Mentari in the Night Sky

Voices

One of the things I love most about this university is the snow piles in winter that cover buildings, trees and streets. Everything was white like something that had not been stained by anything. Very beautiful and cool eyes even though the cold snow has defeated my taste of love. Looks like I really hate all the things that smell ‘cold’.

Some medical students started to appear one by one. Looks like the exam is over. Some of the students showed happy faces, some showed frustrated faces, and the rest showed expressionless faces. I've heard from Ken that some college students put on frustrated faces just as a mask to outwit other students. I think living in a competitive environment is exhausting and exhausting.

A familiar face appeared on my radar of sight. My music lecturer is also here. He's with a man, I think it's his girlfriend or his fiancee. I've never seen Miss Jasmine smile as sincerely as she is now. I always felt that the smile she always showed in class was a fake. After all, someone will definitely show his identity to people who have influence in his life.

Just as I was about to take my eyes off, our eyes met. I was shocked and immediately turned my face the other way. I also pretended to look for something in my bag by ruffling the contents of my bag.

“No need to pretend not to see Mom.”

Well, it's okay for me to pretend or not. I picked up the bag next to where I was sitting. A few bodyguards started walking towards me as soon as Miss Jasmine sat down.

“Can you keep your guards quiet in the original place?”

I thrust my hand towards the guards and get them back to where they were. I looked back at Ms. Jasmine who was busy with her glasses. My bodyguard wasn't even formally dressed as usual, how could he know some bodyguards were walking towards us?

“He's Mom's husband. We ran away and got married here, more precisely Mother who ran away to be able to marry him,” she said as soon as I saw me busy looking for Ken in the crowd.

“….”

“Mother's husband often told me about Ken. How much love, care, and sincerity he has for his wife but I cannot tell my husband about you

Everyone has their own way of seeking the attention of others. I think speaking honestly is one of the ways that Ms. Jasmine used to. Now my eyes and body have been turned to him. He only smiled before sipping the coffee he brought.

“Your sad tones, they all belong to other men right?”

“….”

“At first I thought all your notes were from Ken. Until yesterday when I tried to play the tune of your ‘Your Snow’ song, I felt like you put another soul into that tone. The soul of one who is enjoying love and is no longer the soul of one who is tormented in love. When you put your life into your tones, you will also become someone easy to read.”

“….”

“Can I ask?”

“Among you and Ken, who suffers the most?” he continued after seeing me not showing any expression.

“How about Mom? Among Mothers and husbands, who suffers the most?” tanyaku finally broke the silence that had lasted for 1 minute.

“Your voice is quite beautiful for you to hide, Zeta.”

“….”

“Hmmm. She married him not because she loved him, only because she loved him. But, after Mom thought it over, Mom's husband never suffered because he was finally able to live with the woman he loved and instead Mom couldn't live with the man Mom loved.”

Someone waved at me and made me turn my attention that had been fixed on Ms. Jasmine. Without needing to look a second time, I knew immediately who it was. Ken ran down the stairs in a hurry. He bumped into someone and made the books held by him and the person he hit fall down. His current facial expression was really funny. Several passers-by helped him pick up the books and he continued to apologize to the person he had hit.

I again focused my attention on Ms. Jasmine who was now staring blankly at the snow that had fallen back from the sky. I don't know what kind of life he's lived. I also don't know what kind of love story she's been feeling. All I know is that no one suffers between Ken and me because I never think about it. Even the thought of thinking about who suffered the most never crossed my mind. I was just thinking about how to live the rest of my life with the man who was now running towards me, the man almost bumped into someone for the second time.

“I think I have loved him for the umpteenth time in my life,” I said break the silence.

Madam Jasmine turned her gaze towards me. He was quite surprised to hear the sentence that had just come out of my mouth. He followed my gaze which was looking at Ken silently silent. From where Ken was standing and where I was sitting, I think that distance was enough to make him see me clearly open his mouth for the first time to someone else. Ken did not continue his footsteps and only showed the expression of someone who was confused and surprised.

“The hardest part of loving her is pretending not to love her,”.

“….”

“In loving no one suffers the most even though his love is clapping one hand because for someone who is in love knowing if he is loving another person it is more than enough regardless of whether his feelings are reciprocated or not no. gabe. Only those who cannot love sincerely will continue to find out who suffers the most,”.

I saw Miss Jasmine's face turn sad. She again showed a fake smile of hers that now looked more like sadness. I think my words were right about the point of guilt in him.

I took my bag that had been clutching with the cold snow.

“Can I advise Mom before leaving?” ask me before actually leaving Miss Jasmine alone.

A look and a smile were given in response. I couldn't interpret her gaze but the smile on her face was enough to give me an answer. I exhaled before actually saying a few sentences to Ms. Jasmine.

“Mom already loves Mom's husband. The smile that Mother showed her husband was the sincere smile of a woman to her man. Open Mom's heart and find out again why Mom left everything just to be able to marry her.”

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