Silhouetted
2.2 In a City That Never Was
THEY: THEY:
Raya stepped up and passed a cafe that was marinated. He paused for a moment, there was music playing from within. From the corner he stood, he could see a row of shiny chairs. Round tables with brown tablecloths, four chairs, tea pot, glass that is covered, napkins, sugar mats, and candles are also extinguished.
Some couples stared. Some were staring at the stage, some were staring at food, some were staring at each other. They stared in the dim. And from the stage that seemed some distance away there were beautiful voices, the sound of violins.
Raya squinted, there were four players there, sitting in rows in black suits, playing notes that filled each other. Their eyes closed, heads nodding, while the stage background was only flowers and a golden curtain. It's exquisite.
It felt like someone was looking at all of that. So Raya stepped in and found herself in a deep membrane for quite a long time. The sound of the violin became clearer. Light-weight. Relaxed. Cleavage. Radiance. Biases. Sepoy. Slow. Waves. Ah, is there a word to describe it?
The choice of a table, a possible corner on the stage without attracting attention. Raya did not want the waiter to come quickly even though she was sure there was enough money in her pocket.
Looking at the sound coming from the stage, the song has changed. The four play Come Prima by Paolo Taccani. Raya smiled, she had long wanted to memorize the notes but it was difficult to do except when playing it. Unknowingly his finger tapped and swiped the tablecloth, enjoying the cradle of the strings.
“Like yes?” there's a question next door.
He looked and found that look. Smiling, round face, black twinkle eyes. Pellucid. Bumpy hair braided one. Thick and bright in the middle of the room. With white short-handed shirt and jeans. His hand held the tea pot.
Raya nodded lightly, she thought fun there was also a friendly servant like this. Yes, Raya knows many servants who are only interested in asking for orders, taking notes and calculating bills. Rarely say hello like this.
“Yes, the quartet is good, nemu where?”
The figure was chuckled “StISI children, indeed every Tuesday they play here.”
“Keren!” puji Raya sincerely
“Eh, what message do you want?”
He finally returned to being a servant! Thinking Raya, he looked at the menu list. “Copy of milk only.”
“Ngg... the food?” said the figure while taking notes
“Croissant deh, which is cheese..Is it?”.
The figure nodded cheerfully, “Sip, no kok.. wait a minute ya.”.
Raya raked and re-focused on the stage. Mustering and back swiping fingers on the sheets follow the rhythm. Before long the order came along with the play of the song Jalousie by Jacob Gade.
“Please!”
Kingdom smile “Thanks yes!”
“You're okay sitting watching like this?” Raya asked astonished
"No, you yourself mind me sitting here?” the figure asked lightly
“Not really..”.
“Oh yes, know my name Anjeli.” He held hands
“Raya...” Welcome short, he never used to talk a lot with women, let alone the new ones he knew. While his entire senses were more focused on the stage. Four of them are still sitting there. Now I enjoy the applause.
Of course those who clap are tasteful, Raya is quite salutary because most of those who are present here young couples. Few couples love classical songs.
“Yang has this cafe is brave too.” Raya muttered
“Why?” Anjeli leaned his body
“He can combine two different sides, young man and classical music, is every day his music like this?”
“Neither, only every Tuesday and Wednesday there are violin quartets, Sunday and Monday Jazz music, Thursday to Saturday acoustic band.”
Kingdom nodding “Keren too.”
Anjeli smiled “Well, at least until now there have never been any visitors who complain, those who come are also quite enthusiastic.”
“Indeed it should be, right? Good music should fit in the ear, and a good person will definitely be enthusiastic on the music.”
Anjeli laughs “That's who's sentence?”
“That's my own writing! Good no?”
“Apaan anyway! The sentence is weird..”.
They unconsciously laughed together. How wonderful a meeting is. Encounters. Encounters. Sometimes a meeting presents a destiny and a miracle of its own. Maybe that's why we're not told who we'll meet tomorrow, or who we'll meet in five minutes. Maybe that's so that the miracle can always come.
“Come dong, order eaten..”.
“Oh yes..thanks!”
