Tone & Sound

#62 [Sun sinking, nan]

At 17:00 Jakarta time.

Five o'clock in the afternoon when the sun starts to shine again. Although covered in clouds, but at least the rain has subsided. Banda's right. A few hours ago, visitors changed. Although the rain was heavy, but the visitors were even more crowded. It seems that many are starting to like the concept of the Jazz cafe. Or maybe they come to enjoy a serving of coffee made by Banda. The man, if at any time there is a competition of the most pede people of the world level, then the competition will be won by him.

Tone stepped slowly towards the one room that was at the far right of La vie en rose. He opened the door. Then go inside. This room, the place that used to be his room. As a place to chat if there is one special visitor who comes, or as a place to relax. On some occasions, sometimes this 5 x 5 meter room used Tone to listen to Jazz songs. Yeah, the perfect place to find happiness.

Unostentatious. Table and chair. Flowers around him. A small bookcase, and a photo frame on the table. Smiling tone. Nothing has changed. Although it has been a year, but all remain in the portion. The least disturbing to the eyes is only the wallpaper of the walls of the room. There was no wallpaper on that wall. Just plain white paint with some simple pictures. But now, a strange complexion in yellow. Ah, maybe it's Banda's job. Maybe he's in charge of it. Because ever since Nada left, Banda was the one who occupied this room. Tone of a small laugh. Banda does have a strange taste in choosing colors.

Tone stepped slowly while looking around. Pick up some old, dusty-looking books from the shelves. Cleaned, then put it back. Tone ended his steps, sitting on a chair. Leaned. Close your eyes for a moment.

When he opened his eyes, his gaze was immediately fixed on the picture frame on the table. The photo was taken when La vie en rose first opened. There was Nada, Banda, and his three friends there. Nada grabbed her picture. Smilingly. A little piece of beautiful memories. Photo from three years ago. But his happiness is still felt by Nada to this day. The memories are still clearly recorded. Banda who was confused when he found out that his coffee machine was suddenly damaged. Customers are so crowded. Order enslaves. Jeje's surprise birthday drama. And plans derail Una's engagement betrothed by a young man she doesn't know. Repot at that time. But somehow, everything can be controlled well.

Of the many visitors, it turns out that one of them has a coffee machine and lent it to Banda that day. Jeje's birthday surprise was also successful even though after the surprise, he asked to buy one Vinyl Andrea Bocelli which forced Naira to look for it in antique Vinyl stores in Jakarta. And Una's matchmaking is also off. In accordance with expectations. It turns out that the person who was betrothed to Una was a corruptor. Both of Una's parents told him about it over the phone. Match void. In fact, Jeje had made a plan to thwart the matchmaking by having Banda pretend to be a couple Una. The plan was rejected by Una. "Yes, even if you pretend, is there no other option? That mustache is..." The explosion at least made Banda wrongly taste the coffee. Everybody laugh. Controlled atmosphere. But despite everything that happened, the opening show of La vie en rose finally went well. On the first day of La vie en rose, Nada and Banda sold at least three hundred cups of coffee and other drinks until night. If you remember, maybe once again Banda was right. The idea of a Jazz cafe is a good idea. Succeeds.

Tone was a little surprised but also happy. "Hello, Buk." He said that with a happy face. Two days later he left Amsterdam. The first call from Bu Mira after Nada returned to Jakarta. Two days is enough to miss. Mira's mother has been considered Nada like her own mother. Of course miss it there. The incoming call from Bu Mira, at least treating the miss for a moment.

But it seems that missing is not welcome. Nada's facial sharpness changed by a split second after Bu Mira's voice sounded. Tone no longer smiles. No longer as happy as a few seconds ago. Ms. Mira sobbed. His voice is clearly heard. Grief tidings. Alyas. The beautiful little elf had gone home. Flying up into the sky towards nirvana. Noma disease that he suffered was stronger. It turned out that the rightful owner of the entire universe was also more affectionate towards him.

Perfect silent tone. Didn't say anything. The entire room instantly turned gray.

Afternoon which was a time to remember the pieces of happiness of the past, now must be forced into a time to release the departure of other good lives. Phone ends. "But Alya yes, Nad." Mira hung up the phone with that sentence. A collection of words that will certainly be synchronized even though never asked even once. Because for Alya, a little elf who struggles to live despite having been determined by the time of his breathing by the medical world, a coquettish life that always gives a smile to the world even though the time is little, such a sentence, like that, good prayers are worthy of him.

Tone put the phone on the table. Covering the face with both palms. Sobbed.