Tone & Sound

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

Although new to Alya, seeing the example of unyielding man from her, the man who understands the most important part of life, his disappearance, at least makes Nada really lose. It is not easy to let go of good people. It is not easy to find such a reality.

Once upon a time, someone asked. Why are good people often called diluan? Sometimes they leave without saying goodbye. Or why does he who has the rights of the whole universe not let them live longer? Maybe the answer is just one. Destinies. Which after that gives us a lesson on how to be sincere. Accepts. Pray. And gapapa.

It's not just Alya. Out there, a lot of good people have fared like that. Who has a duty as an example of unyielding humans. Who fought for his life, and gave the most effective lessons to many people. If there's anything worth pinning for them, for Alya and those nice people, maybe the right sentence is just, thank you.

Half an hour passed. After the news of the suffering was delivered. Tone to home. Jeje drove him home. He reasoned not feeling well. Not his body, but his heart. Before returning home, Nada had talked about some things to Banda. About the surrender of La vie en rose rights entirely to Banda. Which Nada raised Banda as the sole owner of La vie en rose. Banda refused it. But Nada said it was her decision. Banda pressed his shoulders even though he was confused as to why suddenly Nada had such a decision. Banda could do nothing with that decision. The tone is also advised, La vie en rose should not be changed. Leave it like that until anytime. Let the Jazz cafe be the identity for La vie en rose. Because Jazz and La vie en rose are like bees and flowers. Once again, Banda spread her shoulders. Nodding. Can't do anything.

Vehicle sounds heard. Tone stopped his footsteps in the courtyard of the house. Obtained. It's Sound. Half an hour late. Ingkar.

Tone reverses the body completely. Seeing the silence in front of the fence, the Vespa was still burning. Smiling tone. To describe his smile as an unspoken sentence. Late time, Nan. Tone stepped slowly toward Sound.

But, there is something different. The sound said nothing. Face glum. Smile for a moment. Smile wry. This is not Sound. Even while giving the helmet to Nada, Sound was reluctant to speak a word. Especially apologizing for being late. Notwithstanding. This is not a sound.

The sky was cloudy even though it was bright for a few moments. The afternoon drifted. Time seems to be going very slowly. Jakarta began to enter the rainy season even though it was not yet right in the month. And if it rains again at night, let it fall. Let's sweep the pain. Cleans the remains of pain from those left behind.

Vespa is heading south.

The sound has not said anything. Confused tone. Don't start or ask about it. He thought for a moment. Among the gusts of wind that tried to help answer that. If there was the most plausible explanation for the Sound change, it might have been about Alya's departure. Yeah, I might. Because of the appearance of the face of Sound, it is very clear that the moody is about the departure of someone.

Alya is one of the orphanage children owned by Bu Mira who is very dear to Bunyi. He said, everyone is special. But, Alya had her own special. Not like martabak, not about the physical, but the soul and the heart are great. Sound also said, at the age of Alya who is said to be a child, not many can be like Alya. Accept and understand the conditions experienced. Deadly disease. A family that knows where. Even adults are not necessarily able to accept and understand if they have to be in Alya's condition. Righteous sounds. Alya is special.

Smiling tone. If it's true about Alya's departure, then Let it be. Let Sound try to let go of that in his heart. For everyone, letting go is a very difficult thing to do. Maybe it's being done by sound. To give up Alya's departure forever. Let the. Let the sound feel itself. Not that Nada doesn't care. He doesn't want to interfere. Because everyone also has the right to feel, let go of something themselves. Don't disturb. Just know it. Just understand.

Smiling tone. Look at the sky that started to drive the cloud out of him. The sunlight is starting to dim. It's already dusk. Greet. Looky. Real pretty. Really orange. Soon the night will come. The moon will do its job tonight. Small smiling tone. Once more. Instantly hugging Sound. Unknowingly. Reflex. "The sun is sinking, Nan." Say it in the heart. Smiling sounds.