Play your guitar Sophie
Dit … ?
Stan was standing behind me who was removing the makeup on my face. Continue – continue she praised my performance and Frans's sister tonight. He also told me that the hotel manager liked our appearance and intended to sign us both for some time.
“How ?” Stan asked for my approval.
“Ask Frans deh Stan,”
“She's up to you,”
“But, Grandma later how ?” I muttered to myself.
“Don't worry Sophie. He would have agreed. Remember khan if he suggested you take this job ?”
You are still young Little Miss. Opportunities rarely come twice
Doubt – doubt I nodded. It's not hearty to let Grandma take care of Toebroek herself when Frans and I were not there. Toebroek is a lot of saturday. I can't imagine Grandma being busy alone there.
“Sack Stan,”
“Sssstttt,” Stan shoved a show on my lips. “I've said many times, call me Stan. No need to have another – frills.we khan as old as Soph,” Stan grazing.
“Iya, sorry. Stan, I have to talk about this with Grandma and Frans first. I can't bear them. Once – once is OK. But every Saturday, I can't. Not everyone accepts me here.”
“Talking with your Grandma and Frans I understand. But if it's about people who don't accept you, you mean Diana? Don't worry.he just doesn't want to get a rival.”
“Already, you go to the car first. I have to meet the hotel manager now,” Stan swiped – swipe his index finger and thumb then left. I walked out while looking around. There are not too many visitors in the restaurant. On the right corner, I didn't see Papa Dodo. There was only him and his mother who seemed to be drinking ice cream that looked delicious.
The distance between the restaurant and the parking lot is not too far away. Only about 300 meters past the pool and garden. I walked along the hall way which was only illuminated by a dim light – to the parking lot. I looked at Stan's car and didn't find Frans there. Only our guitars were on the back bench. Brother Frans must be walking – streets briefly enjoy the fresh night air. There is no harm in me doing the same.
I walked to the hotel park. In the center there is a pond with flowing water bubbling and a large – big gold fish that swims while opening – shuts its mouth. I think this pool is too crowded for them. Surely they are happier and swim faster if they get a bigger pool.
In the middle of the pond was a small mound formed like a hill. From the hill flowed water like a water source. I sat by the pool taking off my shoes. Put my feet in the pool and sometimes – sometimes feel the mouth – small mouth without teeth to bottle my feet.
From the other side of the pond, behind a small hill that was flowing water, I heard the sound of people talking. Speaking in whispers with angry tone. I know that voice. Boy's voice, Frans' voice talking to another guy I didn't hear. I moved my seat a little so I could hear what they were saying.
“Frans, sorry.”
“You never said you had a wife !” from the tone of his voice, it seemed like Brother Frans was in a deep rage.
“I'm wrong. I admit it. But you should know that it all happened outside of me. All this is not my will.”
“And you were Dit,” Brother Frans was talking to someone named Dit. Dito, Didit, Dita ? It's totally impossible. “Same does not dare to show who you really are,” continued Frans.
“You yourself Frans. You also never have the courage to tell your true self !”
I was confused as to what they were arguing about. They say something about the identity and the condition of being forced. I think a guy of Kak Frans' age has gone through a self-crisis. They both are silent now. Just heard the sound of flowing water and tucked – tucked goldfish swimming happily.
“When – when will I stop by your place, with my son,” said the guy called Frans ‘Dit’'s sister.
“For what ?”
“My son wants to see Fernando.”
I'm appalled. The man …. I-i know. Simultaneously, a large goldfish, shot my feet hard. It didn't hurt, but it made me very surprised and …
BYURR !
I slipped into the pool. Me next to me the fish – goldfish was dabbling not because of. Then I heard the sound of footsteps walking fast – fast from behind a small hill.
“Sophie ! Why are you there ?” brother Frans said rusar.
“Febritish ! Indeed there is a deliberate choking ?!” I said angry. The man who was with Frans stretched out his hand for me but Frans put it away. “I can do it myself.”
“Sorry,” he said slowly.
“We're going to Sophie's car. Stan must have been waiting,” Brother Frans took off his jacket and covered it on my wet body. We walk fast – fast to the parking lot. In front of his car Stan looks restless waiting.
“Sophie why ?” ask Stan.
“Founder,” replied Brother Frans.
“Kok can be ?!”
“Well, I can do Stan. The proof was I was caught !” I said sewot. How could Stan ask me why I got caught up !
The man was still following us both. “I'm home. Good night,” said Frans ketus while closing the car door. Stan's car was leaving the hotel. Stan still keeps – keeps talking about the prospect of our kariku in the future.
“With my efforts, you two will be stars,” Stan said repeatedly. We didn't really hear what Stan said either. Frans continued to look out the car glass with a gloomy face. I put my head on his shoulder. I don't really understand what Frans was talking about with that guy. But I'm sure it's something serious that Frans doesn't want to share with me. I don't want to know what it is. One thing I know, I love Frans.
When I got home, I changed clothes and fell asleep. I left my room open and the wind in. My eyes are heavy. Grandma came into my room and closed my window. He took out a blanket and spread it over my already very sleepy body. I did not hear the sound of footsteps walking hastily – gesa beside the apple orchard. I think I'm starting to miss him. Good night everyone. Fernando, don't be noisy. I want to sleep, I said in my heart.
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