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5 - Bima

"Yesterday night I went to the capital to buy some things, no matter how crowded the atmosphere was. Many lights turn on accompaniment, cars queue to be able to get out of the traffic jam along with the sound of horn that breaks the ear, can not be forgotten when the sparkling buildings make the night air become a wrinkle of imagination. Maybe you'll like it when you smell the fragrant oil in every front of the minimarket, a lot of women in open clothes say hello."

My sister could only listen without seeing what I was really talking about. He was paralyzed by birth, his eyes were blind, and he had no hands. What did God do when he made it? Does he have no pity for his fate? Or, do not want to complicate the world of his creation, which used to be beautiful is now damaged and no longer worthy to be seen by the eye? But still, I felt so sorry when I looked at her.

"I really want to hear the crowd that you often talk about." he sat his head with a smile, a curiosity that was so very radiated from the arch of the lips.

It was enough for her to hear the singing of mute walls, the cursing of bedbugs under the mattress, and the wind outside the window. Tonight is the last time of his life, a successful mystery disease adds to all the suffering in a very unjust life.

I must admit, it's impossible to bring into town, too many bad guys, heart-breaking harsh words, and the loud mockery behind a fancy car. Afraid if he is sad, because all about the city is not entirely true.not everything that can sound comfortable in the ears, not a few hands that do not help people, but not all, the women who greeted me were not good women to look at. He will be very disappointed when he hears everything in person. However, a stratagem was whispered in the mind when he saw a used bottle lying on the floor of the dull room. I don't have to take my brother to a very cruel city, I just have to bring good voices from the people there.he's gonna love to hear it for himself, when a thing that can only be heard before going to bed, but now it is really real in his ears.

"I'm going to go first!"

I rushed the bottle steadily, running as often as possible to get what I was looking for. Dark narrow alleys filled with cockroaches, street lights flickering as feet passed by, a violent night wind pierced my body, but I had to keep running in order to find the voices of the city decorator and put them in a bottle for my beloved sister.

Some of the light in the night sky had looked so beautiful, it was as bright as a beautiful yet fake synthetic aurora, the sound of a horn twinkling broke the ears from there, constantly reverberating accompanied by the sound of the swearing of the riders at the wheel. I must continue to be careful not to enter the sound of curses that can hurt my brother's tender soul, only the sound of good people with tenderness for good people, which I must put in here.

Roadside... There was a pizza restaurant, crowded, full of hungry people. Many of them smile while chatting with relatives, of course there is a box of pizza that has been cut mediate the conversation. Deftly, I uncorked the bottle and picked up all the good sounds in the place, so all I could hear was the nagging sound of the cook in the kitchen. he grumbles about sluggish workers during rush hour like this, there are also malicious rumors of customers when eating pizza. No longer comfortable looking at the place for a long time, although all the beautiful lights shining brightly on the name "Pizza alex", still I do not want to linger when there is no good sound there. Moreover, my ears felt in the iris while letting the sounds into the bottle.

The streets are so crowded with street vendors, their customers are enjoying all the snacks while sitting on long wooden chairs. The dimly lit atmosphere was sliced by every quick, fragrant soto car light in my right direction and the smell of the teahpot ailing car on my left. That smell got me started, wanting to go somewhere else soon. It's just that, many people keep talking while sipping a cup of Black coffee... Their words are very friendly, exciting, and will not be bored if they continue to be contemplated. Stories about children, youth, distant places, and feelings of love for all family members.

As loud as the wind, like a wheel spinning in a dark canyon. I took a good voice from that place, everyone there was very kind if they spoke. When all the good sounds were taken away, there was no other sound I could hear. No man with a foul mouth dwells there, only a good man amuses himself with a cup of black coffee and a bowl of soto. Very quiet, Bah in the ears of the deaf.

Since there were already many good voices gathered in this bottle, so there was no need to be careful for me to take the others, there was no way the evil voice would want to gather with hundreds of kind and gentle voices.

The next place will be a lot of fun for my sister, no matter how many good talks collect there. It was a broadcasting house, people used to make a news event on this building. Sure is! Sure is! There will be a lot of beautiful sounds between the scratches of black ink and white paper there. Quick! I had to quickly take all that, afraid that my sister would no longer be in this world.

May enter the high building through the back door that is not awake properly, sneaking while disgusting both feet to muffle the sound. Climbing the stairs with countless fingers, holding a cold iron handle so as not to slip, and bowing the head when someone came down to meet me. All for the sake of pleasing my brother who was tired of beating up to live a weak, lifeless body, maybe it was the best way to end all the torments of the world.

"A student managed to create a robot that can help the elderly." a woman in a neat suit smiled at a camera, he was endlessly smiling while arranging news hacks in front of him.

I quickly opened the bottle as they brought the news, all the good words were sucked in. All about the goodness of this nation sucked, the news-bearer tried hard to issue good news verses without sound, only meaningless lip movements. Everyone there was shocked by it, the superior compliments, the news of the excitement, the amusement jokes, and all of it, being sucked into this bottle I was carrying.

"Who are you?! Why did you come here?!! definitely going to steal something here!!!" a security guard flailed the batting plan into his own hands.

Without thinking, ran outside the building, passed the same stairs, just without a brake to stop it. My sister should know if a good voice is not as light as people often talk about, especially all stacked in a used bottle. The news was heard back in the building, just that the news was not something comfortable in the ears. cases of corruption, robbery, embezzlement, dismemberment, rape, and insulting cases between the people above, he said, there's nothing fun in those words.

There are no obstacles on the road to go home, everything is smooth, as if God has given blessing to this despicable act. Running to where he was, suppressing the pain in the chest due to the breath that I kept wasting in vain. My sister was still there, looking up at the window that led all the way to the city where there were good voices.

"Why haven't you slept? Aren't you tired?"

He smiled when my voice approached. O almighty God..Why are you going to take that smile away from me so soon? Do you want to see it every day, just like me?

"How could I sleep when I know if tonight is my last night, it is dear if my time is up for sleep."

"You're right. Anyway I just went to town again, but this time I brought something for you."

"What's that?"

I slowly approached the bed where she lay helplessly, sat by her side and gently rubbed the black hair full of myak. I hope my sister will like all the good sounds I have collected in this bottle.

"Is that a new story?"

"No. It's better than that. These are the voices I told you about."

"REally?!"

"Of course."

Slowly the sound-filled bottle was placed close to my sister's right ear, then with a very fragile hand that closed the bottle raised. Like a whisper of a dream witch from a distant nergri, pacifying all desires in my sister's life.

I could only hear a few voices coming out from there, there was the joyful voice of a patient recovering from cancer, a mother who had just given birth, the cry of a newborn, the cry of a newborn baby, traders who are blazing, love stories, and all good words that can make the heart serene.

Very surprised, if he would leave when he heard all the words in the bottle.

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A year later, my sister's grave was very dry and there were grassy bodies on it. The used bottle picked up a good sound in the capital buried with his cold body. Guilt filled this whole body, wanting me to give back everything that the bottle had taken, but... All impossible.

Footsteps follow the road to the city. Everything looks no longer the same, because it is over, there are no good voices left there. But I'm sure... One day, the capital will be filled with a good voice again as before, not even compared to the cruelty of a stepmother.