THE STONE THAT LOVES

Able to Be a Listener

"It's Mas' favorite song, Heaven that Bryan Adams sings" he explained, breaking the mood.

I didn't say anything back, because no one asked me what his favorite song was.

"But Mas could never cry when playing this song" he continued as if dissatisfied with my short answer.

"Whoa, how could Mas cry a stiff man so rich in hahaha stones" I replied honestly with laughter

But the instant I saw the glare of his sharp eyes scared me and regretted what I had said just now.

"Eeeh, not Mas joking, maybe because Mas did not have a painful experience when this song was first heard" I added with the reason that the stone did not misunderstand and berated me.

"What does Abeel know about painful experiences, but have you ever experienced them?" his tananya still with a flat tone.

"Emmmm, not really" I lied back.

"So that cry of pretending?" add with questions.

"Yes! I cry because I remember something painful"

"The part where there are people alone continues to pretend to cry, only people with multiple personalities can do it" I swear by starting to get upset

"So he said there wasn't" he said as if he was teasing me and thought I was lying.

I was silent, stuck with my own answer.

..."What has happened to face, there is no need to excessively lament as if in this life only you suffer"...

A single sentence capable of drugging me in the sensibility I had been hoping for all this time, sentences that seemed to be able to break the burden of thoughts and feelings that I stored myself without anyone else knowing how much time to describe.

Abi looked at me more deeply, I stared back at him just wanting to find the answer that this was the end of the secret that I had been silent about.

That night I recounted all the bitter experiences of my life from childhood and my burden that had been sleeping comfortably in my inner feelings. I was relieved to tell it, so I forgot that the first listener in front of me was the Stone I hated so much.

Everything just happened, my story, I complained, I spilled on her and she was able to be a good listener in her wise way in responding to what I was saying without cutting off the conversation.

Abi calmly listened to my story which was already like a sleeping fairy tale. Over and over again he gave me the enlightenment to live a stronger life to face a reality that might be more bitter than what I have experienced.

Even he knew that the neighbors often talk about me and I responded with a careless nature, maybe he never accidentally heard it.

I feel that the Hard Stone is starting to feel, although the way of speech is sometimes flat. We started talking about what we liked and didn't like. And it turns out that many of us have something in common, ranging from food, drinks, songs, colors, even it turns out that our birth date and month are the same.

From then on he started dropping me off and picking me up for school out of pity that I had to walk such a long distance. Every time he came home he always bought me our favorite ice cream and ate it together while sitting and talking about hobbies and thoughts.

Our conversation has always been centered more seriously on future plans, perhaps because Abi is quite mature. But this is what I like, I always learn from him about something from the experience he had also experienced.

..."Everyone has experienced falling so deeply whether it is because of loss or failure, all we have to do is find a way to get up and stay standing without lamenting for a long time what has happened. just prepare yourself to solve a problem that will certainly be present and is waiting in the future"....

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One night as usual Abi was busy with his laptop and I was busy completing schoolwork, suddenly his phone rang a few times, but Abi always ignored.

I also came out because my ears felt uncomfortable with Abi's cell phone sura which was very disturbing.

"Mas, can not be lifted first who knows important, I am not focused on learning" I said with a heavy tone

"This is Abeel who raises, let no more sounds, Mas is busy again".

Every night Abi is busy with the design of his drawings, it's natural because he works as an Architect, although he is working on helping his parents' home projects but he is still active with his work in the city so it can be done remotely.

Without a second thought, I just picked up the phone.

"Hallo, the guy's busy, so please don't bother me, hello, hellooooo". But there's no answer there.

"Surprisingly there is no answer" I said in surprise.

Abi was silent without a sound.

"It's just right that Abi ignored his phone that rang several times it turned out that it was only a prankster" I muttered in my heart and went to the room.

When I was in the room I was still thinking about the mysterious phone.

"So on Abi's phone clearly stated the name Resti, but why in the hallo hallo silent

"Aaaah, it's useless if my brain thinks about things that don't work"

I was thirsty and went out of the room to get some water, when I saw that Abi's living room was gone,

only his laptop is still on.

"Where did he go? always disappearing all of a sudden" I became horrified to think about it.

But there was a curiosity in me as if curious, I began to peek by flicking the shordeng of translucent glass windows into the courtyard of the house, from a distance dimly lit by night lights, I saw Abi talking on the phone in an annoyed and mean voice.

My curiosity began to grow, I decided to go out and eavesdrop on what Abi was talking about with such a close distance.

"You know, my time is very disturbed by you. If you still have self-esteem, try to learn to know yourself" Abi said through her phone that makes me surprised by her slightly rude tone.

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