Tone & Sound
#66 [Bab. jakarta land and the putis]
When he was in Amsterdam, when he found out that he had to return, Nada thought Jakarta was bad. The painful journey home. Sucks. But it turns out that it was all wrong. Jakarta is not like that. Even otherwise. Because Jakarta is a house that should be a house even though some of them leave.
In this city, Nada has gone through a lot. Difficult days, childhood memories. Endless straight roads, sharp bends, crossroads, even dead ends. Jakarta became the longest living travel route for Nada.
However, from all that Nada was introduced with happiness and tears. Maybe everyone has experienced and felt it. But if there are people who are forced into adulthood to deal with some things even though it may not be the time, yes, then that person is Nada. Small tones. A child who has not even ten years, but must be a witness to the separation of two humans.
Come onl. Notwithstanding. All of this must be forgotten. Although difficult and somewhat cliche, but must be forgotten. Not years ago now. Jakarta is no longer a place of tears. Don't make. Had enough. Everything's up. Let the painful be thrown away. The little tone is grown up now. He has no right to feel it constantly. Let's be happy to be his friend again. Let Jakarta be an introduction and a witness to it. For whatever reason, Jakarta will remain a city of compassion.
And Amsterdam, even though it is far behind, but every part will always be remembered for Nada. He also learned a lot in the city. A place that is no less beautiful than Jakarta. The city will be a place to go home too. Nada already considers Amsterdam as home. Yes, even if this time must be abandoned, if it is time, then it will go home again.
In addition to studying Jazz music more deeply and getting to know some other things, in Amsterdam, Nada also felt a long-lost feeling. Or maybe a feeling he has never felt. Because the moment it felt that feeling, its heart was like thousands of rose formations were ready to bloom.
Love's. Yes, the feeling that Nada felt was indeed about that. Amsterdam sent the Sound. The shitty guy that the universe introduced then became the best part. Somehow love can perch in the space of Nada's heart. How could it be so fast? Yeah, that's the universe. Never told and always surprised.
Although the most annoying, the sound is also the happiest. Maybe for now. Yes, as if a small heart that has been hit by a storm for a long time, for a while can be calm. Even though at any time, the heart was still looking for him who was still out of nowhere.
At 07:07 the alarm goes off. Nada was still asleep hugging her teddy bear. Drizzle wrapped the earth. From behind the window, the water danced like a heart that was kasmaran.
By the bedside, Ms. Ann was looking at her son. Smile and turn off the alarm. Miss Ann sat by the bed. Swiping Tone's hair and still smiling. Then, Ms. Ann took a picture frame next to the digital alarm clock, looking at the portrait's finish. And in his eyes now, a small tone mirrored with the pose of a centile and a red headband that habitually heads. Face's carefree. Wide smile.
Miss Ann laughed a little. Then turned his gaze to the princess who was still slumbering.
Putting down the picture frame, Ms. Ann stepped towards the closet. Take one dark blue, dusty box, then open it slowly. Take one by one the contents in it. Portraits of memories, and the meaning of longing are in the box.
