Tone & Sound
#57 [Bab. The sun was sinking, nan]
...And how is Amsterdam?...
All the things about Jazz, the good guys, and the city of healing feeling, are left behind already. Perhaps it will be forgotten and kept secret in the heart. It may not be a home anymore. Because with the return of Nada to Jakarta, Amsterdam may be slowly forgotten. And what is stored is none other than just his memories. There is no better word for him than this. Amsterdam, thank you.
But this is not really about Jakarta or Amsterdam. Because it's just about the house. Something that can take a scratch off someone's heart. A place that can heal the wound for a while. Stifle. Calm things for a moment.
Since deciding to go to Amsterdam a year ago, in addition to wanting to learn Jazz, run away from problems, trying to find the existence of Mr. Karso, Amsterdam is also a destination for healing the heart of Nada. As the best escape. It is also a friendly city for the heart.
But Amsterdam is done. Task over. Tone is in Jakarta now. The heart begins to return to the home it deserves. Leaving that place a year ago was considered a home as well. Amsterdam, see you. Hope to see you again. Hopefully you can look at the expanse of the city of tranquility again. Hope so. And then again, there is no more fitting word for him than this. Amsterdam, thank you.
The sun is almost perfect on the throne of the sky, at 11:00 p.m. On the table by the window, a lot of paper was messy. There are also some clothes that have not been cleaned, scattered on the mattress. Last night, Nada was quite tired and immediately rested in the room. The meeting and all the things about yesterday, it was really draining. But it's already passed. No exception to one part. Now the new day will begin.
The phone rang several times on the bed. It wasn't an alarm, it was an incoming call. The tone slowly opened its eyes, then palpated and grabbed the phone that was beside it. It's Naira. His name is clearly visible on the mobile phone screen. The incoming call from him.
"Hello?"
"Oh my goodness, Nad. You just woke up?"
"Hem, why Nay?"
"Children on a scene hear back. You know yourself Jeje with Una his mouth can not be brake, haha. Banda also started to me. Yeah, you're the kid's master daughter, Nad. We'll go to la vie en rose, okay? Is it not the same cafe you built yourself from zero?"
"Yes..."
"So good, haha."
"Gue seems to have read all the fairy tales. And never found the royal princess kayak lo, Nad. Careful loh. Put his soul mate on the chicken stake." ledek Naira. Laughs faintly.
The tone laughed thinly. "It's not the concept, Nay."
"Jude, I'll see you there, yeah."
"Yes, Nay."
"Papay princess."
His tone smiled again even though his eyes were not perfectly open. The call ended. Tone put the phone next to him. Then close your eyes perfectly.
Naira's right. If Nada is a royal princess, for the size of a royal princess, maybe Nada is the princess of the kingdom that was built the most day. But, is there a royal princess who woke up bad luck?
The phone rings again. The second incoming call sounded. With his eyes closed, Nada again grabbed the phone and received the call.
"Why else, Nay? I haven't collected any lives."
"Nay? Nay who, Lea? It's me." It's me."
That voice, my God. Tone knows that voice. Tranquilize. The voice of an annoying person as well. His tone opened his eyes perfectly. It's Sound. The incoming call from him.
