Play your guitar Sophie
Apple Thief
I think, you must know there are habits – habits of your childhood that continue to carry over to the big. I don't want to talk, but it's true – experienced it. I still like to open my room window – wide while singing. This time I sang while playing guitar. Thanks to training two hours a day, now I can play in C without fear of facing F.
It just rained this afternoon. Although not how fast, but already able to make visitors Toebroek reduced. People – people are lazy to come out for fear of wet feet, in addition to reluctantly the big one facing the cold air after the rain. But not with me. After being busy for a while in Toebroek and working on the matter from Mr. Rustam, it felt good when the cold wind hit me in the face. Then I held my head up. The sky is no longer cloudy because I have seen a shining round moon and a small star that flashes – twinkles. I remember a song I used to sing when I was a kid. I close my eyes, trying to remember – remember how the song sounds.
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Li …. Li …. Li …. Li …. La …. La …..
Moon star. blink – flicker in the night sky
Never tired, like fireflies – fireflies
Li …. Li …. Li …. Li …. La …. La …..
A great wind is coming, your fire is not extinguished
You need a rainbow
The sky is beautiful because of the many colors
Li …. Li …. Li …. Li …. La …. La …..
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My childhood song is more beautiful because now I sing while strumming the guitar. I remember Mama. I miss the smell of his body. I miss the hot chocolate he made for me on a rainy day. Then with Papa, we'll both sit behind the window watching the rain fall – specks from above the precarious. I rubbed my wet eyes with the neck of the shirt I was wearing.
Some people walked in groups carrying flashlights along the long road beside my apple orchard and my room. Far in front of me, visible lights – small lights home residents. Shining – colorful like stars lined up. I thought, maybe my Papa's house is in one of the – houses. Maybe now he is feeling warm, chatting with his new family. I'm busy guessing – hell, how Papa looks now. I forgot his face. Maybe he's tall with a distended stomach and a bald head. Maybe his body was straight and his face fresh.
But anyway apparently, he obviously didn't want to see me at all. Ever since Mama and Papa got divorced, I haven't seen Papa. I don't think it's my fault I forgot her face. It could have been that I met her on the street but we didn't know each other because I had gone from a petite chick to an SMU chick.
My thumb is flicking string number five, bass A. A song, arrived – just jumped out of my mouth,
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Fernando's,
Have you ever felt missed
To the one who doesn't think about you at all
The faintest – you remember ever hugging you
Just for a moment, then gone
Your mind never leaves its shadow
Which flows in your blood,
Isn't this stupid?
Missing someone you don't know
Maybe you've never felt it Fernando
You're the bird, which Grandma got from the corny
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Finish singing again – again my eyes wet and back I pull the neck of my shirt to wipe my eyes. There is no point in crying. All the difficulties of my life, including working on – about the complicated physics of Mr. Rustam, I will not be able to solve by crying.
I heard someone walking fast – fast on the trail beside my room and the apple orchard. But this time, after walking a few steps I heard the sound of GEDUBRAKK, like someone falling on something.
“Maling !!! Mutual !!!” fernando's hoarse voice shouted loudly repeatedly to make me panic.
Quick – quickly I stick my head out. One of the apple orchard guardrails fell on someone.
“Sophie maling ... maling .. !”
I told myself to shout, “Hoiii ! Want to steal apples well ?”
“Not. I slipped. The road is slippery,” from his voice sounds that he is not an old man.
“Nothing – what khan ?” tanyaku base – stale.
“Not Fernando !!! Not a thief!!!” I said to Fernando who was perched on an apple twig while wagging – shaking his wings.
“Not what – what. Just wet and a little dirty,” even though I did not see his face clearly, but I knew that the guy was trying to stand up.
But, uh,
Then it fell again.
“Someone wants to steal an apple well ?” brother Frans' voice sounded loud from below.
“Not Brother, someone fell. The fence collapsed !”
Then I heard the sound of the door opening fast – fast and I saw Frans approaching the guy. They both spoke slowly so I couldn't hear. Frans reached out to help her stand up.
“Sophie, make coffee !” Brother Frans shouted. I hung my guitar and went down to the porch. Frans and the guy were already there. Fernando is already on the floor while walking pondar – mandir.
“Tomorrow, you must help me install a new fence,” Frans said as he sat down. That guy seems so guilty. Fernando walked closer to the guy's feet in a hurry – gesa then hammered his feet wearing blue flip-flops.
“Aduh,” the guy was holding the tip of his foot. Fernando fast – quickly walk away, down seat Kak Frans. “Maling !!! Maling ... Frans !!!”
“Not Fernando's. Take it easy,” said Frans while lifting Fernando and sitting him in the lap.
“O ... o...” Fernando said while covering his face with his wings. Like a child who is ashamed.
“Iya .. yes, surely I help install a new fence tomorrow,” said the guy grimaced with pain.
“Bloody well ?” my many.
“Cockwise. Just a little scuff,”
“Where's the coffee ?” Brother Frans turned to me, “Take a towel !”
I went to Toebroek which was already dark. Into the kitchen a small glass of cappuccino. Back to the veranda gives the coffee that is still billowing its smoke. Then walk back to pick up a towel while realizing the fate of being the smallest family member. Always told – to tell.
“Nih Kak,” I give a clean towel to Kak Frans.
“Kok to me anyway, to him anyway,” Brother Frans pointed at the guy. I'm being embarrassed.
“Eh .. He's got a name,” the guy spoke.
I could see her face and her hair.
“Oh, it turns out she has the name Soph,” Frans chimed in.
“Whose name is he ?” my brother wants to know.
“Ehm, his name is Hardin.,” a bad guy who turns out to be named Hardin was slowly – slowly sipping his coffee until it runs out.
“Thanks. The toebroek coffee is delicious. I'll be here tomorrow,” and then he says goodbye.
“Who the hell is he Brother ?”
“He said his grandson Pak Yono,”
“Which Yono Pak ?”
“That's a loh, who has a carrot garden is begging for mercy.”
“Ohhhh,” I said while imagining a Father of Grandmother's age whose face always looks happy. I don't think one of his grandchildren lives with him.
Next I entered my room. Trying to sleep accompanied by nature that presents a beautiful choir concert. Crickets singing in alto and frogs in bass. The occasional gecko sound gives harmony which adds to the wonderful show tonight. I fell asleep .. and dreamed …. Become one of the finalists of Indonesian Idol and sing accompanied by Magenta Orkestra.
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