Tone & Sound
#13 Monster
Tone turned his face for a moment. I don't know why he looks a little clumsy. Perhaps still surprised because the sound was suddenly on the doorstep of his house. Or he still doesn't know what to do. Moreover, now the Sound was staring at him flatly. Mysteriously. But Nada kept trying to be calm. Even though he was still silent. Sometimes staring at the sound. Thinking of some plausible possibilities about the reason for the sudden noise being in his house. Including about one black plastic held by him.
But it didn't last long. Sound went into the house. More precisely forcing in. The tone was immediately confused. I have to go to the spring festival now. Because it had promised to catch up with the three centil fairies. But Nada had no choice. He may refuse and not allow Sound to enter. Sound went straight in. Tone followed him from behind. Looking at the shoulders of the Sound who stepped slowly into the living room. Sounds seem to be looking around. Look at everything in the living room. Photos are displayed on the wall, items on the table, until the piano is on the left of the living room.
It was sitting on the piano bench. Tone watched him from behind. He was so shocked. Even silent again. The sound plays a bit of the classical rhythm belonging to one of the world's famous composers, Chopin. The Nocturne Op 9 No 2. His hands eloquently touched the touch-touch piano. The rhythms sounded very beautiful, piercing the heart even for a moment. Although after that Nada was a little confused when Beep managed to finish it. But not because of the sound that knows the great work of one of the world's famous composers. Tone knows that. Yeah, who doesn't know Chopin's great work. But it's not that. Except for the sound of playing the piano. Though Bu Ni once told him that Sound does not like music too much.
"I'm a little surprised. Justjust wonderful. Though I know from Bu Ni, Mas does not really like music. But from what I saw just now, maybe Bu Ni could have been wrong." Tone says slowly. Small smile. The sound then turned. Turn body.
"Sometimes reality and truth are inversely proportional to the stories we have heard. But I'm not surprised that other people know so much about me. Because Mama must have always shared it with a lot of people." Sound raises the shoulders.
"And try to call me without calling me Mas. Because it's a little bit of a distraction to my hearing. Just enough of Nan." The sound of folding legs, "Mrs Tone."
Nada nods.
"In addition to knowing about you who may not like music or it could be the other way around, who also deliberately damaged the paintings in the museum, I also know that Nan is your little call. Then I also want to be called Nada. Not with the mistress or any prefix word." The tone raised one of his eyebrows. The sound of turning away the face.
"certain." The sound agreed. He stood up and stepped closer to Nada.
"Why?" Tone asked curiously. Sound looked at.
"No. Just looks casual. Put a little emphasis on the shoes and add to its aesthetic value. Although a little excessive. Yet fascinating. Rarely does anyone have such taste. Like the artist who invented his cilpasastra." The sound nodded slowly. Tone was silent for a moment. Stela at her clothes. Instantly awkward.
Tone did not answer.
"I think my guess is right. That's how to justify a possibility by asking directly." The sound of a smile pede.
"But I love the layout of the stuff in this room. Place the piano position and put some items on the table. Your taste is good." Sound stepped around him. Look around the living room again. Tone noticed.
"Sorry to interrupt your spring festival night. Mama called me. He told me to deliver it for you." The sound pointed towards the piano. Pick up a few items from the table one by one.
Tone glanced towards the piano. There is black plastic there. Plastic carried by Sound. It was from Bu Ni. About what it is. Nada tried to guess for a while before finally stepping there. Towards the piano. Take the black plastic and open it and look at the contents. The tone grabbed something that was inside the plastic. Five flower stalks tied with white ribbons. Looks fresh and very pretty. Nada. He knows the flower. The flowers that Bu Ni had promised would be given to her a year ago. The flower they bought two years ago from the last hill plantation in the south of France. Name's Monstera.
"I don't know why people love flowers so much. But it's not important. Because the most important thing is that I can go home now." Sound stepped towards the tone.
Tone saw.
"Thank you for bothering me, spring girl." Sound stared at Nada for a moment then stepped away. But before actually getting to the front door, he turned around. Look at Nada once more.
"One more. I and Bara talked a little bit about you. No. gabe. I'm not the one who started it first. But Bara. She told me a little about little Lea and her dreams. Consider us breakeven. Tone knows about Sound, and vice versa." Laughing quietly. Pay respect by lowering your head. Waving hands. Step away after that.
Tone speechless. Look at the shoulder of the Sound that disappeared from the door.
