Tone & Sound
#49 [Bab. the sun was sinking, nan]
[Recommendations Backsound fitting when reading this : Regan O'leary - Darfur]
The shoulder of a woman who left with a bar of chocolate in her hand, slowly disappeared from the sight of Sound. The woman who might be feeling happy because it turns out, Sound followed her here.
But, even though the happiness was in Nada, still in her heart still stored feelings of doubt, worry, and other bad feelings about her return. And about how he finally met his real mother again. Ms. Ann. Which since a year ago was left far behind by him.
And Jakarta, this city does hold a lot of memory. Something that sometimes makes people weak. Helpless. Sometimes it forces people to lie. Rela said fine, even though it was a mess. Crumbed. It's not easy indeed.
And for the word home, anyone would expect that word would be something beautiful. Back to being happy again. Or as a reason for a meeting to be avenged. All humans will indeed hope like that if they are faced with the word home. But not for the tone. His return is in no way a reason for any happiness.
Because Jakarta, may have already created a memory of bad memories that until anytime will always be remembered by him. Which until any time will always be the reason why the tears fall.
For him, Jakarta might be like a maze of despair. Let's just say Nada managed to find a way out a year ago. On the doorstep. But being forced to turn around, stepping back into the labyrinth again because something was not finished. Or maybe there is something left behind. But obviously, whatever it is, it must be resolved immediately.
"Sorry, Ma'am. I'm late" said someone who got out of the car.
"Pak Tono is never on time." Jeje joked.
"Ready, Ma'am." replied Mr. Tono.
Sky overcast. It might rain soon. In the airport parking area, one car that picked up Nada and the other had already arrived. Una was sitting in the car. While Jeje, Naira, and Pak Tono seemed to put things into the car. But on the other hand, Nada was still standing and was looking around for something. His eyes turned to look to the right and left. Watch around. He also saw several times the phone he held and the chocolate in the other hand.
Aye, right. Tone, seeking Sound. The man disappeared. Iganla. But ever since I last met inside the airport a moment ago, now Nada has not seen Sound at all anymore. Where is that guy?
Nan, you are indeed strange. Say Tone in the heart.
"Nad, come on." Naira approached Nada after she finished putting the goods into the car.
The tone stopped his attention around. He saw Naira. Nodding slowly. Then step into the car that a few moments after that leave the airport parking area. Take one of your lives back home.
Go home to a place that was abandoned a year ago, and try to be forgotten. Yes, that's how life is. Everything is going as it should. We are forced to understand and live without ever knowing the reason. But obviously, everything that happened was supposed to happen. Even though on some occasions, something that happened was never expected before.
Yes, because the universe has its own way. And man, not assigned to second-guess the course of his life. The beauty of the boat that oscillates in the vast ocean, in addition to just living, to live, sometimes humans do have to resign themselves. Believe me, if everything that happens does have a good reason each.
