Tone & Sound
#28 [Chapter blue sky and five friends]
Meanwhile, in the middle of the cemetery that had seemed crowded, it was now increasingly quiet. One by one the mourners left the tomb and the body in the ground. There's nothing left there. Grief is brought home by each of the mourners. Whether it's friends, relatives, or family from an abandoned body.
If anyone still looks settled, maybe it is tears and a beautiful sprinkling of tulips. The footprints began to fall off.
"My ear goes home." said Nada ketus. Glancing Sound.
However, the one who glanced at him smiled instead. The sound did not heed the call of ketus at all. The sound of releasing the right arm grip on his painful left arm. And now even close his gaze to Nada. A smile of Sound, clearly seen hanging on both eyes of Tone.
"Sound.take me home,"
The sound shook slowly. "No..."
"Gue wants to go home, Beep. So my job is done." Tone staring Sharp sound. "My ear goes home.. Now!"
Although Nada may have been very upset, but still Sound still maintains his smile and gaze on Nada.
"Don't want to." The sound refused a second time.
Tone exhaled his annoyance.
"Gue confused deh... Mira used to crave what the hell fit pregnant again?!"
Sound raises the shoulders. "I don't know,"
"Maybe a pink marmot. Or... New Zealand rabbit boy? That's why I can be as funny and as cute as this." he added.
That explanation, it definitely made Nada even more annoyed at Sounds. Seeing from the look on the face of the classic Jazz woman who is now really irritated, Nada even released the earphones that since they arrived earlier still remain in her left ear. Tone removed the earphone, then threw it to the ground.
Seeing the Sound of a few seconds, hanging the annoyance on his face, Tone tidied the black tootbag he was wearing, then stepped away leaving Sound.
Seeing the tone go away, Sound immediately put on a jacket, put on a helmet, removed the earphones from the ears, put them in the pants pocket, then sat on the vespa. The sound also appears to be holding a helmet with a tone. Then, he pushed the sky blue vespa, chasing after Nada's footsteps.
"Lea.." call out the Sound once more. Push and bring the vespa closer to be next to Nada.
Yet the summoned one remained indifferent and still continued to set footprints. Not looking at the sound at all.
For Nada, talking to Sound will indeed be the same, because Nada will still lose on various occasions. Sound can always give arguments, break Nada sentences, and always win in debates. But, if you look at what is going on right now, it looks like the one who won is Nada. Because, yeah, just look. The sound eventually relented and had to take pains to catch up to Nada's footsteps by slowly pushing the sky blue vespa.
But on the sidelines of that pursuit, it suddenly drizzled down. Gently shower the entire cemetery. Falling drop by drop on Nada's face, instantly stopping her foot's pace. And at the moment the pace of those footsteps came to a halt, the sky blue vespa also stopped. The sound is now aligned right next to the tone. Even as if he looks smiling.
"Now, you want to come with me or stay on the road while raining?" ask Sound. Look at the tone, then look around.
The tone that had been reluctant even to just turn his head, now had no choice but to look at Sound. Then pay attention around too.
"Usually, in the grave if it rains like this there-"
"Yes, yes!"
Tone stops the phrase Sound.
It seems like the guess was wrong. It turns out that the winner is not Nada. Things turn around very quickly. The winner still sounded. Nada absolutely could not refuse to go with him.
The sound of a small laugh saw the face of the beautiful woman whose body was drizzled was defeated. The sound gave the helmet he was holding to Nada. Then Nada put it on, and immediately went up to sit on the bench behind the vespa.
God, why are you taking her side?
Drizzle started tight, the funeral was soaking wet. The sound of turning on the vespa, then left the Zorgvelied Cemetery area. The sky blue one, left the grave alone and continued his journey through the fallen specks.
