Play your guitar Sophie
Stan's Confession
“What is this ?”
“A letter only. Please tell Frans. Tell him I'm sorry about everything that happened. Please also tell me when – when I will definitely visit him,” said Dit thrust an envelope at me.
“Come Sophie. It's late tonight, you still have school tomorrow!” stan shouted from his car.
“Iya .. Yes briefly !” my yelling. “I don't know what Brother's relationship with Frans' sister is. But if he gets angry, there must be something right – really hurt his heart. Sorry if I said something like this, but maybe it's better for Brother not to add to his anger by sending this letter,” I re-send Dit's letter.
“I've thought of it Dik. But there's something I can't tell you. Please give me this letter. About him later will get angry or whatever, I will bear,” Dit said to me with a face full of hope.
For a while he kept looking at me when the letter in his hand never came to me.
“Come Sophie ! If you go to sleep in the night you can't wake up tomorrow and I'll get a nagging gift from Frans and Auntie ! Dit …. ! Let the boy go home !”
I'm appalled. I didn't think Stan knew Dit before.
“Kakak knows Stan too?”
“Ya ..., if that answer can help you deliver a letter to Frans.”
The more things I don't understand here. So I decided to do as I asked. I'm sure Stan would know something about this.
“Trims,” said Dit.
“Sama – equals. Greetings to Dodo,” I said as Dit left me.
Courage reveals the identity, events outside Dit's will, something that cannot be said and Stan who turns out to know Dit. I was trying to find a connection from the word – that word when I walked into Stan's car. Stan started the engine and left when I sat with him in the car and put my guitar in the middle seat.
“You never said you knew Dit,” I said.
“Hah … ? Dit ? To whom ?” ask Stan while driving.
“That Brother Frans, who was chatting with me just now.”
“Oh …. Ditto. What did I say ? You never ask and I don't think you have anything to do with him.” Stan said as if covering something up furiously.
“I think you know something between Brother Frans and Dito.”
Stan did not answer. His eyes remained vigilant looking at the path that was in front of him. It's almost eleven o'clock in the evening. No more inter-city buses that meet – streets Batu city road.
“STAN !” I shouted annoyed that Stan had not responded to my answer.
“Eh STAN !,” Stan repeated my words. “Sophie, you make me surprised. if we hit how ? You won't be able to date again ! Well God ... I don't even have a girlfriend yet!”
I had a long laugh. “You're talking to Stan ? Hayo ngaku ..”
“Eh .. who says I'm talkative. No tuh,” Stan's face pouted shy – shy when I said that.
“You have to tell me Stan, what's really going on between Brother Frans and Dit.”
Stan just shut up pura – pura not heard.
“You want me to be surprised again ?”
“Don't be like Sophie's little boy. I promised I wouldn't say anything to anyone. I hope you understand that,” Stan is acting seriously.
“Appointment ? Promise on who ?”
Stan looks like he wants to say something but he blurted. He drove his car cautiously. Avoid any holes and look for gaps between vehicles. Several times heard the sound of a horn from the car – cars behind us. Sometimes – sometimes also sounded cursory tape car played hard – hard. But Stan kept quiet. His eyes were adorned with long eyelashes were still looking forward.
“STAN ! Brother Franskah ?!! ” my shout is loud.
“IYA !!” stan shouted even louder. “Aduh Sophie, you startled me again. I have been trying for a long time to break this habit. You want me to be laughing at people well ?!” sengkur with a face with – murmurs.
“So right Brother Frans made you promise ?”
“I didn't say the name was Sophie. Let's just say you didn't hear it.”
There was something between the two of them. I was sitting not calm even though Stan's car seat was actually very comfortable. For a moment I tilt to the left, briefly to the right, briefly to the front and briefly then I want to lie on my stomach.
“You're a pawn hemorrhoid Sophie ?” stan asked, looking at me for a moment. I neither justify nor deny. Looks like Stan saw my anxiety.
“Alright,” Stan said in a forced tone then sidelined his car. I heard Stan take a few deep breaths after he managed to find a safe place for his car to stop.
“Listen to me good – good Sophie. I'm not going to say what I know about Frans and Dito. I think you've understood very well what it means to be friends and the importance of maintaining trust. You understand that khan ?”
I'm nodding.
“Good if you understand. One thing you need to understand more about Sophie. Whoever and whatever he is, Frans is your uncle. He is always there for you even when your own Father doesn't care about you. Sorry if I said a little harshly about this,” Frans was silent for a moment to look at the reaction of my face. Indeed the word – Stan said hurt me a little, but what he said was the truth and I had to learn to accept it. “What's the point of you knowing what's really going on between Dito and Frans ? Notice this, finding out something about someone else to satisfy Sohie's own curiosity, is a selfish act. Tell me now, you want to know it to satisfy your own curiosity or you really – really want to help Frans ?”
“Ehm ... two – two I think.”
“OK. Suppose you want to help Frans. What are you going to do ?”
I was confused to answer such a question. Then, next I just lifted my two shoulders.
“So I can tell you that you just want to satisfy your curiosity. Tell me I'm wrong.”
I didn't say what – was because it felt like I was starting to realize that I really just wanted to satisfy my curiosity. I'm not Thomas Alpha Edison who did 1,000 experiments before he could make the perfect light bulb, which in his curiosity helped a lot of people today.
Once again Stan took a deep breath then said, “He's human like you too Sophie. He deserves love and has a personal life that no one deserves to interfere with. Besides Sophie, I think Frans has been accepting you for who you are. Never once have I heard him complain about your attitude that sometimes – sometimes very childish – kanakan. With his love, I hope you can also accept Frans however he is.”
Finished talking Stan revived his car engine. This blue car again runs on a finely paved road. Cold air is getting more pronounced with the night.
Arrived – just happened silence between me and Stan. I looked at her clean face. Even now I can still smell the expensive perfume and seem excessive.
I felt bad for putting him in a difficult position by forcing him to tell me what was going on between Dito and Frans. I should have known that I could not impose my will on a friend who had made a promise. I should have understood that.
I also felt guilty because some times I was disrespectful to him. But deep down in my heart I have so much respect for Stan. He is wise and knows very well what loyalty means in a friendship. Because of her wisdom, I can understand how important Frans is in my life.
“Sory Stan's. I shouldn't have forced you like that.”
Again – again Stan pura – pura did not hear me with pura – pura alert see the road.
“STAN !”
“IYA STAN ... STAN !!! Sophie .. when did you stop teasing me!”
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