THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Traces of the past 1

I still hear his request. Definitely what he meant was the works of famous maestros like Mozart and Bethoven. Yes, that's for sure.

Noura is not familiar with the works of Aakash Gandhi. Even though he said that Aakash Gandhi's music was very good and made him drift away.

I can play Aakash Gandhi's music on the piano. In college, I studied it. As for the works of maestros such as Mozart, Bethoven, Strauss II, Johann Sebastian Bach or Claude Debussy, I lack mastery. It's too hard for me.

Noura listened to the classical music with great emotion. Expressions change. Sometimes he smiles with joy, sometimes he pulls the corners of his lips and looks teary.

"Cry, if it can take away the tightness in your heart. But remember, never hate destiny. I'm sure you're a strong woman. What happens in our lives is already outlined in its destiny. I'm sure one day, God will bring you back to your family, again,"

"Prepare what is in your heart. I will not sleep tonight. I want to listen to all your stories again" I said, wiping away her tears.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry yes, if later when I start busy teaching, my time for you will be reduced. Don't be angry!" my door with spoiled.

"But I promise when I'm free, I'll take my time for you."

"Just calm down, I won't be angry. I'm so grateful to you. You've been with me, through a long, long loneliness. Decades ago, I walked alone, like through a dark hallway without light. Just befriending such gripping sadness and loneliness."

"You never leave this house?" my many.

Noura.

"When I died, my body was buried in a Kerkhof (burial) belonging to Dr. Hans. Apart from being a doctor, he has social foundations such as orphanages and free health halls. He also built a special cemetery for Dutch citizens and their descendants who are here."

"Where is your tomb located?" my many.

" On the road of Cambodia. It is located in the back corner, near the Beringin tree. The tomb of another Dutchman. It's the only Dutch tomb left. There used to be some Dutch burial complexes here, but many have been evicted" Noura explained.

"Eitherway. It seems he has not found any trace of them. I don't know where Johans Alois took them? were they killed too? Johans Alois was notorious for being cruel. I swear I'll avenge you at any time."

"But you don't know where he is, do you? after he kidnapped all your family?" I asked very carefully. Especially when I saw Noura's facial expression become cold and stiff.

"There's a power that keeps me from coming to her. The magical power that is in his house, in his office and also that he always carries everywhere. It was like there was a light I couldn't see. You know, I'd really like to know where my family is. And only he knows," Noura sighed.

"Once I go to Papa's plantation in Tjibinung (Cibinong), hoping I can find them. On that rubber plantation I used to spend my time helping papa. It's the only plantation left over from Opa. In addition to taking care of the plantation, my papa also worked in one of the large plantations in Batavia continued the position of Opa as the head of administration."

"And now is there still that plantation?" my many.

"Of course there isn't. It has long been evicted, approximately fifteen years since this country became independent. Now it's a settlement, a road or something."

"Yes, yeah. It must have been all gone, replaced by physical development. It must be very interesting yes, traces of past life that currently does not exist. Like this house. This house building is not evicted like some other houses around here? only a few times underwent the renovation process, the shape is very artistic in harmony with the beauty of the owner," again I teased him with a dreadful sentence.

Noura started to blush. The stiff expression full of resentment and sadness on his face began to be replaced with an expanding smile.

"Ah, you always tease me. Yes, this house has undergone several renovation processes. I lived here for decades. Exactly ten years later after the heartbreaking tragedy, this house was taken over by the Dutch government and served as the headquarters of the KNIL."

"KNIL?" I scrunched my forehead. I've heard the term in the subject of history, but honestly I forgot. Yes this is how it happens if you often sleep during history lessons. Plus I am lazy to read books.

Seriate.

Sorry just had the update again because again constrained by busyness, plus the author had difficulty developing the storyline. Thank you for taking the time to read, please like, and vote yes Guys! Healthy greetings always!