Tone & Sound
#39 [Bab. a pair of orange shells]
[Recommendation Backsound fitting while reading this : Nadin Amizah - respect to the wind]
Even from flowers we can learn many things. Yes, life is like that. We as human beings have much to learn from all things in order to be able to live and accept everything that is to come.
Whether it's good or bad, just go for it. Because what many people say is about how to always be strong. And if that power does not come from yourself, then who would want to hope for it?
Half-time eight in the morning Amsterdam time. The blue sky arrived. Tone and Sound arrived at the hospital. Sky blue, then enter and join some vehicles that look neatly parked.
BovenlJ Ziekenhuis's. That's the name of the hospital. It is so beautiful when viewed. Where around there are several Angsana and Imperata Cylindrica trees scattered in the left-right.
Tone down from vespa. Still holding the small box, then looking around.
Some people take turns in and out of the hospital. Some were seen hugging each other. But some also walk alone.
"Come, Lea..." The sound of removing the helmet. Slowly step into the hospital.
Nada. Let go of the helmet, then step inside following the Sound.
Their steps are sure. Passing through the hallway and several nurses as well as one-two patients who looked out of sight. However, the most striking one was a patient who was driven in a wheelchair.
Tone slowed his pace. Look at the patient for a moment.
He sits in a wheelchair, without moving. Probably, a paralysis sufferer. But, why did he seem to have no spirit of life? Really am. It seems, he really suffered a lot. The nurse pushed the wheelchair, past Nada.
"Lea.." Call for Sound. He saw Nada's steps come to a halt as Nada was still paying attention to that attention-grabbing patient.
Tone turned his gaze away from the patient, then saw Sound.
"Come on." said Sound again.
Tone nodded slowly.
Tone and Sound continued their footsteps.
If you look around, many empty rooms are lifeless. Not because there was no one in it but passion and hope.
From behind the glass, many patients lay weak. Close their eyes. Some people who are waiting for them, whether family or relatives are the same face. Concerned and probably hoping that the closed eyes will open.
If only it could be interpreted as the simplest sentence, it might be pronounced like this. Apparently, there are still many people who suffer more.
Tone of remembering something. In the past, long before the departure of Mr. Karso, Nada was often invited by his father to visit several hospitals. Because in addition to being proficient as a music player, Mr. Karso is also good at helping many people.
At that time Nada was a child. Not understanding that helping people can have a huge impact. And it turns out that, after helping himself, the next task of man is to help others. Because from there, humans can learn how to be a good human being. And from there, Mr. Karso taught Nada that in this world, it turns out that pain is not owned by one human only. Except all humans.
Tone realized. Leaving those memories. He looked back at the sound that had now stopped his footsteps.
