Tone & Sound
#37 [Bab. a pair of orange shells]
[Recommendation Backsound fitting when reading this : Adikara Fardy feat Matter Mos - Happy Guy]
"Lea," Smiling.
"If Cleopatra used to mean the beautiful word Mark Anthony said to her as a dreadful word, maybe they would not enter the ten most romantic couples in the world, Lea." explained Sound.
Tone speechless. Not answering anything. Just seeing the sound. Stuck to his gaze.
Maybe the sound is right. Because not always the word beautiful or another word of love can be interpreted as a seduction. Perhaps, the word beautiful and the word love does come from the heart.
The sound came back smiling. He wears a helmet tone. Turn around, wear a helmet too, then lower the standard of the vespa.
"Come." call out.
Then they went up, sat on the sky blue. Tone and Sound ready to go.
On the other hand, Naira was still paying attention. Looking at two humans who may have begun to unite the universe. And began to be shown the destiny of his feelings.
Naira still holds the flower Phalaenopsis Amabilis in her hand. Smilingly. While looking at the blue sky began to move away.
Tone and Sound slowly left the courtyard of the house.
Their goal is the hospital. But, since yesterday Sound did not tell Nada why they went there. Who is sick or who is doing what? The tone doesn't know at all.
Because all he knew was the heartbeat and the strange feeling he was now always feeling. Something that makes Nada sometimes smile, sometimes also upset. Something is born, when it is with Sound.
And maybe, everyone in any part of the world, has ever felt that. Not just the tone. Yes, because, the strange feeling that sometimes is not requested by his presence, can be felt by anyone. Never voted. And don't want to be chosen. Present and born as it should be. Not because of the force.
Moreover, when talking about something that suddenly appeared. Bright as the sun has many secrets at the beginning of the morning. But sometimes it is also cold like a drizzle. Drifting. Falling without warning. A little sloppy, but that's the truth.
To the rightful owner of the entire universe, everything. This message is made for everyone. Thank ye. The feelings present are not free. Maybe sincere. Or it could be just nonsense. But the most important thing is the head. Thank you for being allowed to feel.
In the cold morning breeze that hit a few strands of her hair, Tone smiled thinly.
They arrive. But not in the hospital. But along the road filled with lots of flowers. Tidily arranged on the left-right side of the road.
The la-diamor. That's the name of this place. It was inscribed on one wooden board that was in front of many floral displays. I don't know what that means. But clearly, this place is crowded by florists and buyers.
Noticing around as the sky blue slowly reduced the speed, Tone was confused. He's never been here before. Because all he knows, the flower shop in Amstersam, yes, it's just Bloem.
The blue sky pulled over. Tone and Sound go down.
"She said she was going to the hospital, where did she come?"
"Buy flowers first."
"For what?"
Smiling sounds. Instead of answering Nada's question, he took off his helmet and stepped slowly toward the flower array not far from them.
"Nan.." call Nada confused. The one who saw Sound's shoulders slowly moved away from him.
