Short Story (Cerpen)
old piano II
Then I recorded part of the show onto the tape. About half an hour. Then I ran towards Eddie's house. I don't know why or what the connection is, it suddenly came to my mind that Eddie must have known all this.
As I was about to get to his house, I heard faintly the sound of the piano playing a song from the direction of Eddie's house. I approached slowly and tried to hear more clearly what the song was. I was surprised to learn that it was Bach's 'Minuet in G. And without any mistakes, like the keys are not broken.. Not like last night when I played it.
'Eddie! Why.. he must be inside.' I said slowly.
'Hey!'
A voice surprised me from behind. It was Eddie. He's not inside. Looks like he's been shopping from the supermarket.
'What medium?' continued
'i-i-it. That piano. Is there anyone inside?' tanyaku. It was like something was stuck in my throat.
'Oh that. Well that's what I said last night' Eddie paused for a bit, then added 'my grandfather played.' While taking the key out of his pocket to open the gate of his house.
'Your grandfather?' many wonder. I don't understand this guy. 'Isn't he dead?' my continue.
'Well, I thought so too.' The answer is who continues to try to unlock the rusty fence
Without realizing it, I was sweating. The weather was not hot that morning. I'm cold sweat. What's wrong with this guy? I think he must have lived with his grandfather's ghost in this house. But why does it seem like there is nothing.
'It's open, coming in?' said Eddie who broke my daydream.
'Oh, no, thank you. Maybe another time. Oh yeah, you're not going to church?' my many. Just pleasantries. To not look like someone who wants to find out something.
'Oh, I usually go. Same asyou. It's just that today I'm bad luck.' He answered with that strange smile. I noticed that facial expression. He was terrified when he went into his own house 'but he kept smiling'. 'If you don't want to go in, I'll go in first. See you, ' he said, as if there was something he was hiding.
'Ah! How foolish I am, I said, patting my forehead. 'I forgot to tell him about the TV show I recorded earlier.'
Huhh. Such is. I'll continue to fill in Eddie's letter.
'You know? That piano meant a lot to my grandfather. He bought it with his own hard work as a pianist. From null. This piano is his entire savings. You must know what it's like. When someone touches something you've earned your hard-earned. My grandfather loved me as much as he loved his piano. That's why before he died he gave the piano to me to no one.
Oh yeah, you saw it yesterday, right? When we party at my house. Whaddya think? Handsome, right? I saw it behind you yesterday when you were playing around with the piano. I could only laugh at that time, because he wouldn't let you play that Minuet song. Haha…
And the guy you saw last night was playing the piano on the main street. That's my grandfather too. How's game? Nice, right?. That's what you saw on TV that day.
Yes already. After I moved. You won't hear any more weird piano sounds at the compound. You can sleep in peace now, man.
Greetings, greetings,
Eddie
For the record: don't play Toccata songs at night.'
That's Eddie's letter that's filled my brain up until now. This letter and the events I went through with it are full of riddles. The question that was still floating around in my brain was, how did he know I was opening a TV show that day? If it's about the guy playing the piano on the main street, he might see me walking yesterday from behind his window.
But another story appeared. This time I was almost crazy about it. Let me tell you.
The next day I received a package from Eddie. And unexpectedly it turns out that the package is an obsolete piano left by his grandfather. And you know what else? Eddie died last night.
wkwkwk sorry yes I did not write short story description again busy gays many tasks so if many typo maaap😄
