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In The Same Place And Time
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15.46
4/12/2018
'Crash crash'
The sky seems to be sad. The color turns gray, as if leaving its colorful identity, is also liked by hundreds or even thousands of humans who stand on the face of this earth.
Bandung is the birthplace of a beautiful girl named Ladira Raina Anuhea Zulfa Tsuraya. A name that has a million hopes, even then poured through a slick phrase the results of the debate between his parents. Often Nea heard people complaining about her long name. However, Nea seemed unconcerned about it.
Nea's rough sighs rang out along with the rumbling of the sky. Really, Nea hates the rain. As time went on, Nea felt jealous of people who might now have managed to return home to the warm embrace of monotonous walls that never felt boring, he said, or maybe those who are now drinking a cup of hot chocolate, as well as other possibilities, namely meeting with Mr. Mattur. Again, he stressed, Nea hates today. Because through the various probabilities mentioned by Nea, the girl is still standing here, where she has been educated for the last 3 years. Oh, wrong! Precisely Nea was in a small gazebo, shade and waiting for the rain to subside.
'Tap, tap, tap'
Just under the shade of the gray sky along with her cries that came without explanation, was running a middle-aged woman. Call it a mother. The goal in that second was the same as Nea, shade.
Yeah, well, at least Nea's no longer alone in there. In fact, Nea hates herself. As the durian collapsed, the mother had just expelled the tiredness that came through the silence.
"Shade neng?" ask the mothers.
"Yes ma'am" Nea replied with a sweet smile of hers.
"What department is neng?" ask the mothers again.
"DKV ma'am." I don't know, Nea always felt a strange euphoria every time she mentioned the name of her major. He always felt that a little bit of this was able to make himself look, eccentric?
"Oh yes?! Wow, good at dong pictures," said the mothers while putting up a surprised face.
"Not mom either. Hehe." Nea blushed as soon as she heard the praise from the mothers.
"Ah, I like that. I happen to have a child here too" the mother told me.
"Oh yes, ma'am? What majors?" ask Nea.
"Music arts" replied the mother.
"Whoah! dong's singing guy?! Play instruments too, ma'am?" nea asked in an enthusiastic-sounding tone.
"He plays instruments, but not very mastery. My son is actually more master of vocal techniques. Why is neng?" ask the mothers.
"I'm actually compiling animation tasks that I will use for the final task. Well, we, that is, the children of DKV, are told to collaborate with children majoring in music, I happen to have not found the right partner to make the contents of the animated soundtrack I ma'am, if mom pleases I want to be in pairs with mother's son. Mother's son what's his name?" ask Nea.
"Oh, can-can. My son's name is Adiba Balqis Firdaus, he usually calls my son Balqis. I will ask my son. Oh yes, by the way I also do not know whose name you are," said the mother who ended with a second laugh.
"Oh yes! I forgot mom, sorry-sorry. My name is Ladira Raina Anuhea Zulfa Tsuraya" Nea said.
"Hehe, my mother's same father, ma'am, gave me a long name. Yes, call me Nea ma'am" Nea said with a smile.
"It's okay, that's good. It means that your father and mother have a lot of prayers and hopes for you" said the mother.
"Wooh! so much mom." Nea then laughed.
It seems that the pain felt by the sky is no longer felt, although the club still remains faithful to hold on to the canvas. Nea then looked towards the sky. After that, he remembered the original purpose that brought his steps back to this boring place, namely, meeting with his best friend, Arka, to take his borrowed laptop. Nea immediately turned her head to look at the mother who had just become her new friend about a few minutes ago.
"Mom, am I first?" nea.
"Eh, still drizzling. Usually that makes the type of rain sick like gini," said the mother.
"It's okay mom. So this is so strong for me. Hehehe" said Nea.
"Oh, yes, that's it. Be careful," said the mother.
"Yes, thank you, ma'am."
Nea then passed away. Run away from the small gazebo that is the place to shade for 10 minutes. Damn Nea, I don't know why the sky feels less 'rese' than usual. When the previous rain began to subside again, Nea ran away to the building of his majors. Looking for a way to cut to get to the destination faster, until finally decided to pass the building majors music is notoriously creepy.
As expected, the music art building is always quiet at hours like this. Because they, students who choose this major are required to go home every 4 pm. For no apparent reason and always will. I don't know what this campus party is hiding, through the strange rules passed by them.
Nea kept running, considering it was 4 in less than 4 minutes. Indeed Nea will kill Arka for her behavior which Nea considers very irresponsible.
Ready to take a new step, suddenly Nea's steps stopped right in front of the main door of the music art building, Nea felt the feathers goosebumps. His wet clothes, along with his long hair that became limp in seconds, further add to his hatred of the rain. Body shivers. In between the grievances he kept saying through his little heart, a beautiful, painful voice sounded out Nea's ear.
That flowing tone sounded familiar. Nea could feel all the emotions that the Pianist poured out every time she pressed the piano keys. Even now, his long legs led Nea to step closer towards the entrance of the music art building, even as his hands were moved to open the door that was not fully closed. The admiral of the high tide was warm to the sun that greeted through the dawn, Nea drifting in such a beautiful tone.
The first thing Nea caught was a black grand piano in the center of the room with a beam of light from the roof in transparent colors, with a man who was swept away in his game. His eyes were closed, as if he was painting all his emotions and heartbreak through a soft tone and greeting into the recesses of Nea's heart.
Nea was trapped in a vacuum with her footing falling on a stretch of white sand, carrying with her a handful of feelings of emptiness, despair, longing, and deep pain. Then, for some reason it felt like a long time, Nea waited to hear all the beautiful melodies again. For the first time in a long time. Nea dropped her tears.
Without Nea knowing, he had fallen.To be exact, back to fall after a long time lost the owner of his heart. Unfortunately, Nea did not know about this. That can be said, Nea loved an imaginary figure.
16.00
4/12/2018
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