The Hurt

A Piece of Love in Music

The tones sounded increasingly swept this heart away. The melodies of longing hearts that are used in these lonely days increasingly make this frisky, like a professional. I don't know what makes life less meaningful. Ah that's my joke, it's been a long time this heart holds lonely. Not that no one wanted to be with me but it was too awkward for me to think about this, there was actually a beautiful angel that I kept imagining until now. Longing to be mixed thirsty in this heartless want to make love with the guy, Yes! He is a dream angel who is just my lure to get it. Oh, every ending tone produced by this organ makes a release of emotions that have been full for a long time, and contained at this time. The storm surge of the ocean of emotions continued to roll ferociously in every circle of this note. And yet I sing to the angel of the heart:

“Wahai misses me, Oh my hidden love.

Hear this desire of the heart.

This song is not just a song of the sound of the sound of mere waves.

Nor is it just an overflow of emotions, do not listen with the ears, just with the heart.

So would you be the penitent of this void of heart.

Since you are my heretic, accept my love.”

With a thick taste in the heart, this song makes this hope sprout in every verse of the song I sing. A bunch of chairs there just looked mute as if singing along. I close my eyes and then I sing the final verse of the song softly:

“Color you are my angel, accept my love this”

When I open my eyes again, oh my God! The girl I imagined was in one of the audience seats over there. (I stopped for a moment)

“Dinda since when are you there?”

“Sing me that melodious song, just ignore me”

I thought I was silent for a moment staring at him.

He smiled and returned my sweet gaze.

I looked up in shame. Then for a moment my fingers came back in awe. He just sat there, making me feel unsettled. For a moment the voice of this organ seemed to speak to me: “let's just say all your heart to him!” of course I just shook my head in rhythm with the rhythm of the music. Then again the voice of this organ said again to me, “is this not a good opportunity for you, let's just say” I'm back shaking my head.

The tone of this organ again advised me, but not in a subtle tone anymore he said, “basis coward! just tell him. Because this is also my last warning to you quickly reveal!” Slowly my fingers stopped, I looked at the man sitting there. I approached with a reddened face, a flower in my pocket, and my feet half-kneeled on the floor.

He looked very confused, I looked at his sparkling face, he just lifted half his forehead as if waiting for something from me. I sing back at the end of the song, “karna you are my angel, accept my love here” Then I give her a flower in my hand. Instantly a subtle touch of her hand touched my hand and took the flower in my hand. He thought a little, maybe did not understand what had just happened. Then a word came out of her beautiful lips.

“I understand what you are trying to show, I feel your heart too, but I cannot accept your love! because there is more important than love, which is my dream in this youth”

“Not! That's not what I want.. Ku.?”

my words stopped.I turned away from before him, my face turned moody, nervousness disappeared instantly, all that remained was a sense of disappointment and uncertain shame. I rushed to move, but I did not leave the theater, but returned to playing the organ. The silent pounding of my fingers only brought a song of disappointment, as if to reopen the solitude of this heart, and ready to return to the arms of the lonely goddess who continued to cradle up, to, I was swept away in a cry that came out by itself in these eyes, just adorning the cheeks.

This music feels more concentrated emotion hurt than loneliness. When my fingers stop! there was just a lot of applause. Ah maybe it was just the sound of the applause of the audience chairs. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the idol whose heart was still gloomy, with a speck of dew on his cheek. Why so many people? Oh of course it must be time for them to practice musical theater for the next few days. And of course my heart is also one of them.

“Jonathan you are great in music, and acting! Will you join us in our musical drama” Barar a moustached man who is their manager, who came towards me. I just smiled as I wiped away the tears, then went past the man, towards the idol of my heart, but I just kept passing the girl and got out of the place.

Leaving the gloomy looking heart there