Play your guitar Sophie
Eyes with Eyes
The next morning I woke up sleepy. Many times – times I tried to sleep again but did not succeed. The next few minutes I just lay down while my eyes blink – blink to look at the sky – my room sky made of wood is brown.
There is an uncomfortable feeling that I cannot deny. I'm still struggling with that recycling box. I also understand that in this world there are millions of guys. But I like only that one, and it turns out that she's now dating my best friend. It feels like that conflict is too big for me who is still in High School. Why is there a coincidence of – coincidences that occur, which only brings torture to me. My friendship with Dede was saggy, and surely Nando now knows that I have a crush on him. I'm so ashamed. Guys can't, but shame spills over to where – is. I don't know where I'll put my face if I see Nando again.
After a moment of flying with my own mind I began to enter the real world. I looked around and my hearing began to hear all sorts of things around me.
From the apple orchard, there was the sound of Frans cutting a dry apple branch while humming. I didn't recognize the song but Frans' voice was like fresh morning dew, like this morning. Grandma works in the kitchen while occasionally sounding – sounds, whether it's the lid of the pan or the frying pan, which falls. Grandma must not be wearing glasses. I usually help him. But for today taka pa – what am I missing kitchen pickets. After school I also help – help in toebroek.
Elsewhere in the house, which I do not know exactly where, Fernando was singing in his native language, the language of birds, which no one in the house could understand. This morning he was so cute. Maybe he urin – uring again because until now no one has fed him. But maybe he's singing welcome today. Like a chicken that welcomes the morning with a long tree.
I feel ashamed of myself because when everyone in this house has started doing their activities – each, I even feel good – make it easy to lie down while looking at the sky – room sky. Fernando alone, although not working, but he always spoke, telling everyone that in this house there is life.
I got up and walked a few steps to open the window. One facing an apple orchard and another facing a small street next to the house, next to a toebroek. The morning Eve of Batu city directly touched my face. I closed my eyes again hoping to sleep with the help of a fresh cold wind.
“Halo Ants, morning – morning you are awake ?” brother Frans' Voice. Then she played down her voice and spoke “Iya Frans. The windfall came early morning – am. If you wake up in the afternoon, the rejeknya be dragged by people.” Frans' voice returned to normal,
“But how can anyone not be afraid if his fortune is being dragged by people yah Mut?”
Not once twice did Frans act like that. I know I'm being shunned. I lowered my voice, and answered, I,
“So she's still in school. There's a windfall at Frans' school?”
“Lho Mut, your voice is different?” Frans acted surprised while scratching – scratching to him who was wearing a farmer's hat.
“Iya, because it's still newly built Frans,” I'm still with a small voice.
“You're so shameless dong Mut. Other people are already at busy work, eh .. You even feel good – enjoy sleep. Already Mut, you take a shower there. It's six o'clock. If you do not shower now, can – can be your fortune in school digondol people.”
“He was lying. Cook the day is still dark like it's said it's six?” in a small voice I laughed. It can't be six o'clock now. The sky is still too dark to refer to six o'clock.
“Again tuh tajararin read no hours at school? Second grade High School can not read the clock ? Do you realize this morning is cloudy?”
Half can't believe I'm grabbing my HP and seeing that even 3 minutes have gone from six o'clock. Not believing in HP I ran into the living room and saw the short needle in the wall clock was already right at six while the long needle had already been a few minutes past the number twelve.
“Bad Frans! Why didn't you tell me it was six?” my voice is no longer small.
“Who also told you to wake up instantly lazily in the window?”
“Khan Kak Frans who took Sophie to chat ?”
“Who is chatting with you?” Brother Frans turned his head towards me while folding his hands on his chest. “I was talking to ants,”
This morning is not a good time to argue with Frans. I had to move as fast as lightning to take a shower, have breakfast and heat up my bike for school.
“Eat slowly – slowly Sophie,” Grandma reminded when I had a bath and perfumed wearing uniform was eating at the dinner table.
“Sophie is too late Nek,” my mouth is full of corn fried rice.
“You woke up bad luck,”
“Nek, who made a song last night who the hell is ?”
“Which one ?”
“That Grandma played with Frans's sister,”
“Oh, It was Frans who made. Grandma just helped a little. You like ?”
“Very.”
“That song is for you Sophie,”
I was a little surprised even though I did feel it when I heard it yesterday. “Not because Grandma and Frans were silent, we both did not understand what happened to you Sophie,” Grandma looked into my eyes fixed –. “But Grandma wants you to know that there are many ways to say something.”
Grandma was right. Through the song Grandma and Frans made me think and understand what happened. I left school with a light heart while my eyes looked out at the highway. Overtaking several cars and motorcycles, stopping at two crossroads due to the red light while my eyes glanced left right hoping for a fresh cute guy in sight. A fresh air of Batu city this morning.
In front of the school gate, Dede was waiting for me. Beside it there is a motorcycle Nando, complete with the owner on it who tried to smile – smile at me. Although I understood the situation, but my feelings of disbelief rose again. I was angry, I was embarrassed and all I wanted at that moment was to immerse my face in the mud or go diving in the interior of the Indonesian jungle and not meet the two people again. Then the song Frans came back in my ears and now I have to face them, eyes with eyes.
…
In everyone's heart
There's a recycling box
A magic box that destroys mistakes
Mistakes of friends
They make weakness a strength
What makes a sad moment an unforgettable memory
One mistake cannot drown out memories
Bitter memories that evoke laughter
Then miss, then,
Longing that the bitter moment that is considered sweet is repeated
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