Tone & Sound

#58 [Bab. the sun was sinking, nan]

[Recommendations Backsound fitting when reading this : Chad Lawson - In the Waiting or Jon Hopkins - Wintergreen]

"Miss..." Tone rose from his sleep. Sitting perfectly on the bed.

He smiles. That voice made him happy. Yes, even if it's the voice of the most annoying person in the world, but it's also the voice of the person who can make him happy. People who are hard to guess. Man who comes and goes as he pleases.

"How are you doing, pretty fairy?"

"How are you? I haven't seen you in months."

"Yes, one night I didn't see you, it was like a year for me, Lea. After all, does it always miss being pegged the same time?"

"You miss me, Nan?"

"Little."

"Snake-fit?"

"Don't do much, Lea. You'll be a geer, haha."

Smiling tone. The smile looks like a smile of a child who when given candy or a bowl of ice cream, it will be happy.

"It's only natural that you miss me."

"Why natural?"

"Yes, because I'm beautiful."

Laughing sounds. The sound is heard propagating in the speaker of a wireless communication tool that is designed in such a way. Touching the signal. Connected.

"Why are you laughing, Nan?"

"You're not pretty, Lea. But it's so pretty."

Shy blush tone.

"A pretty one?"

"Yes, if it's pretty, I'll be a geeer."

Laughing sounds. Same with Nada. Maybe the two of them understand each other now. Different when viewed from the beginning they met. Now, Tone or Sound, may be feeling the same way.

Tone up from the mattress, step slowly towards the window, the phone is still in his ear. Sound is still connected. Smiling tone.

"Later in the afternoon you have no activities, Lea?"

"No, Nan. There's nothing. Why?"

"I picked ya up. There's a night market."

"Why didn't it go last night, Nan? Right, the name of the market is night market, not afternoon market?"

Laughing sound.

"Five o'clock in the afternoon, Lea."

"Don't be late, Nan."

"Yes. See you later afternoon beautiful fairy."

"See you too, frog prince."

The call ended. The sound is no longer heard on the speaker phone Nada. Women who after that look smiling themselves, especially if not happy. The conditions are very reasonable when man feels his heart like a flower garden in bloom. Many of them call it romance. Which makes the human heart shrouded in happiness. But if asked the same teenage children, maybe they will refer to it as falling in love.

Tone does not really convey that feeling as a love word to Sound. And vice versa. Sound also never conveys anything about his feelings to Nada. Maybe the two of them understand each other. And indeed, not everything has to be said with words. Not all love should be expressed in the words I love you. Because of love, it's not about those words. It was about how one could understand and feel it in his heart.

Tone put the phone on the mattress. He grabbed the clothes scattered, then cleaned and put in the closet. After that he stepped towards the pile of paper on the table. Clean it up too, neatly arranged. But after the pile was cleared, Nada's eyes suddenly fell on a paper that he seemed to have forgotten. The paper, about Cikal and his departure to Banda Neira.