Short Story (Cerpen)

Tuts (Part 3) and Coffee Break

Category: Romantic Love Short stories

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Morning time. Sixth day.

Today seems worse than yesterday. The cello felt hot, and suddenly felt cold. His head hurts so much. His chest felt tight, making it a bit difficult to breathe. And everything seemed to sway. He was not strong in the bathroom. And his whole body felt so tired, so weak. He himself did not understand his situation.

He sat for a moment on the sofa. From Micah's villa, the melody of 'Tuts V and V' ran softly, breaking through every crack in the house, to his ears. Just this time, he listened to the song played by someone. It feels so different. More touching. What's more, when the play it is the fingers of the omnipotent love.

The melody feels like a supplement that adds energy. It generates spirit and gives a little strength. Cello stood up and stepped quickly towards the door of Micah's villa. The door opened and he stood there for a moment. Looking at his love.

His life would be over if he did not manage to get Micah's heart and bring it back. But he has no power to force it. He does not want love to be tarnished by his greed and fear of death.

'For Micah. May enter?'

Micah turned, and smiled, 'Morning El. C'mon here! I want us to play this song together!' said innocently.

Cello stepped slowly and sat down beside Micah. He stuck his fingers on the piano.

'Come,' take Cello.

Now their fingers are dancing agilely on the piano. Turning on beautiful tones that are long shackled. It was played by Venus and Vero. The pitch ripped through the air, guerrilla inside the villa, looking for any gaps to get out. Making the trees and grasses dance together.

Love Rhythm.

Dan, done.

Simultaneously, Cello had already fallen unconscious on Micah's right shoulder. Micah immediately turned his head, and he was so surprised to see that Cello was closed. He touched Cello's cheek, and his body felt so cold.

'El! El!' He patted Cello's cheek.

Luckily, the park manager has arrived. He asked the man to help her take Cello to her room. Micah covers it, then turns on the warmers. He called a doctor and asked him to come. Then he sat down near the cello, and clasped his right hand.

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Nightly.

The cello starts to open its eyes. The room looked faint and slightly twisted. He saw a girl sitting near him and looked at him anxiously. He recognized.

'El?!'

'Mikha.' His voice was almost inaudible.

'The doctor has examined you. He said you might be exhausted. He gave you medicine for you to drink later.'

'free. Any medicine won't cure me.'

'Why is that so?!'

'Because I'm not sick. This is not my place. And I'm in one game. I was only given 7 dusk. And tomorrow, it's the last twilight.'

'El!! I don't like your jokes!'

'I'm not kidding Mik!' He sat up. 'Do you think my arrival to this place is just a joke? Do you think the song you know is also just a joke, just an accident? Mere coincidence?'

Micah. Looked at Cello's eyes. He was trying to find something there. However, there was absolutely no lie drawn there, as he had expected.

'You stupid El! Are you not afraid of death!?' His voice is a little high. 'What if you don't find that guy'

'I've found it, ' cut off Micah. 'Only, perhaps he had not found me in his heart, ' he stared fixedly at Micah's eyes. 'I'm not afraid to die, if I have to fail. Most importantly, don't let me tarnish that love with selfishness and the lust to have it. That is love wrapped.'

'What person do you mean.it's me?'

Cello just nodded.

Micah looked down, staring blankly. He cannot think, he cannot answer.

'You just rest here. I slept in the guest room. El's Night.' He stood up, and stepped out of the room, without saying any other words. The cello remained silent, looking at Micah until he disappeared behind the door.

That day, full of silence.

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This morning was not as usual. When she opened her eyes, Micah felt her heart pounding fast. There was such a dense silence present nearby. He sat for a moment on the bed, trying to remember what happened last night. He wanted to talk to Cello when it was just a dream. Even he wanted, the cello was just a dream.

But something made him immediately stand up. 'Today'. For some reason, he was suddenly so afraid of losing Cello. He ran to his room. And swiftly opened the door. However, the room was empty, and the blanket that Cello was wearing had folded neatly. He saw something on the bed. He approached her and picked her up. It was a white rose from paper. The same flowers that Cello gave him at their first meeting. There was a piece of paper tucked into the flower. Micah opened it: The beginning of the encounter. End of farewell'.

Micah immediately put down the flowers and paper, and ran out of the villa. He ran down the street that early morning. His eyes and head were wildly looking in all directions, searching, and searching. He did not know where his feet would lead him. All he wanted was to keep running and find the cello.

I don't know how long he's been looking, and I don't know how far he's been running. Now the steps are starting to slow down. Breath hunting. Sweat on his face. Every drop was filled with his fear. Frightened, he won't see Cello again.

Luckily something flashed quickly in his head, when he saw a flock of young people who were about to leave for college. He immediately remembered the campus that Cello had shown him. Without lingering, he immediately took a fast running step towards the campus. No matter how far he had to turn, the most important thing was that he could find the cello.

He is now in front of the campus gate. The gate is open. He was convinced that the cello had entered it. So with quick steps he entered the campus. At that moment he felt the change of air around him. It was colder than it was just before he came in. But he doesn't care. Even when he saw some crows perched on an old, dry tree. That place is much more terrifying than before.

He has now climbed the stairs. Second floor. Third floor. He walked straight, towards the very end of the room. His heart was not as usual. Eid fear and love move, stepping together. He was standing at the door. His hand held a knob. Slowly spin. And open it with one hard push. The door was wide open. The air blowing out swept across his body.

And he found another atmosphere. Beauty is occupying the room. A sprinkling of white rose petals scattered on the floor. The window was left open. Thin clean white curtains blown by the gentle breeze. And the light of the morning sun was in it. The most beautiful thing is, he found the most love sitting there.

Cello was quite surprised to see Micah coming. He got up from the piano chair.

'Mikha?'

Without saying a word, Micah immediately ran inside and hugged Cello tightly. Cello welcomed the hug. Now the two human hearts are in rhythm. Like melodies that string the most beautiful love song.

'Take me to your place, El!'

'But, Mik! Are you sure? I cannot take you with a forced heart!'

'I have found you in my heart.' He's not lying. 'Let's play that song together. And again, I don't want to die here!'

'Ah! Aye!'

They both sat side by side in that chair. Put your hands on the remaining piano keys. Look and observe it carefully. A small mistake is a curse.

'Beginning to end. End to beginning. You remember that, don't you, Mik?'

'Yes,' he nodded steadily.

COMMENCED

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_Initial to end_

Music playing.

A young couple stood by the piano. The man gave a songbook to the sweet girl in front of him. 'That is love, ' said the man. One evening the sweet girl came into the room again. He is waiting for his girlfriend. Suddenly the door opened, 'Ve? That you? Ve, don't joke.' The one who appeared there was not the one who was waiting for him. Rather a person with a black coat drenched in blood with a hammer in his hand. 'What are you doing here?' he recognized the demon-spirited man! Together with the silent, dark gripping, and thunderbolts licking the sky, one vile phenomenon occurred in the room. The endless hysterics. That sweet girl will be slaughtered. But it is not willing to die at the hands of **** rotten it. And he chose the only way out that was there. He was standing on the window. Look down. When his heart had been steady, he turned his head for the last time, looking and recording the monster's face. Bringing memories of her and her lover in one free jump. His body landed face down on the wet ground. His heart, lungs, and head, crumbled instantly. But the memories could not be lost, the breath of anger would not be extinguished, and he felt one final blow before it was all over. The leaflet was not his, but someone else's, behind the land.

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_Finished to early_

Music playing.

The series of pieces of the incident moved back and forth in a matter of quick seconds. Now another piece appears. A man and a young man were talking seriously in one room. Seen between the lecturer and his student.

'This is tantamount to massive fraud, sir! I know that song is not written by you. I had first found the song in a pile of used items in the warehouse. The song was written by a long-dead schoolgirl, and she has not had time to show her work. The song belongs, Sove!'

'You don't understand anything, Venus!'

'I understand, I would love to have a masterpiece that is a masterpiece. But that desire has made you drunk and not aware that what you are doing is wrong! Great works are not created only through the brain, but they are born from the heart and feelings!'

'You're just a snot kid! So shut the fuck up!' Rendy, the lecturer of 'the plagiarist', came out of the room with great anger, hatred, and fear.

One evening Venus was in the piano room waiting for her lover Vero, to keep his promise to play the song 'Tuts V and V. And as a gift right on Vero's birthday. Suddenly the door opened. 'Vero, is that you?' tanyanya in a carefree tone. But everything changed when what he saw standing at the door was not Vero but a man who had been put in a fidelity, filled with vengeful spirits, hatred, and blind killing. Without saying much, the man attacked Venus many times with a hammer in his hand. He dragged Venus' body out and knocked her down through the steps. Venus is powerless against the hammer. His body was dragged and herded to the place of the last massacre.

Behind the campus, a narrow, not-so-deep hole has been dug. With a vague look, Venus saw the hole, and she was dragged into it. His body was on its back facing the overcast twilight sky. Until he finally felt a lump of cold earth slowly envelop his body. The whole.

And at the last moment the breath is left. He felt a body fall on it. The rain brought the scent of the body into the ground. The perfume she was familiar with. The aroma of Vero. On the surface of the ground, lay the body of his lover. Debaran last used it to say something from the deepest heart, 'I love you Vero. Forever..'

The girl could feel the heart. Behind that land, there was a human heartbeat. He was alive. Loved and loved. Man is His love. Venusian.

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EXPIRES

The cello fell to the floor, unconscious. His body is getting cold. Micah immediately grabbed her head and tried to wake her up. He grew even more fearful when he saw Cello's body turn into a cold vapor that coalesced in the air and looked thinner.

Until finally, one voice surprised Micah.

'Don't worry, Micah. Cello just fell asleep.' That's Venus.

Micah was so surprised to see two young men coming walking up to him. He had just seen their faces in pieces of the incident. And see them end horribly. But what he saw was now only two humans who had ever lived with an aura of peace emanating from their faces.

'Venus and Vero?'

'Yes,' Vero replied with a smile, 'greetings, Micah.'

Venus steps closer to Cello's body. He crouched down and clasped his right hand tightly. The cold steam that melted from Cello's body instantly returned, fusing together and solidifying. His cold body turned warm. His face is blushing, healthy. Venus stood up and unhesitatingly pulled the hands of the Cello, and at the same time the Cello seemed to return from the dead and immediately rise to its feet. He was quite surprised to see Venus and Vero there.

'We don't have much time to talk to you while enjoying a cup of tea. But, we are very grateful, because you have brought us back here. Now, we are ready to set out and forget that grudge. However, I hope to you Cello, so that you can uphold justice for both of us, Venus said.

'Thank you Micah, because your love for Cello has freed us from the bonds of vengeance in the world, ' Vero said with a smile.

'Now we have to go. Your exit, it's open.'

Vero hugged Micah, and Venus hugged Cello. A sign of brotherhood and friendship between man and former man. Venus and Vero moved away from them. Hand in hand and walk towards one light. Then disappeared.

Everything came back to the way it was. Without lingering, Cello held Micah's hand tightly and led him running towards the exit. He held tightly to the door knob, and opened it aloud. Soon a glare light greeted their eyes. And when it all started to clear. Cello saw the crowd in front of the room. He also saw his sohibs, Remi and Arta. There's a line of police blocking that door. Cello and Micah break it out.

Everyone who was there was so shocked and incredulous. For a while, the silence continued. Until finally Cello opened his mouth to the police who claimed the place as TKP.

'Sir, there are two bodies in the back of the building. The bodies were Venus and Vero, two students who were declared missing years ago. They were killed by a lecturer at this campus, along with Rendy. Rendy did so because she did not want her cover to be revealed, regarding the case of plagiarism of the song by the late Sove.'

After recounting the incident in detail, Cello fainted again. He was rushed to the hospital, and the police immediately handled the case. The bodies of Venus and Vero were actually found there, in the form of skeletons. Rendy, the vile man was immediately arrested at his residence, and sentenced to a layered charge. The end result, a lifetime of confinement.

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- Coffee Break -

'What are you doing, baby?' micah asked, bringing two warm cups of coffee to the table. On the desk, Cello looks very serious with his laptop. 'You're serious, really. Don't tell me you're thinking of a way to apply for that laptop!' the candlestick, while embracing the Cello from behind.

'Ahahaha!! I am writing our love story! And it's almost done!'

'You didn't miss the ground that was your bed and the sky of your roof, did you?'

'HAHAHA!! There will not be a single piece missed!'

'Then, how did you end the story?'

'With a poem. It sounds;

_ Love..

One substance without units.

React sharply through all densities.

Like poison, which pumps the heart.

Throbbing fast, freezing blood.

Nerve paralysis. Instantaneous stroke.

That is the definition of my love..

When the drops fall from you.

Right here -.

Well, this is what the hell! My eyes are 'not right!'

'Tell time? Let me take a look. Which one?' Micah brought his head to the side of Cello's face.

'It. Last word.'

'Oh! That's the word, man,

Liver_'

Cello immediately kissed Micah's cheek.

The blowing air gently caressed the curtains in that dining room. Bringing the heavenly air into it. The light of the morning sun was running merrily in the room. And again, there is an eternal love that settles there.

^_The End_^

____ Tuts ___