Play your guitar Sophie
Wear War Shirts?
“Who the hell is he Brother ?” ask me to Frans. Her mood was bad after she spoke to a man I just saw her face this time.
“Old introduction. Your guitar has been stemmed as well as mine khan?” brother Frans said with a worried face.
“Tadi at home already Sophie stem, check sound time was also already. What the hell is ?”
“You're ready ?” tanya Stan who appeared arrived – arrived to the dressing room. This was the first job I received from Stan. We will sing in a club house restaurant, in one of the famous hotels in Batu city.
“Remember, you will only have to sing,” Stan replied without waiting for our answer. “No need to talk or introduce yourself. Visitors are not here to listen to you talk.they come to eat while hearing a soft song. Club manager says that visitors like – old songs. We have chosen the song khan ?”
Said – said Stan just passing by in my ear. I deserve my face in the mirror. Brother Frans next to me rubbed a nettle in his hair. His face still showed that he was angry. All my life, I've only seen Frans like this.
“Frans sis okay – what khan ?”
“Nothing – what Sophie. Most will disappear alone if we have been singing,” Frans combed his hair straight neat. Behind us Stan is still talking about – things are not too important that we are not so concerned about.
“Your guitar has you stem khan ?”
“Hundred times asked like that. What is bosen ?”
“Sorry Sophie,” she laughs a little. “It must be convenient well if you can drink toebroek now.”
“You listen to me no the hell ?” Stan protested behind us.
“Listen Stan. That's it khan ?” brother Frans was impatient.
“Many more actually. But I believe you guys don't want to hear.”
I'm laughing, “Starting from home earlier you've been talking,”
“I know you guys that includes people – people who want to talk. That's why I keep talking so that your voices don't run out.”
“Trims Stan,” I grabbed Stan's hand and wrapped it around my shoulder. Frans grabbed the guitar next to him then played him the fission – land. I think that way he can be calmer.
“Sophie, amaze them with your song like it was back then. Let them forget to eat. Don't give them a chance not to notice you Sophie,” Stan said as he looked me in the eye from the mirror.
“Don't talk like that Stan. It feels like a burden.” I said back while looking at Stan's face in the mirror.
“Sorry. You remember Sophie, when I told you that you had something that you were born with?”
I'm nodding. From outside the dressing room, from the direction of the restaurant there was clearly the sound of a girl singing. Stan said, the girl named Diana was much liked by visitors here.
“You will always be able to do it because you have that ability in you.”
Brother Frans who from earlier was still playing with his guitar then reached out his hand rubbing my head. He was worried, but still thinking about me. To me, Frans has become more than my father who has never missed me.
“You won't be performing alone Sophie,” she said.
Moments later the dressing room curtain opened and a club attendant came in. “You are performing now,” said.
“All the best,” Stan said as soon as we passed him walking towards the club's restaurant.
The girl named Diana was done with the song. In my eyes, she is a beautiful and mature looking girl. With her delicate voice, it was fitting that many people liked her. I tried to smile when he passed me in the dressing room.
“Mbak,” I said. He just smiled coldly then looked at me cynically.
“Come Sophie. Now it's our turn,” said Frans who walked in front of me. Then, mingling with Frans I walked towards the restaurant. There are a lot of visitors there. From their looks, I could see that they were all rich. Some come in pairs, but some come complete with their families. Like the man who talked to Frans and managed to make her worry earlier. The man sat at the right-hand corner table with a beautiful woman who I thought must be his wife and one little boy who I thought must be his son.
Unlike in Toebroek, when I walked with my guitar, everyone was silent and watching. Here is very other. Me and Frans is not who – who so they seem to be just indifferent when me and Frans are ready with our opening song. A similar song – same we choose. Me, Brother Frans and Stan.
“Play your guitar Sophie,” whispered Brother Frans. I became the lead guitar for this first song. I played slowly at first, then grew louder while singing,
…
More than words,
Is all you have to do, do,
To make it real, though,
Then you wouldn’t have to say
That you love me, that,
Cause I’d already know,
…
Saying I love You from Westlife we finished well. Brother Frans who accompanied me at the side seemed to wipe the sweat on his face. Meanwhile, the man sitting in the right corner kept – kept looking at Frans in a strange way. Brother Frans who kept – kept looking like it looked uncomfortable and misbehaved. A few times I saw him picking the wrong string. Frans incorrectly plucking the strings is a rare occurrence – is rare. We are ready with the second song now.this time I am accompanying Kak Frans guitar.
“You are ready khan ?” Brother Frans looked at me. I think Frans asked that to prepare his own heart. Frans closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment and took a deep breath. Our first song managed to make some people stop their conversation for a moment. Now they're all looking at us.
…
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, when I want you
In my arms when I want you
And all your charms whenver I want you
All I have to do is dream
…
Frans sings softly. His eyes were still closed and I saw his face beginning to show comfort. Some people say that I have charisma that neither Grandma nor Frans have. But now I understand they also mean to say that Frans has good charisma neither I nor Grandma have.
…
Night or day, only trouble is gee whiz
I’m dreaming my life away
…
Frans opened his eyes. Look around then smile at everyone who enjoys our song. In fact, I see some people no longer care about their food. We made them forget to eat. Stan must be happy about this.
…
I need you so that I could die, I love you so
And that is why when I want you
All I have to do is dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
…
After that, there was still the sound of my guitar and Frans playing together. We are the same – close Dream got this Everly Brothers with one sweet quote. I saw a middle-aged mother almost clapping before she remembered that this place was a restaurant. The – men in the corner were still looking at Frans in a strange way. But the difference at that time, I saw Frans was no longer as pleasant as before. He was right when he said that playing the guitar would ease his heart. Mercifully.
It's time for the third song. The last song we should sing. Stan agreed we were singing our own song. A soft song about Fernando's friendship with an apple tree. .
…
Behind our house
There's a patch of apple orchards
Which we always take the fruit
And we sip it
Being watched by a bird
Fernando, the valiant bird
Talk like a knight
Pecking ants and hunting rats
Shouting at the thief
His eyes were not closed, his ears were on standby
Until the harvest season arrives
The apple fell
Fernando was fouled before rotting
Apple trees are racing to bend
Thank you and respect
For the brave
Fernando, a parrot
…
Finally, this first job we can finish well. After a few moments of silence, the visitors of the house eat back again on their food. The man sitting in the right corner walked over while holding his son.
“Kak, Dodo wants to ask something,” he said to me in a tone of voice like talking to a child. I looked at Frans for a while who I thought was back unsettled then leaned over a little and asked, I guess,
“You ask what sister ?”
“Come on Dodo, don't be shy,” the man supports his son. Dodo rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand for a while then asked,
“Sister, Fernando's wearing a war shirt is not ?” her cute face made me know that the question was not made – make.
“No little sister. Fernando doesn't wear a suit of war. Fernando is a brave bird. You want to meet Fernando ?”
Dodo nodded steadily.
“Just come to our place. I'll introduce you to Fernando. We have a coffee shop. Toebroek. Come anytime – when,”
“Sure, we will come.” Replied Papa Dodo and Frans pulled my hand away.
“Kak Frans really is?” manya curious.
Frans didn't answer, still pulling me away to the dressing room.
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