Tone & Sound

#72 [Bab. jakarta land and the putis]

"When you get there, call Mama. Don't stay there too, yeah. Mama will miss." said Ms. Ann. Hair brushing Tone. Smilingly.

Tone nodded slowly. Hugging Miss Ann. Smiling happily.

For a long time he had not felt this kind of happiness. Comfort that has long been lost as well. It turned out that Nada was really at home. Miss Ann has returned. Like a parent who loves their child. Parents who look forward to their children's return when their children go away from home.

But this time, Nada's departure to Banda Neira is not like his departure a year ago. It's clearly different. His departure this time was not because he wanted to run away from home or run away from problems like the gray night a year ago. Just chill. Because Banda Neira will not be used as a place to experience Amsterdam first. It's just about a little trip.

"Tante so sweet, anyway." said Jeje gaunty. "Pamit yes, aunt." he added.

Naira and Una say goodbye. Greet Miss Ann's hand. Alternately.

At four o'clock in the afternoon. They're goin. After all the farewells, the courtyard of the house slowly left behind. Car to Soekarno Hatta Airport. This journey is just about to begin.

Several days and tens of hours were very tiring for Nada. But he has got a lot of answers and a lot of new things from all that. Though he had previously doubted his return. Doubt Jakarta. However, look. He's already here. And what many people say about the ultimate goal of the trip is home, turns out to be true. Jakarta may be more than home to Nada. Much more special than that. And for Ms. Mira's question about how Jakarta is doing now, then the answer is the same. Stay a city of love.

It is different with Banda Neira. Tone has never been there at all. He didn't even know about the place. After Cikal told him that he would take care of the summer Jazz festival there, Nada did not have time to find out about Banda Neira in the slightest. Mostly, all he knows are beautiful photos of his beach. That's also because since Jeje and Una busy-heboh open the internet. Find out about Banda Neira beach and tourist attractions around it.

Tone takes his eyes off the road. His phone is shaking. Looks like a message came in. Let it not be from sound. He opened the totebag, then took the phone. Then watch the phone screen, ah, no. That's not a message from the sound. The incoming message was from Banda.

Tone turn off mobile phone screen. Put the phone in totebag. Inconveniencing. Say it in the heart. But from Banda's message, Nada remembered something. Apparently, he had a little information about Banda Neira.

At a small party yesterday, Jeje accidentally told me about this departure. Then it made Banda shocked. And that also made Banda finally discuss things that he had never discussed before. Apparently, the name Banda is the name given by his father. The name is inspired by the name Banda Neira itself. Tone and the others were shocked. They only learned that fact after years of friends with Banda. But Banda forgot what the reason his father gave him the name Banda. Then, Banda went on to tell another thing about Banda Neira. In addition to tourist attractions and beautiful beaches, Banda Neira is also known for its Palanya seeds. Coffee even syrup can be produced from nutmeg base ingredients. And after that, Banda said that he wanted nitip brought a packet of nutmeg coffee. "Nitip end-by-by." Ledek Jeje's. Everybody laugh. At least Nada already knows a little information about Banda Neira. And information about the origin of the name Banda also of course.

The tone stopped his reverie. He laughed thinly. But after that, after staring at the city of Jakarta from behind the glass. I don't know why he suddenly breathed. The tone tightly grasped the orange clam in his left hand while thinking of something. But this is not about Jakarta, Banda Neira, or Banda's Pala coffee. It's about something else. It turns out that in every trip, there are yes, which are left behind.

Tone down. Look at the orange clams, then look back at the road. Nan, where are you?

Earlier when the phone vibrated, when the message that turned out from Banda came in, Nada had mentioned the name Sound. He thought the incoming message was from Sound. But it turned out wrong. It turns out that the man is still without news. I don't know. The tone does not know where the sound is now or what it is doing. Because since the night in Jakarta Land, Bunyi disappeared after that. Till now. Nada had already sent a message or tried to call Sound, but the message and phone were not the answer at all. Plus, Sound doesn't know about this trip. Nada hasn't told anything about Banda Neira on Sound. Damnit. Why does my chest feel a little tight? Nook. It's nobody. Must remember that's Tone. What a shitty feeling.

The tone turned the face off the street. Face's upset. Then lean on the car bench, closing your eyes for a moment. He opened the totebag, his hand grabbed the phone. Tone wants to send a message once again for Sound. But, no. He stopped the intention of taking a cell phone. Tone do not want to be disappointed to see the mobile phone screen without the notification of incoming messages. Free. A thousand messages sent are still the same. Without answer. Sounds are annoying.

Butwhy. Why does this feeling grow so fast. Why does that feeling sometimes become so annoying. Love's. Is love really like this? Tone sighs. Trying to forget the sound. Slumbers.

On the sidelines of the orange sky of Jakarta, it turns out there is still something left behind.