Lara's Admirers

Episode 74

　

　

“Nih, bowl.” said Stefani who suddenly came with a bowl in her hand.

“Thanks.” reply me briefly.

‘SYURR!!’

The sound was then heard shortly after I poured the meatball sauce, on top of the pile of meat balls and white noodles. The smoke is still billowing in the air, indicating if this one snack is still fresh from the oven.

‘DRRTTT!!’

Suddenly my phone shook slowly on the table. Inevitably I had to temporarily abandon my intention to eat the food. Though it is a pity if this meatball is actually cold because it is left too long, or even run out because Stefani did not give me a chance.

“Who is night-night gini nelpon.” gertutuku slowly.

“Lift, who knows how important.” reply Stefani who apparently heard my sentence just now.

“Urgent kali.” he continued, while sipping the hot meatball sauce.

I followed this girl's advice just now, she was right who knew something was important. Arka's name was the only one I met there. The writing is clearly displayed above the screen, with the option to accept or reject the call. The huft! What's up with this guy.

“Halo! What's the night-night call?” askaku while greeting the meatballs.

“Dark, I can't see anything.” he replied.

“Means?” I was confused.

He had not yet answered my first question. Now this guy makes me even more curious and wants to ask a few more questions. Indirectly, Arka even makes himself a hassle now. Sometimes people always do, preferring to complicate all the simple things around them.

“This is a video call, do not be plugged into the ear.” he explained with a quieter tone of speech.

A second later after he said that, I realized it. Why could I be so unfocused like this, it's so unusual. It's really embarrassing to be treated where my face is now.

“Sorry...” I said while grinning as if innocent.

Then I immediately took it away from my ear, and placed it at the end of the study table. Of course with the screen facing towards me. I hope the guy didn't see anything disgusting there.

“Just want mastiin if the meatballs were already you eat.” he said while confirming his hair is a bit messy.

“Udah kok.” reply me as is.

“Who? Ark?” stefani whispered carefully.

I nodded briefly saying his words. Actually, I deliberately did not want to make Stefani's face in the spotlight on my phone camera. Could be bad later, if Arka finds out if I share it with this girl. Even though he had forbidden me from doing that before, but I would have if I had to spend this alone while Stefani was just watching. I don't know what grudge this man has against Stefani, to his side.

“Udah night gini belu sleep?” ask Arka.

I just shook my head while eating the leftovers. Just to make it more convincing if I've actually finished this meal alone, without sharing it with Stefani or anyone else.

“You want to sleep?” askaku.

“Oh, not yet.” reply clearly.

I could deduce if the man was going to sleep soon, because his position seemed to be laying on the bed or something like that.

“I'm again in the studio, keep bosen aja want to do.” he said.

“Ya play music lah.” reply me casually.

Is that what we should do? I'm not wrong, am I? Of course I'm right, what else can be done there besides playing music. It depends on what studio he was in.

“Mama has entered the room, it is not good if I disturb.” Obviously while occasionally strumming his guitar with just anyone.

I could hear the sound of the guitar, which was played carelessly. In fact, he knows exactly how to play guitar. But the tone and tempo that seems abstract is always voiced when a musician is confused. Look for the appropriate tone and tempo one by one and randomly.

“Main music itself is not a problem right?” my many.

“Iya anyway, but if playing music together is much more exciting.” he explained.

What Arka said just now has a point as well. If playing music together it will be more exciting, because the music we play will feel more alive. The song will have a life that makes it more interesting.  When everything becomes one and forms a symphony, listening to it is a matchless pleasure.

But there are times when a tone has to stand alone. Sing your own songs independently, from intro to ending. Without percussion instrument or melodic instrument. Memamng aka time tone that forces the tone must be alone. He had to play the song alone, even though he was reluctant. Because one by one the instruments have left before the song is finished. Incarnate from a whole song that now only leaves a melody sad nan lara.

“Main acoustic song alone is also cool.”.

“Now many people are covering acoustic songs by singing solo.”.

“What if I sing now while you eat?” ask the man to me.

“Bby.” reply me briefly.

“You what song?” ask him again.

“It’s all up to you.” my hand to him.

“Okay, wait a minute.” reply.

A second later, I could see Arka starting to rise from her position. I don't know exactly where he's putting his posel camera now. What is certain is that the position is now very good, because the beautiful object in the main spotlight gets enough light. After he finished arranging the layout of his ponseel camera, the man then took a few steps back to start the show. This time Arka held a live concert from the music studio of his late father. But unfortunately only I could see the performance, like a spectator with a VVIP ticket.

Not many people know if Arka is quite good at playing music, his voice is also not too bad to be heard. He prefers to emphasize his counting ability alone, rather than his talent on this one. I think he needs to be appreciated for his talent on this one. I think that guy is multi-talented. Come to think of it that way, and he was indeed destined to be that way.

Who is not familiar with Arka at this school, a student who is much more popular than the Chairman of the OSIS. Being in the class that makes his name bigger, therefore never doubt the contents of his brain. His record in the Olympic world is beyond doubt. His tall and proportional body, also brought him into the world of sports. He was the captain of the school basketball team for one term. Who would have thought if it turns out Arka is also good at music and art.

Uh! He was too perfect for everyone who knew him. But how can a man who has almost no flaws, fall in love with me. A girl who is not too tall, is also mediocre. There is nothing to be proud of me. I don't understand what made her choose me over any other girl in this school who was so much more perfect and great of course.

The poetic lines of the song began to be hummed. I don't know why today I felt so special to him. I've never heard anything like this again before. It seems that this song is not so popular by the artist, but why can a song as good as this is not so popular in the market. The meaning I can capture clearly, beautiful sentences that are strung together with increasingly slick diction choices. Wrapped in such a way in a song that I don't know what the title is.

‘PROK! PROK'S! PROK!’

I gave him appreciation as a form of support for his efforts at that time. Such a good song is indeed worthy of an award. Not necessarily in the value of how much material is given for the award, but sincerity that becomes the basis of pride for its creator.

“Title of the song you just sang is what?” my many.

“No title yet.” replied Arka casually.

“This song made equally papa to be presented on the birthday of mama. There's no pap hunting. I was involved papa in the process of writing the lyrics and make this song.” he explained.

“Until now mom or I have not found the right title for this song, maybe papa is also like that.” he continued.

“Sorry....” I say very carefully.

“Nothing, anyways everyone has the right to know kok.” reply Arka who looks mediocre.

I honestly feel bad about this guy. Indirectly I have opened that old wound. I know that Arka and her family have not been able to truly let go of her late father. It still feels very difficult for them to forget the figure who means a lot to the small family.

“The song is good, the lyrics touch really.” praise me with the truth.

“Papa that time bua this song use heart.” details.

“Why don't you give me the title of one of the most beautiful words from the lyrics of the song?” my many.

“All the words here are beautiful sha, it is difficult to choose one of them.” he replied with a downcast face.

Ever since I asked who the owner of this song was, that guy always drowned his face. His gaze was downcast and reluctant to stare at the screen of his own phone. I knew that I had just made a terrible mistake that happened unintentionally. Those who have left are not good if remembered too much. Because surely a little bit will cause small scratches that continue to incarnate into wounds.

“Are you okay?” I asked the man, after realizing the change in his emotions.

“No, just carried away the atmosphere aja.” the pretext.

I know exactly if he is not okay. He can't cover it, anyhow.

“You don't want to sleep?” ask Arka while switching the conversation.

“But.” I replied briefly.

“No idea, not yet sleepy aja.” my word as it is.

I don't know what keeps me from falling asleep. I usually get sleepy, or even fall asleep. Especially today I am quite tired because of the many activities I do. It was as if night had refused me to fall asleep under the stars. Night wants me to stay awake until dawn greets me.

“Later if you want to sleep do not matiin video call yes, please.” said Arka with a supportive facial expression.

“Why?” ask me one more time.

“Nothing, I just want to wriggle you fit to sleep.” he explained.

“Terupon deh.” reply me briefly.

Wait a minute why suddenly my room became so quiet like this. It's not usually that girl becomes this calm. Stefani had no voice at all from earlier, how could I forget that one girl.

I circled my gaze across the room to look for the girl. And sure enough, Stefani fell asleep right next to me when I finished eating. It's worth it this time he could be more calm, it turns out this girl has gone to her subconscious lam. Poor thing, he must be exhausted after a day of dating with Titan. I don't know if the date is going well, or vice versa. But if you look at her expression, there seems to be nothing wrong with the date. I'm sure if everything's okay.

“Sebentar.” pamitku on Arka.

Without waiting for an answer from the man, I just walked away. I picked up a blanket for Stefani who was asleep at my desk. I couldn't bear to wake her up like this, but I didn't have enough energy to carry her back to bed either.

“Not long, right?” ask me after coming back with Arka.

“Now, relax aja.” reply.

“I haven't opened a gift from Brother Sendy yesterday, now maybe I want to open. You want to see?” my word.

“Why not.” reply who is now starting a westernized pretentious.

Looks like this is a good time to unpack what the contents of the picture tube are. Stefani seems to have fallen asleep. Besides, my curiosity has gone too far if I have to wait any longer. If not faster, then it will be better.

I very carefully opened the picture tube, showing it to the direction of the man. I poured all of it on my study table. Not much, I only found three things there. But there's something very special there.

“What is it all about?” ask Arka who brought herself closer to the camera.

“Stick drum, uh stick for quintom deh like.” I replied while observing the object.

“Photo.... same pendrisk.”.

I started to untie the ribbon, which holds a photo together with a pair of quintom sticks there. I watched the photo carefully, trying to remember when we took the photo. Unfortunately I really do not remember when exactly the figure of Eresha and Sendy immortalized in the photo. Moreover, this photo was taken with a candid pose, of course I was not aware if there was a camera at that time. But why it could fit like this, the two figures are framed in the same photo.

“I don't remember clearly when this photo was taken.” I told Arka, while showing the front of the photo.

“Eh, wait a minute. There's a letter behind him.” just connect me.

It turned out that there was something written right on the blank white page on the back of the photo. A very unexpected place to write a message in it. Or maybe the man ran out of paper letters when he wanted to write this, so he chose to write his message behind this photo.

“Dear Eresha.”

I began to read the contents of the message in a somewhat stronger voice, so that Arka could hear the contents of the letter. Although I usually read everything in my heart, not for this one.

“Happy birthday, I don't know how many. Forgive me for not remembering your age correctly. Today I gave you a birthday much sooner. Because tomorrow I have to go to Borneo to do some more research. I heard your illness relapsed again, I hope you get well soon. Take good care of yourself while I'm gone. Once again happy birthday to you and enjoy the gift.” I said while reading the contents of the letter written in hand.

I was silent for a moment after reading the contents of the letter, as well as Arka. I was trying to digest the meaning of his words just now. My way of thinking is quite slow when compared to my other friends in the class. That's why I never considered it appropriate for myself to be there.

“What is the reason why Brother Sendy disappeared for days.” my inner self in heart.

“It means Kak Sendy again in Kalimantan dong, so it can not come yesterday.” said Arka suddenly.

I don't know why my mind is exactly like this guy. Does that mean if now Kak Sendy is in Kalimantan. Sometimes human instinct is much more sensitive when compared to logic. But somehow this time I can't trust my own instincts, usually my feelings are always right. But this time I felt like if something was wrong, I wasn't really sure if the guy was there.

“Udah I said yesterday, you even do not believe.” said Arka.

“Say what?” my many.

“Don't worry too much about Sendy, he must be fine.” he replied while confirming the position of the camera that began not upright anymore.

“Entah if I am in that position, you will be as worried as that or enggak.” he continued.

“Don't do that, that speech is prayer. Not good doain yourself with the bad-bad.” reply me with what is.

“You're right, maybe he's fine when you write this letter. But we don't know how it will be after. Man will not know what will happen to him later.” my inner self once again in heart.

I can't possibly tell Arka everything I'm feeling. Maybe he believed all my words. The man will think if everything is impossible, if every thing I feel often becomes reality. I don't know if this ability is truly one hundred percent accurate. I also don't know if I should be grateful for this, or vice versa. Not infrequently this also makes me drown in a sea of prolonged anxiety.

This time I'll be faced with a million questions. I feel like this time he's not okay. What I feel is often unclear as to why. Now I am angry and doubtful about my own instincts. This time I have to believe it again, or vice versa. I hope nothing bad happens to him, I hope my feelings this time are completely wrong.