Tone & Sound
#60 [Bab. The sun was sinking, nan]
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The sound of welcome sounded festive. Applause and a happy birthday song were heard afterwards. Make deaf. A lot of atmosphere. Naira and Una appear suddenly. Magnetize Tone. They smile happily. Some other friends too. Enliven. Happy birthday, happy birthday. That sentence-the utterance of prayer is heard over and over again. Crooned. If you can guess the loudest sound, you might guess it came from Jeje and Una. Then your guess is right. Smiling tone. Shocked but also confused. Her birthday is over. He stepped slowly. Look around. Translate something that was never asked. On here. In this place.
La vi en rose's. Tone arrived at the cafe that he woke up with beautiful dreams. His feet were exploring the place again after a year had gone from him.
A pair of violins and violins hung on each side of the word bonjour near the entrance. The classic building design that is combined with modern elements in such a way as to look as minimalistic as possible, just make the eyes fester when in this place. Several flower pots hang parallel to each corner of the room. With a mini bar display on the left side of the entrance that makes this place very interesting. Some hand paintings also enliven the decorations. There was a crescent-shaped one with several stars beside it. A kitten. Cinderella shoes, and more.
Tone turned. Now his attention was on a man who had appeared from inside the bar. She had a small cake in her hand. Wearing a black barista apron, the man, Banda.
"Hopefully live a long life, Nad." Banda hugged Nada. While taking off the long miss not to meet.
Smiling tone again. "Thanks yes, Tires."
After that, Nada and Banda sat at the center table of the cafe. Jeje, Naira, and Una were like that. Banda opened the conversation. About the many things that Nada has certainly missed over the past year. Naira and Una noticed. Occasionally join in the conversation. But the other centile fairies don't. Since the birthday cake was placed Banda on the table, Jeje constantly cut small pieces of chocolate and caramel on the side of the cake. Nonchalant around.
Banda started talks of an increase in cafe visitors. Nada's initial idea of making La vie en rose a jazz cafe was successful. Every day more and more visitors come. Either because you want to enjoy the unique atmosphere of the cafe, or because you want to exchange information about jazz with other fellow visitors. In fact, Banda said, about three months ago this cafe was visited by several tourists who deliberately came all the way from Monaco just to sit down to relax, as well as talk about jazz to him. "Yes, maybe they are also interested because of my unique coffee I post on instagram, haha." Banda grin. He likes to praise himself on the sidelines.
In addition to being the best trombone player in Jakarta, Banda is also one of the best baristas. He has won an award in barista contests throughout Indonesia in the branch of making unique coffee with distinctive characteristics. Earned the second rank of the five remaining baristas in the final round. Which should be able to continue until kanca International, but instead choose to deepen the trombone to the point of his soul. A unique man. Even earlier, Banda had said that now he was exploring how to combine coffee with vegetables and other things. It may be a few more years Banda can serve celery-scented coffee from his hands. Or basil leaves maybe. Iganla. Banda will stay that way.
Talks continued in the direction of Nada's news while in Amsterdam. Banda was enthusiastic to know how Nada could make Amsterdam the top choice for a runaway a year ago. But Nada didn't answer much. He just said it was the heart that led him there, then smiled. Banda also smiled. He knew that it was actually very sensitive to Nada. Banda also tried to shift the conversation in the other direction. Like asking about the development of jazz music. Or about Sound after Naira suddenly asked Sound to Nada on the sidelines of the conversation. "Bring here dong. I wonder." Urge Banda. "That must be better than you, Ban." Tympal Jeje's. Everyone finally laughed.
Half an hour passed quickly. Several times they tried to repeat the beautiful past. For once more. Laugh, reminiscing about every part of the little pieces still left in the heart. Blissfully. But all of that has to stop. Banda has to continue his work again. Two newly arrived visitors ordered a russian sweet cappucino. Banda rushed towards the bar. Just as Banda started to step, the sound of rain came down wrapped in daylight. The roof of the cafe. Covering the whole sky of the city of compassion. Jakarta.
