Tone & Sound
#34 [Bab. a pair of orange shells]
[Recommendations Backsound fitting while reading this: Nadin Amizah feat Company Idol Teen - Cheers Sorai]
Tone lying on the bed. Stretched out a body, looked at the book of five friends, then smiled again. His eyes were only on the book. Slowly, trying to repeat the simple moment with Sound.
Meanwhile, the rain was sounding increasingly heavy. The wind was blowing outside. Carrying the leaves hovering, going where they should be.
Right in front of the table that became the gray bookcase, the rainwater show that fell down was like dancing and singing from behind a window pane. It fills someone's feelings. Release the longing and apply the softest adhesive liquid to a broken heart.
It is true, Nada greatly admired Cikal. I also admire Banda. But, when he saw Cikal playing an organ or when he saw Banda performing with a trombone, Nada did not feel the unusual heartbeat at all. Unlike when he was with Sound, whose knowledge only irritated and the strangest man in the world. However, Nada felt that heartbeat and a strange feeling while along with the Sound.
For Cikal and Banda, maybe Nada's feeling is just awe. Nothing more. And as for the sound, no one knows. Clearly, this rain princess was just smiling. Before finally getting out of bed, step slowly towards the table in front of him.
Leaving his smile in the bottom of his heart at the corner, after arriving, staring at the picture of the spruce tree that was stuck to the wall, Nada sat on a chair.
Nada placed the book of five friends on his right. Right next to the Sunflower Vase and the blank white paper. Then he picked up one of the pens and a gray book.
Looking ahead for a moment, he noticed the rain and something he might be thinking about. After that Nada again looked at the gray book, then opened the first page sheet.
Smiling tone. Then move on to the next page. Passing a part of himself in the past. Sheet by sheet is left out. Many sentences have been left on those sheets. And now, Nada arrived at a blank page with a marker that made the page a new sheet. Paper that may soon be filled with new sentences. Beautiful pen line, according to the image of a person's feelings.
Tone sighs. Pay attention to the rain behind the glass, then point the pen towards the blank white paper. Ask for feelings on a new page.
After finishing the last sentence, Nada looked at the glass. Looking at the drop by drop of slowly flowing rainwater. Completely ask the contents of the heart into a white paper that will be a witness. The gray book is closed. Tone leaning on the bench.
Since coming home, Nada always smiled and always thought about the new feelings she began to feel. About the man in it. But, while writing just now, he did not realize that he had mentioned his longing for both parents. Mr. Karso and Ms. Ann.
Supposedly, now Nada still felt the same feeling as before. Comfort created out of nowhere. A feeling he had never felt at all. But the feeling sank. Not without reason. Unless something is broken.
Is correct. That comfort, hit by bitter memories of the past about the family. Tone, unintentionally rotating all the parting performances. He accidentally re-entered himself into it all. Nada, back in the same abyss.
The end of the afternoon that had been flowering, now required to be a desert loss. And the rain that had brought the scents of love, was now forced to be the beginning of the birth of tears. Tone, again immersed in the shadows of a gray night and all the memories of bad memories.
