Play your guitar Sophie
Key F
Key F
“Why should there be a key F?” I'm upset with Frans. I learned to play guitar for three days with Frans. Actually, previously I have often tried – try to play the guitar relic Mama. I can play in the C key, the basic key for a beginner guitar player like me. But I've never studied this seriously. Key C, G7, Dm, Em, Am easy I do. But key F, true – is true a torment. I will not give up. Sophie Srikandi is not a girl who gives up easily. There are memories of Mama and and Grandma's upbringing in me. Key F, I will definitely conquer you.
“What kind of question is Sophie ?” Frans turned to me for a moment before turning back to the mirror while looking at her rosy clean face.
“If only F key can be replaced by another key well Kak”
Brother Frans pricked – opened his eyes for a while then looked at me sharply.
“Stupid questions. Sometimes – sometimes F and D minor are a bit similar. It's just like Sophie, but it's not the same. You must still be able to conquer the key of F,” Kak Frans stood up to take his guitar hanging on the wall and then sing a song in C.
…
Yesterday morning
I saw a dew
Swinging at the end of a leaf
The gentle wind came
Make the little dew fall
Crushed seeped into the ground
Small dumps are destroyed making the soil wet
Then came a bud
New life begins
What was small would be big
Because of a dew
…
Frans flicked his ring finger at the last string. True – true beautiful song. “Wah .. very good,” I said amazed.
“If you play in C, inevitably you will meet F,” sound Kak Frans steady though still sound patient, calm.
I leaned my head against the curve of my guitar, “Died me. Sis, why the hell should there be a key F ?” I repeated my question.
“You know Sophie, in this life there are so many things – things that don't care if you like it or not, but still you have to do. Because if you don't do it, Sophie, you're gonna feel like there's something incomplete inside of you. That's the key of F. If you don't learn to use it. Your guitar playing will never be perfect.”
I think Kak Frans' words are true and very reasonable. Brother Frans rubbed my hair slowly. “Outhor exercise,” said. Then I started flicking my fingers slowly. Singing You are my Sunshine in C means I have to meet the key of F. Sucks. Hold on, I'm errat. Not too annoying because now I'm practicing while imagining Nando's face. There must always be a sacrifice to get something, right ?
“Sacrifice said you?” shouted Dede, my friend, when the next day I showed you the – end of my reddened fingertips.
“Just because – because of a guy you just met Sophie, you have the heart to torture your fingers. That's not the sacrifice of his name. It was a torment!”
“De, you khan haven't met him yet. Try to see him once. You must immediately understand that my sacrifice is not in vain – sia,” said – I said memelas.
“SIKSAAN. Never once – times you replace the word torment with sacrifice. Also Sophie, how long have you known her until you have dared to decide if you love her,”
“Naksir De, still not in love !” I feel a bit irritated by Dede's attacks. Is he not happy that I have a crush on someone.
“Well right, a bad crush until you are willing to sacrifice,”
“You're my friend aren't you, anyway ?” I'm very, very irritated.
“Sophie, it's because I'm your friend that I remind you all of this. That guy is not necessarily comparable to the torture you're enduring now,”
Dede don't want to lose, “ in this case sacrifice and torture I don't see the difference,” she stopped for a while to take a breath, “besides, you khan don't know what she already has a boyfriend yet, not yet, nature – its nature how and what the guy is ... eh .. what is his name ?”
“Nando,”
“Yes right, Lando,”
“Nando Dede,”
“Ahhhh, same thing,”
“What's the same ?”
“You don't know if he also has a liking to you,”
I was still silently pondering over Dede's words while she was still raving at length about the guy and the love I didn't understand at all. My best friend is a big lawyer in the family. From grandfather to brother, all lawyers. He knows how to argue. And I have to admit that the word – says it's true. Not necessarily if Nando has a crush on me. With all the effort I put in, can I get Nando ?
In my room I still look. From earlier Fernando ngoveh to and fro while walking – roads. “Did a bird like you ever fall in love, Fernando?”
I thrust my hand to wipe – wipe his head. Fernando paused for a bit then rambled again when he saw no corn in my hand.
“Basic, naughty parrot whose mind is food only.”
My phone rang, video call from Dede. Lazy – lazy I received the phone.
“Yah,” I replied accordingly.
“Sorry,” he replied slowly.
Aged – new age this time I heard Dede say sory.
“What? I didn't hear!” I said pretend – temple while smiling.
“Already, no rebroadcast!” he's there screaming.
“Hehehe, I know De. Thanks yanh.”
“Sama – is the same Soph. You know khan, I've been single all this time. Even in our throats, maybe we're both the last singles. If you had a girlfriend, I would be the only single – in the world. I'm a spinster!” Dede laughed in a sad tone.
“Then don't bother Deh De. I've never dated at all. You've been a guy twice. I khan also need experience in the world of romance De.”
“Iya the Soph. I might be afraid if you date later, I'll be Soph.” mosquito repellent
“Yah so you understand also what it feels like to be a mosquito repellent. Twice courtship I've always been your mosquito repellent khan.”
“Hihihi,” Dede grimacing.
“I want you to be happy Soph. Having a boyfriend is fun if it's fun again. If it hurts again, it hurts. The more courtship it means the more hurt too. Hope you don't like me Soph.”
“Iya I understand. We are khan. If I'm out with my girlfriend again, and easy – melas it Nanco, amen dong De!”
“Amin!!!!” Dede shouted across there.
“I'll call you, if you want. So you won't feel like I'm leaving. But if we want to be alone again, you also know yah.”
“Come Soph.”
Then we spent the afternoon telling each other as usual. Starting from the guy who likes to worry about Dede in the school cafeteria, until our rooms each – the same – equally messy. We once polled whose room was the most messy between our two rooms, and Dede won. If Fernando hadn't been in the photos we uploaded on our Instagram, I would have won. But who wants to beat the room with a cute parrot in it?
Our chatter stopped when I heard grandma yelling – yelling from a toebroek telling me to come mopping and wash the glasses. Afternoon in toebroekpun begins.
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