My madam, my poison
About Gibran
(Still on the phone)
[Azzura who? Maybe he's your new boyfriend]
[Bu-bu-no. It was the name of a cartoon character on television.]
[Since when did you like watching cartoons?]
[Ehm .. i-i, ..]
[Yes already. No need to talk about it anymore. Where are you now?]
[I just got home.]
[Where are you from?]
[There's a little business]
[I got word from my friend if at Mall Y there was a big discount on fashion products. Do you want to help me? There's a branded bag I've been after for a long time. The normal price is above ten million. Today it is sold for three million.]
[Want?]
[We have to get there now before we run out.]
[Didn't you ask to buy a branded bag a few days ago?]
[Of course this one is different brand.]
[I'm tired, I want to rest.]
[Come, Honey.]
[Other times.]
Clik. Gibran ended the conversation.
A few minutes later, his phone rings again. The neglected Luna called him again. Gibran took his phone and turned it off. Drowsiness began to attack him.
Gibran was walking in a large park. But no one was there. He shouted to call his family name but none of them appeared until suddenly heard from a distance someone who was chanting the holy verse of the Qur'an. Although he hardly ever touched the holy book of his religion, for some reason his feelings were so calm. In order to answer his curiosity, he also found out who the owner of the soothing melodious voice. After a long search, he finally found a woman sitting on a park bench.
"Your voice is beautiful" he said.
The hijab-wearing woman paused her tadarus for a moment and turned to Gibran.
"Tock. Geck. Geck. Mas Gibran, dinner's ready."
Gibran was aghast when suddenly someone knocked on the door of his room.
"ah! I almost saw the woman's face. Just interrupt!" gerutu.
"Mas .. Mas Gibran," call Marni again.
"Yes, Mbok! I'm out soon!" it was screaming from inside the room.
"What did that dream mean? And who's that girl?" muttered.
Gibran fought laziness and then got out of bed. He walked to the dining room on the ground floor.
"Tumben you didn't come out" said Keenan, who had been in the room earlier. Just in front of him the father had also started his dinner.
"I'm tired and sleepy."
Gibran pulled out one of the chairs and sat on it.
"Yes. Rarely is Sunday night Mas Keenan at home." Mbok Marni chimed.
"You guys are weird. I mostly go to protest, now I'm at your house even surprised."
"Dad heard lately you rarely come to the office. What are your activities out there? Example of your sister. In just two years the company he managed can grow rapidly even has a new branch office" said man named Yudha Mandala, the father who is a fairly well-known businessman.
Gibran, who had just poured rice into his plate, looked at his father's face.
"From time I knew, didn't I? I'm not interested in business. I like art more."
"Arts that don't make money. The band you formed since you were in college was still so-so. Not growing at all. Never mind being famous, scoring an album never is" said the father.
"Building a band is not as easy as raising a company" Gibran said.
"I'll prove to Dad that one day my band will be a big band and I'll regret ever underestimating me!"
"Oh yeah? Let's see it later."
Suddenly Gibran moved from his seat.
"Where is Mas Gibran going?" ask mbok Marni.
"My appetite is gone. I'd better go hang out with my friends in the music studio."
"Look at your brother. He never listened to my father's words. What he said was only heard through his right ear and out through his left ear" Yudha said.
"Dad don't push her desires too much. What is done half-heartedly will not give maximum results" said Keenan.
Not long ago heard the roar of a car that drove away from the yard. Marking if Gibran really left.
"Oh yeah. After dinner I'll see Mr. Leo. We made a promise." Suddenly the father switched the conversation.
"Thank God you've met him. I've failed him twice."
"Can you accompany me?" ask Yudha. Keenan nodded his head in response.
"We came out for a while, Mbok," Keenan said after emptying the contents of his plate.
"Be careful, sir .. Mas …"
Both of them left the house.
*****
In a music studio, four men and two girls were chatting while occasionally enjoying a snack. The owner of the music studio itself is none other than Gibran who is the vocalist of his band named
"STARLIGHTS".
Seeing the arrival of the vocalist, of course the man who had embraced friendly with the girls was quick to keep each other's distance.
"What happened to our vocalist on this one? His face is like a dry canoebo" chirped the guitarist named Hanafi or often called Hans as his stage name.
"A fuss with his father." The bassist named Juan.
Without waiting for orders or instructions, Hans who was sitting next to the girl named Luna quickly moved and gave a place for Gibran.
"It is customary, children and fathers who do not agree. If you meet at the dinner table, at the end of the day I choose to leave because it continues to be cornered," said Gibran.
He then embraces Luna and gives her a friendly kiss.
Luna is Gibran's girlfriend who is also a backing vocal in her band.
He never knew if his affection for the girl who always looked sexy was sparking the jealous fire of one of the members of his band.
"I'm sorry, honey. I was sleeping heavy this afternoon. So overslept. In exchange tomorrow afternoon we go to the mall. You shop whatever you want," said Gibran who suddenly made the long-haired girl's eyes sparkle. He then presented the man who had been his girlfriend for three years with a tight hug. Once again the heart of a friend burns with jealous fire.
"Let's start training. The race is three days away!" the drummer shouted.
They quickly moved from their seats and held their respective musical instruments that are part of it.
"Do you know how hurt this heart is when you and Gibran make out?" hans said shortly after the band finished rehearsal.
"You take it easy, honey. I was just pretending to love Gibran. You know that too, right? If what I did was for you too. If I get a lot of him, I'll definitely stay with him and we'll get married."
"Oh, so is it true you guys are stabbing behind me?!"
Luna who was struggling fondly on Hans' shoulder was suddenly tiptoed when she saw the arrival of someone who had not really left the music studio.
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