Silhouetted

8.1 Sound Voice

RAYA

“Where Anjeli? Where's Anjeli?”

This time it was the voice calling. Yes, three weeks did not feel and she was welcomed back to the mother's friendly smile, then told her the experience as all mothers really want when their children just came home from somewhere. Then the next second he was already upright again behind the bedroom window, feeling his heart calling out like that.

Can we trust our own conscience? No, the question is, should we trust our own hearts? For if it is not our own conscience, who else should we believe? The next second Raya found herself back down the sidewalk, ignored her mother's call to rest. Simply answer it by going away for a while because there is a need.

Then his mother let Raya penetrate the dust of the city again.

Raya does like to walk, with walking she feels a lot of something to see, a lot of contemplation that can be done, a lot of events that can be arrested. After all, the goal this time was very clear: Anjeli.

In the middle of the sun at three in the afternoon Raya tread the city road. Crossing with the hot-tempered humans, it is not yet hours to go home from work but the streets have begun to be full. Sometimes Raya hopes cloudy come covering the sun, then drizzle come so that the air is a little cooler. But the air of this city during the day is always like this, dusty, with a blue sky imitation. The sky that deceives you with the pollution that settles there.

At a red light he saw a pair of street children laughing while singing together. Do they have a story in their hearts? Is there love in their soul? Sometimes Raya finds it miraculous to see people like her laugh, happily, together. It turns out that happiness is abstract, it can perch anywhere.

Without feeling he arrived at the cafe again. There was a yearning that peaked, then suddenly broke to see again the ornaments there, see again a row of table chairs and stage. I don't know, there seems to be some kind of inner attachment to this place.

But isn't this place his?

I

I fell asleep, I don't know how long. When I woke up I was still on the back of the chair I was laying down, the car radio was still playing, this time classical songs. I don't know where the voice of the announcer was. Mungin also had his radio station replaced. While my friend is still driving. Slowly my memories gathered. I remember the voice of the hooded girl I heard on the radio.

“So that's the story, so I take you for a walk now, I want that story only, how do you think?” My friend suddenly asked.

My friend seemed to be nodding with satisfaction, when what did I care? I didn't hear him say ap. “So good huh? Well... I know you will definitely support me, you are indeed my best friend.”

I nodded while grimacing. I was thinking what if he was actually telling me about a plan to kill someone? I'm not gonna get the sap. Scroll a clock, I probably spent more than two hours in this car. I saw the city was deserted, in the streets there was only silence overwritten by street lights. In the car, I saw two homeless people sitting together on the sidewalk, side by side, enjoying the night. Maybe they were friends from childhood? Maybe they have the same dream? Who cares?

“I have to go home!” I said slowly while my eyes searched for the moon.Nothing

“Okay, I'll take you home, thanks for hearing my story earlier.”

I just smiled, but I was curious for a long time. What the hell story was he?

The car then turned and only ten minutes had reached my alley. I went downstairs and she opened the window

“Hai, once again thanks yes, as per your suggestion I will disappear from tomorrow!”

“Heh!?” I gawked to myself

“Kok surprised? Did you support my plan? Yeah, maybe I'm going to Singapore or Italy, I happen to have a house there. I think I should really shy away from that woman, if there's anything in my box via email. Bye!”

“Heh?!” I'm gawking more, so that's what he's planning? which woman? I wanted to ask but was afraid that my friend was angry because he knew I had not heard the story. The car has been running again. Through the night, leaving me in solitude.

I pondered, shrugged, why does everyone want to disappear? But the next second I thought, who cares?