Short Story (Cerpen)

Tuts (Part 2)

Category: Romantic love short story

Title: Tuts (Part 2)

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Remi and Arta disappeared like smoke swallowed by the wind. Cello looked at the incident. On the western horizon, sunlight is heading for dusk. Bright orange. As Cello remembers, it was still broad daylight. He tried to stretch his body. Looking and observing around. The campus was deserted, as before. This time, too.

He dared to step up. Get down the stairs carefully. He started to feel scared. Lest this game has already begun. He ran towards the closed gate. Cello hastily opened the gate, and exited the campus.

It's beginning.

'What's this? Where's me?'

That place is different. It was not an ordinary sight that he had always seen after passing through the campus gate. But there are a lot of people there. Downstream then with their respective busyness. Community is normal. They're not a pack of zombies, ghosts or anything. The place is normal too. Not a cemetery, or a haunted place. It's a world, in a different world.

'This has already begun. The story wasn't just a figment.' Cello remembered the time limit of the game. Seven days. 'The cave has to hurry. It's the first twilight.'

Cello ran away from that campus. His eyes were wildly watching all over the place, paying attention to everyone, especially women. He must find his true love soon. For some reason, scenes in FTV floated in his head. Perhaps the encounter with his true love begins with a collision; or suddenly he stumbles across a rock and a girl comes to his aid; or; or a woman with a country girl's makeup suddenly falls off her bike right in front of the Cello. Or the.

'Beach?'

The cello stood stiff on the side of that road. A beautiful view is right across the street. A beautiful beach with white sand, and the twilight light of the sun. But that's not what kept him there. There's something else. Mahadevi. The women were smooth-skinned, blond, with a piece of cloth wrapped around her waist, and a poor bikini of mediocre material.

He went to that heaven. Hoping to find her true love among dozens of bikini-clad women. A highway full of vehicles. He almost kissed a pick up car. Now he treads on a stretch of white sand bathed in the afternoon sunshine. Mouth open. His index finger danced mischievously, choosing which girl to hook.

However, a voice distracted him. A laugh more beautiful than any laugh. Like a million melodies of love. Awakening the feeling he once felt when he first saw Windy – former first -.

He was looking for the origin of the sound. Who owner. Ah, there he is. Be met. A girl in a thin white dress above the knees. He was playing kite with some kids. Suddenly the beach music changed. Played the song with romantic music, 'Thosand Years _ Chirstina Perri'.

Then, all the hustle and bustle on the beach began to dim. One by one people disappeared. Leaving the waves and heart pounding. Each pulse screams the word, 'love'. Even the wind was heard whispering 'love', blowing the hair of the goddess. Now, the goddess's eyes looked straight at Cello. As if feeling the presence of a vibrating love. She smiled sweetly. His smile can take time. Now every second melts like t e t e s – t e t e s e m b u n p a g i. S l o w M o t i o n.

Suddenly the spirit of the poet penetrated into the body of the cello.

'Love, my life is over.

All tastes, now revealed.

When I saw your face, it was beautiful.

Love..'

And, 'Mas, mas! Paper flowers. Three five thousand! Cheap!' said a woman selling paper flowers. The music of 'Thosand Years' became tangled and stopped instantly. All the Cello daydreams are over.

'Oh, ma'am, ' he said with a stupid looking face. After paying the interest, he again saw his master. Suddenly he remembered the time limit. This is no time to play around! thought.

He ventured to approach the girl. Hope will get a positive response and signal 'hope' from the girl.

'Hi. Can I contact you?'

'Oh, can. Recognize, ' the girl stuck out her right hand, and Cello immediately welcomed the handshake, 'Mikha.'

'Caves, Cello. But familiarly called El.'

'You're a new guy, right here?'

'Yes, ' replied Cello with a face that was still stunned staring at the goddess.

'Where did it come from?'

'Campus.' Still with his stupid face.

'Oh, the chancellor's son, huh?'

'nope.'

'Lecturer?'

'Sir.'

'Hidup man?'

'Hey?' Cello woke up from his imagination. 'No, no! The cave is only a traveler.'

'O, sorry.'

Cello remembered the paper flower he had just bought.

'Oh yes. Here, ' he handed over the three stalks of paper flowers, 'make you.'

Micah took it, 'thank you, yeah. Oh yeah, let's sit there. You're not in a hurry, are you?'

'No!' He looks excited.

They sat in a shelter hut accompanied by coconut ice.

'So, while you're here, where do you live?

'Know.'

'Oh, 'Come, how is that? Where is your family?'

'I went from where I came from, to search and find something.'

'If you can find out, find out what? Work?'

'nope.'

'So?'

'True love.' Momentary pause. 'But I only have seven days. At the seventh twilight, if I don't manage to bring that true love, then I will die.

Micah was silent hearing that. His eyebrows are wrinkled deep. Just this time he heard someone say such a thing seriously. But he was not so willing to respond.

'So, where will you stay while looking for that 'true love?'

'The land is my bed. The sky is my roof, ' he said poetically.

'Oh, so if it rains and lightning, what are you? Ahahaha! If you want, you can stay in the small house next to my villa.'

'What is your family 'not angry?'

'Haha! My mom, my dad doesn't exist. I'm an only child. So, just relax.'

'Sorry.'

'What 'Got. Yes, come on!' bring him.

First twilight, passed.

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Day three. Nightly.

'Who is angry? I live alone here, ' answered Micah, innocently.

'Your boyfriend?'

'I don't have a boyfriend. Or rather, have not found a suitable one.'

'Yes! The opportunity! Opportunity!' inner Cello. At that moment, he saw an object located in the corner of the room, near the window.

'You can play the piano, right?'

Micah looked back, looking at the piano.

'I can't be so. My mother used to play that piano. There's one song he used to play together with Dad.'

'Can I try it for a minute?'

'certain.'

The cello approached the piano and sat in front of it. He opened the lid, gently rubbed the surface of the keys, as if he missed the thing. There was only one song that flashed through his head. His fingers began to dance on the tuts.

Micah listened carefully. The song sounds familiar. Very familiar.

'this?.. Right, this song! This is a song that my father and mother used to play!' mikha cried in her heart. He was so surprised to hear Cello play a song he used to hear. He continued to listen to that song. A feeling appeared in his heart. Deep longing for father and mother. Until he did not realize his tears had flowed, dripping down.

When Cello finished playing the song, he switched to seeing Micah. And he was very surprised to find his master shedding tears. He immediately stood up.

'Mikha, why are you crying?'

'I miss my mom and dad.' Her voice is raucous.

Cello could understand what Micah was feeling. Missing is indeed a disease that passes, especially when the missed no longer live in this world. Superfluity. Human feelings are tumultuous, sometimes beautiful, but sometimes excruciating.

The cello heard a command from his heart. Sending that command to the brain and passing it on to the entire neural network. He embraces the most loving. Micah did not reject that embrace. Now he freely broke his cry, leaning on Cello's chest.

After her crying subsided, Cello invited her to sit on the sofa. He pulled a piece of tissue on the table, and gave it to Micah.

'Thank you, ' he dried his tears. 'sorry. Shame, cry in front of you.'

'It's okay, kok! The woman was beautiful when she cried.'

'Haha! Wombal!' pause, 'oh, yes. That song.. That's a song that used to be played by father and mother.'

Like being struck by lightning, Cello was shocked to hear that.

'I don't know what the title of the song is. But each time they asked what song it was, they both answered,'

'THIS IS LOVE.' Cello and Micah said it together.

Now both are stung by millions of volts of electricity. The scent makes their mouths stiff. Quiescent. Silent.

'Said mother, the song brought him to meet father.' Micah broke the silence.

'And now, the song brings me and you together.'

—

Fourth day.

Micah took Cello around the city. They visited some famous recreation spots and restaurants. It was not a city that Cello knew. Everything's different.

They returned to the beach and took shelter in a cottage. After telling a long story about each of them, Cello finally decided to open the conversation about the purpose of his arrival to the place.

'Mom, I only have three days left. At the seventh twilight, if I don't make it, I'll vanish.'

'About true love, huh?'

'Yes.'

Silent.

'Mikha. I'm sure our meeting wasn't a coincidence. Not a coincidence anyway, you know the song 'Tuts V and V' that. From the first time I saw you, I believed, you were that true love.'

Micah took a deep breath, 'but I don't know what to answer. I'm afraid, I haven't had the feeling you have right now.'

Cello smiled, 'Nothing, really.'

'But, what's the story, until you can come here? And why would you die if you 'didn't meet true love?'

Cello took a deep breath, and began to tell the story from the beginning until he could get to the place, with nothing he missed. Micah couldn't believe what Cello said. Eventually, Cello took Micah to his college. And it turns out that at the time of Micah's world, the Cello campus was just an old building that had long been abandoned, because of the news that circulated about the murder of two students. Cello led Micah to the piano room. And showed him the piano he used to play the song 'Tuts V and V', as well as the songbook that was located on top of the piano.

Micah didn't ask much or comment. Until they arrived at the villa.

Fourth twilight, passed.

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Fifth day.

This morning was not as usual. When Cello got out of bed, he felt the air was so cold. Piercing up to the heart. His head was painful, even he almost kissed the wall when going into the bathroom. Finished getting dressed, he headed for the living room, and just then he heard the piano sound from the villa. He immediately got out of the house and walked towards Micah's villa. Door's open. And from the outside, Micah's back was adorned with black hair, trying to play a song on the piano.

The cello stood at the door.

'For Micah. May enter?' said it.

Micah looked over, 'Morning El. What a coincidence you came! Can you teach me that song?'

'You mean, 'Tuts V and V'?'

'Yup!'

The cello came in, approached Micah and sat down beside him.

'You sick El? Your face is pale.'

'No really! Let's get started. Try to pay attention first. This song was created to be played by both.'

Cello started playing that song. Micah looked at him seriously. I don't know what made him want to learn the song, so he insisted he wanted to master the song as soon as possible. Even after lunch, without much pleasantry, they again wrestled with the piano and the song. Till night.

And now, Micah almost completely memorized the notes of the song and played them quite well, although sometimes he paused to remember the following notes.

'Mikha, we continue tomorrow. My hands feel like they're getting out. You too, should rest. Don't get sick, ' he said with a smile.

'Yes. Thank you for bothering to teach me. You also look unhealthy. Better, get home immediately rest.'

'OKAY. Good night, Micah.'

'Night, El.'

Cello walked to the door, and not a second did Micah miss looking at Cello's back until he disappeared behind the door, when Cello closed the door.

That day, it was full of melodies. Yep. Only melody.