Play your guitar Sophie
Heart Thief
Dede soared – jump happily when I told her how Hardin made me hold on to his waist and his courage clasped my hand that time. Said Dede, “Now I can understand why Hardin sent you the same letter Soph. It may feel like liking someone but not knowing how to approach them. Well ... just like me and Nando back then,”
It is true, said Dede. But until now I still don't know if I and Hardin can be said to be. The important thing is that he's comfortable, that's it.
“Love it doesn't need to be spoken. You can believe it or not Soph. But Nando never asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend or not. How to be asked, the two of us have been dating,” said Dede while laughing.
It seems true what Dede said. No need to say but just live like running water. Maybe that's the right word. Hardin and I now spend more time together. What I mean here often does not mean three times a day. Only free time when I have finished my work in Toebroek. Usually, we chat on the porch of the house and the apple orchard. Or, if Fernando doesn't want to be disturbed, we can go to Hardin's grandfather's garden. Sitting under a small wooden house in the middle – middle of a stretch of carrot garden.
“Don't forget Sophie's guitar practice,” said Frans once knew I was close to Hardin.
Another with Grandma who said, “School remains number one Little Miss,”
“Dead – hearts Soph. Don't – don't he have criminal talent,” sergeant Dede scare – nakuti. Since I know Dede, that sentence has absolutely no effect on me.
And what's worse is Stan's response “Your dating schedule shouldn't clash with the job. You're a professional who thinks far ahead of Sophie. Do not let personal needs hamper your career in the future. So, don't date too much.”
As a girl who lives in Indonesia, I think the warning given by people – people around me is something natural. They all want the best for me. And for now, I think Hardin is the best for me.
Hardin and I have a few things in common that I think make us a good fit for each other.
First of all, she lives with Grandpa without Grandma and I live with Grandma without Grandpa. It's a little different because I have Frans and Fernando. But, are not humans unique and different from each other. So what concerns me this time is the similarities, not the differences. Makes sense, right ?
The second is our same – the same single child. As long as I have known him until now, I have rarely found him wanting to win on his own. If anyone is childish – kanakan and wants to win by themselves, it is me.
I don't know why, it seems that the chatter about mom and dad was the one we accidentally talked about the most.
“Mama My Papa is so dear to me. But apparently they also love their work – each. So often I was home alone until night. I could only see them the morning before school, which wasn't long. Sometimes on weekends, they still work. Maybe long – long they feel guilty, so I tucked in grandpa. I am very happy here. Grandpa was always there for me. And I can meet you too,”
He said make me melt again noon – noon like this.
“You must have been very naughty,” I said while cleaning Mama's guitar body from dust.
“Iya, I was so naughty. You won't believe how many times I've moved schools,”
I raised my face, “How many times is it?”
“Take a guess !”
“Three or four times so ?”
“Six times until I finish SD,”
“Liar,” I said laugh. But from the way he looked at me back then, I don't think he was lying. “So you change schools once a year? After that ?”
“I became a very sweet boy.”
“Hah .. how can ?”
“Mama Papa chat with me. They're sorry about me. It was a moment I will not forget. Mama crying, Papa crying. They said that they worked hard for me. Well I understand. Until my decision to move to Grandpa's house was made.”
“And that was one of the best decisions you could make in your whole life khan?,” I said to show sympathy.
“Of course.”
“I'm always grateful to have Grandma and Brother Frans Hardin. But that does not mean my contact with them during this smooth – only. Although never directly quarrel, but I often feel Grandma too chatty or Frans who always act pretentious old and told – tell me to take what he asked.”
“Someone is talking to me well ?” Kak Frans said as he walked to Toebroek carrying a large sack of unground coffee.
“Ihhh, GR,” I said as I continued wiping my guitar.
“Aided Sister ?” Hardin offered himself.
“That's also what I often think about my Grandpa and my parents Sophie,” continued Hardin when Frans was gone, “I often think why Kekek told me to do things – things that I do not like such as accompany him fishing for example. I'd rather work in a carrot garden all day than accompany him fishing an hour. Totally boring. But, once I realize how much Grandpa loves me, it feels like the togetherness of any model will feel good.”
“Betul also. Do you miss your parents often?”
He nodded, “Because it's trying not to be a bad boy now,” he said ogling, “Then the time was still the same –, I often hurt their hearts. It means that they are more attentive. Or pura – pura sick. If I'm sick, my mom always takes off work. So I like it so much. So now I am not the same – with them again, I realized that I am right – really love them and I have to appreciate their every hard work,” I see regret on his face. “Therefore I now do not want to hurt people – people who are close and dear to me.”
“Oh well ? Who is close to you now?” ask me while smiling.
“Looks like a girl holding a guitar in front of me?”
“How do you know that he loves you?”
“Because he's going to sing for me. Right khan ?”
“Ihhhh, who wants to sing for you ?”
“Do I have to stand cold at night – nights until Fernando is caught first so you want to sing for me ?”
“Good. You may have heard this song. This song is my memory of my Mama.”
…
Samar – faint can I hear
When you play your guitar at night
When the moon is flaming round
And the sky is clear because of the stars
Your guitar sounds clinking
Your fingers are dancing on the guitar
Singing a song dear
So I can fall asleep
In the arms of your love
…
Fernando came when I finished playing my guitar while shouting – screams “Sophie ... maling ... night ... night.” Then he quickly walked under the table and pecked Hardin's big toe.
“He still thinks I'm a thief apparently,”
“Iya, heart thief.”
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