“Yeah. I also want to camp,” said madam Joyce nodded in agreement. He looked towards Machita and miss Asia. The two girls were flirting. With a compact they agree.
“You will come with us right, Doctor?” ask Paulo.
“Oh, sure. I will always accompany the Maroon family vacation,” replied doctor Smith looking pleased. Because that means he will have plenty of time to convince miss Asia of his love.
“Poley’s place is the best I think,” proposal Paulo.
" When to leave?” ask madam Joyce.
“This week,” says Doctor Smith.
***
“You know I like it. But why did you betray me?” whispered Machita next to miss Asia who was washing dishes.
He did not want his voice to be heard by his other family. It would be embarrassing for him.
“I never thought of betraying you. I don't like him like you.”
“But, you guys are kissing!” snapped Machita with a slightly loud tone and almost he attracted the attention of mum and dad who were engrossed in watching television.
Miss Asia became upset, holding Machita's shoulders and facing her.
“Listen, I have no feelings of love for her. About that kiss, she forced me. One more thing, American men are not my type.” miss Asian uses her sign language while slipping a little joke about American men.
Machita laughed at hearing that. I can get along with miss Asian in an instant.
“So, she likes you?” machita asked in a sad and moody tone. Miss Asia shrugged her shoulders. He's glad Machita's no longer craving for him.
***
“Kirana..when will you be an international musician ?” kezia asked in small talk at lunch at a cafe near Blume Musical School.
“At my age later 24 years, Brother.”
“Oh yes? if so you have to practice to become a famous musician from now on.”
“Kok can, Sis?” ask Kirana wonder. He's screwing banana smoothies.
“Well that means you have to be ready for the next seven years. Means I asked for your signature today only, if you are famous later I already have your signature collection,” said Kezia. They both laughed loudly.
It was the most beautiful dream that Miss Asia had ever experienced after four years of trauma due to an accident and almost every night always haunted by nightmares.
Kirana smiled in her sleep. He awakens. Looking at himself in the mirror. Who himself? What was he born for? Could it be that Kirana has really died? ask Kirana in my heart. Kirana took the G key-tone necklace and put it on.
Suddenly seen next to her is a white knee-length blouse and the exact same necklace hanging from her neck, she smiled at Kirana. Kirana's trembling hand held onto the key part of the G.
Could the necklace she gave him have a twin? So care Kezia, to give her a twin necklace from the Netherlands.
Is it possible that the necklace is a sign that he can return to being himself and even realize the dream like his music teacher? He cried sobbing. A second later Kezia's figure in the mirror disappeared.
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