The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 5 - Dreams

Tonight, I can't sleep. Disturbing thoughts of drowsiness, of Roman, of the fathers sitting on the porch, of my mother and my life. Who cannot sleep when he remembers the smile of a man, an admired man. But, can I say it all in front of him. It is not unusual for a woman to express love for men, in this day and age, all are free to do their own desires.

But the family is in this situation. Can Roman understand it, or vice versa? This is what keeps me closed to everyone, especially my friends at school. While the people around me sneered, and it would definitely be done by them if they found out.

I used to run into Roman at school. He was different, unlike the others, his gaze impressed mature. One day I met him at a crossroads. It seemed, he was waiting for the same city bus, heading to school. I could not help but hold back the heart, while Roman stared at me with the guitar in his hand.

Under these circumstances, it is certainly an opportunity for a woman who admires men with a spread of charm. But what should it be like? I can't do it myself, I'm not a modern woman, a woman who used to snare men.

“Neither go far, I don't bite!” said.

I was shocked to hear his words. However, I'm still pecking at this sidewalk. Roman realized that I was stiff in front of him. He came closer, and my heart was beating faster.

“You can take the bus for free?”

I'm even dumbass.

“You can take the bus for free?”

“Eh? Meaning?”

Roman pulled my hand, then he jumped into the city bus that was walking slowly. I was still behind, but my hand was still held by him so inevitably I also jumped into the bus. In my shadow, this bus is still empty, but wrong, in this city bus is already crowded with passengers. Roman broke through the passenger who was standing, and my hand was pulled.

Arriving in the middle of the city bus, he made a speech.

“Sorry to the passengers has been disturbed by our presence, the street buskers. We just need a dime to eat everyday and continue school.”

I'm still dumbass.

“One song, from our street children, may be able to entertain the Fathers and Mothers, Om, Aunts and Sisters.”

Roman plays his guitar, and then he sings. His voice is melodious, suitable to be a singer, but why should you? Does he do all this often? Passengers who feel bored on the city bus, feel the momentary entertainment of Roman, or vice versa, he is disturbed by the noise of the guitar and Roman sound. I just silently stared. There was a sense of shame, but nothing to do, just enjoying the Roman sound and the heat inside the city bus.

It seemed, Roman did not care about the atmosphere inside the city bus. The shouts of the conductor and the rest of the passengers, added energy for him to continue singing. His voice controlled the city bus, and I stared more and more anxiously, worried that someone would stop Roman's actions.

However, everything seems fine. Yes, busking in the city is not a foreign thing, almost everyone has done it, those who live on the streets must be busking used as a solution to find money and survive. And for me, it was the first experience.

Without notice, one song had finished being sung. Then Roman closed with words that made me even more confused.

“That's a song from us, street buskers. May Father, Mother, Om, Aunt, Brother be entertained. It is not the tens of thousands we want, but it is your appreciation that we hope, with the price, or thousands.”

Then he took off the hat he was wearing, and gave it to me. I'm still confused what to do? Roman insisted, he kept thrusting the hat until I gave up. I took the hat, then went around from front to back to ask for money. And, what surprised me most was that Roman's hat was full of money from the passengers, then a few meters from the stop, we got off.

Roman was sitting under the tree of the road, I was still standing next to him. Just by crossing the street and entering the alley a few meters away, we would arrive at the school. The nearest school from our slum.

“Sit's sitting! Don't kayak security guard stand up.”

I looked into his eyes.

“Sini!”

I'm still standing. Roman immediately pulled my hand, and sat me down beside him.

“This is your part!” Roman gave some money.

I looked at his hand, then saw the contents of the hat that still had some money.

“Why are you busking?” my many.

“You? It was so strange to say it!”

“I'm not used to using slang.”

“Okay, I don't care. It accept!”

“You haven't answered my question?”

Roman was silent, then his hand that was thrusting money fell on his thigh, he took a deep breath, staring at the alley leading to the school building.

“What is a person born to a poor family, can not have dreams?”

I was surprised to hear his words.

“You mean?”

“Try to observe our school building. I want to collapse, but this is a big city, and the students are mostly from poor families. Just like me, so busking is an attempt to achieve dreams.”

“What dreams do you have?”

“Become a singer. As on TV, a busker can become a top artist, just by auditioning.”

From Roman's eyes, I saw a radiating light, a hope that not everyone might have.

“Your voice is good.”

Roman glanced at me.

“Since when do you like to lie?”

“I'm serious, earlier you sang it full of appreciation.”

Roman tried to cover up his excitement, it seemed like he was still holding back from being lulled by my words.

“No dream?”

My heart stopped hearing Roman's questions. I have never been able to think about the continuation of my life, even I myself have no ideals at all, instead I feel this life is empty.

“Kok onem?”

“Ak..

Roman laughed out loud at my words, while I was astonished at his behavior, why laugh? Is a teenager like me not having a dream a funny thing? The more strange I feel about this one guy.

“Lo it's supposed to be smarter than me. Home girls have no dreams!”

I wanted to express all my inner suffering to Roman at this moment, but he was nothing, and I felt, I was nobody to him either. I just gulped, and looked down.

“The person should have an obsession, don't just be quiet. Can rot, and if rot is definitely thrown away!”

These ears are reddened, hot and itchy to Roman speech. How could a poor student, a busker, say that? Where does Roman hang out? All I know is, my friends at school are all assholes, perverted brains and drunks. Likewise with the women, all associate with people who are not sane, smoking, and. I can not say if they are no longer virgins, because it can cause slander.

“Lo is okay?”

I looked around, Roman was still looking at me. This time, his gaze was like that of a big brother, he was indeed an extraordinary person. It is not wrong that I chose him as a man I admire, because this conscience can never be lied to when I look at him. His face exuded a spirit, in contrast to the other teenagers in school, who could only laugh and tease.

“I only..”

“Let's go in, later late!”

Roman pulled my hand, then ran across the street. I followed him running, from this event, I found a dream. Yes, a hope, and that hope is that I rediscover my past, who is my father?

The wall clock ticks, eyes slowly dim, I am now entering into the real dream world, sleeping on the bed, alone without knowing what mother is out there with men.