Tone & Sound
#01 azaleas
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...[.This post will be deleted here. REVISION IS STILL IN THE PROCESS OF PUBLISHING. But if you still want to read the complete, it is in the application K W I K K U. Thanks]...
It rained very hard that day. Lightning was heard several times. The gloomy night sky enveloped every part of Jakarta. No exception to any part. The windows of the house look dewy. The wind was blowing very hard. Fly fallen leaves, fall, to distant places. A tough day. Very heavy. Even on that day, something even heavier happened.
"Why are you doing all that, Mom, why?!" Miss Ann exclaimed in annoyance. Step hurriedly. His face was anxious, tears kept coming down his cheeks.
"Shut up!" Mr. Karso shouted. Stepping in a hurry too. He's headed for the living room. Miss Ann followed him from behind.
"You want to leave me with the kids, Mom? Where are you going, where are you going?" Ms. Ann shook Mr. Karso's hand. But Mr. Karso did not care at all.
"Mas!" Ms. Ann's voice grew louder when she saw Mr. Karso stepping out of the house. Carry bag.
Meanwhile, at the same time, from behind the walls of Bara and Tone little witnessed everything. They even saw Ms. Ann slumped on the floor when Mr. Karso actually left the house. Ms. Ann cried sobbing, helpless to see Mr. Karso's back missing from her eyes. But Bara and little Tone understood nothing. They don't even know what really happened. Why did Mr. Karso leave, or why did Ms. Ann cry so hard. Their faces are confused. Plus the tears of Bu Ann who kept coming out as the rain fell more and more outside. Thunder still grabbed a few times. Sounded aloud. It was a very hard day.
Although it will still pass, but that day is the most annoying day in Nada's life. A night he will never forget. Even though it was left behind, it passed very quickly. It has been a thousand hours since that incident. Tone opened his eyes. He came to his senses after briefly remembering the events of twenty years ago.
The beautiful chanting of two instruments is like dancing on stage. Created a beautiful and flirtatious sound too, creeping up to the smallest parts of the building that is no less luxurious as well. Tone lentic fingers play Organ musical instruments very eloquently, look beautiful with edelweiss colored dress. Sitting on the Bench, Tone like fused with all the touch he touched. The rhythms he created go hand in hand with the violin friction that sounds heartbreaking. Tone lowered for a moment, then looked ahead. Empty glare. Eyes glazed.
On stage, Nada and the French Violinist had ten minutes duet playing a lot of beautiful instruments from earlier. The one-two notes they created managed to stab a sharp heart. Cradled. But not only are they there. Indeed, the only ones on stage were Nada and the violinist. But right in front of them, a man wearing a neat black suit and a hat adorning his head sat in the front row of the spectator bench. Alone. Him, Cikal.
"Vous test tellement impossible, Nada!" praise the violinists after their show is over. Clapping, smiling at Tone.
"Merci, Mr. Van." Smiling tone too.
"Ivan's right. That was amazing, Nad." Cikal stood up from his stool, clapped his hands and smiled. Tone saw it. He looked down embarrassed for a while and smiled also at Cikal who now seemed to step up onto the stage. Tone heaved a sigh of relief repeatedly.
"It seems like you're better than me now." Cikal pressed his shoulders. Smiling tone embarrassed.
"I'm proud of your hard work so far. Everything you've done is completely beyond my expectations, Nad." Cikal still continued to praise Nada. Until finally the sentence Cikal stopped. From the pocket of his suit came the sound of a cell phone ringing. One call in.
"Yes? Oh yes, with me." Cikal was chatting with someone there.
"Well," Cikal looked at Nada again with a smile, "Today you should rest. I say go first. There's some sudden business. Or I'll take you first, just--"
"Eh no, Mas. I just go home by myself. I'm going to buy something first." Tone cuts that goodwill. Cikal nodded in understanding.
"I go first, Nad."
Tone nodded slowly, "Yes, Mas."
"A la prochaine, Van." Cikal waved to Mr. The van was cleaning things. Shortly after that, Cikal left.
The tone stood up immediately. Moving out of the organ bench, tidying up a few piles of paper, putting it in his abstract-patterned white tootbag, then accidentally looking at the glass window. "It's so beautiful." Her thought. Today, Paris is beginning to spring again. The fallen leaves fell, scattered everywhere. There are also those who fly carried by the wind, or get caught in small branches. Tone correct. It's exquisite. He smiled again. Happy face. Moreover, because Cikal had praised him. The tone managed to play the organ very well. Today the training is over.
Tone still watching the window. Look at those fallen leaves. It doesn't feel like three years. Three times spring. Nada Orange Salamah. That's his full name. Girls who are very young love music. Whether it's jazz, classical, or any kind of music. Maybe that's why Nada can be in this place right now. In the Paris luxury building where the world's great musicians perform. New Hall's. But it doesn't seem as easy as what you might imagine. Because to get to this luxury Paris building, Nada had to go through many things first in his life.
Born to a family who love music, since childhood Nada taught that his life will always be side by side with music. That's what makes Nada finally slowly fall in love with music. Surf in it. Fused into a unified unit. Until finally, at his peak a few years ago when he had just graduated high school, and trying to enter the selection entrance to the music high school in Paris, Nada was accepted. He passed the selection. Three years ago, it all started.
That moment was a happy moment for him. One point where he could finally climb the bridge that would lead him to childhood dreams. Because in addition to love with music, since childhood Nada also has a lot of dreams. Like, want to perform and be seen by millions, open your own music store, or become a musician known to the world. Therefore, three years ago Nada thought everything would start from here. At first he doubted. There are a lot of things to consider. Like, who's gonna take care of Mama.
After receiving the news that he graduated and entered the top ten, the first thing Nada thought was not happy. It's not about how he will be in Paris. But, the first thing was how about his departure later. About having to leave the person he loved so much in his life. Ms. Ann.
Tone was worried at the time. He faced two difficult choices. Nada is in love with music and is happy when she leaves for Paris to start all her dreams. There will be a greater love than that. Love too big to explain. Moreover, at that time the conditions were very unlikely.
Ms. Ann has GDM disease, commonly referred to as major depression. A mental health disorder characterized by a constantly depressed mood or loss of interest in activities, causing a significant decrease in the quality of daily life. In short, Ms. Ann's condition is not okay with her acute depression. Not even just that. Ms. Ann also had a stroke in which half her body was paralyzed and left her unable to walk. Nada still remembers, five doctors have sentenced Mama was paralyzed for life.
Nada can't do anything. From then on, Nada takes care of Mama every day in the hope that someday there will be a miracle where Mama can recover. Every day there will be tears and tears. The tone of powerless to hold back the cry when he saw his mother was still pensive, even to recognize the face of Nada, Ms. Ann was no longer able.
And because of that, three years ago Nada hesitated to go to Paris. Leaving the person he loved so much for a time that may not be a moment, certainly not easy for Nada. But in the last seconds, in the end he still left.
His face turned away from the window. He stopped his daydream. I don't know why his expression changed. I don't know why that smile disappeared in an instant. Memories of it, why they appear again. Tone resuscitated himself and started to slowly leave the stage.
