Tone & Sound
#74 [Bab. jakarta land and the putis]
Three hours passed. Eight o'clock at night. It's time to go. After finishing clearing everything up, Nada and the three centil fairies stepped towards the waiting room. Soon, the plane will take off. The next few hours are no longer about Jakarta. There will be a lot of new pieces ready to go. Recounted.
At the coffee shop, Cikal called Nada. Ask about his departure. Nada told me that he'll be taking off soon. Cikal was so happy to hear that. Then, tomorrow Nada can attend the opening event of the Jazz summer festival. Tone on time. He's happy. But on the sidelines of that pleasure he was also confused. "Since when has Cikal been so happy?" Even Cikal had realized about it. He sounded a few times like he was holding back the pleasure he felt. Tone of a little laugh in the heart.
Then, Cikal would explain the details of the trip after Naira asked about it. But instead of explaining, Cikal laughed. Because when he wanted to explain, there was a bit of a commotion. Jeje and Una scramble the phone. They want to ask too. "The food's good, isn't it? The beach must be really beautiful, huh... keep the guys?" Gosh darn. Those two little girls really like that. The tone laughed too. But in the end they were silent after Naira stared intently at the two. Although on many occasions when they determine something Nada and Naira follow, but if Naira has issued a sharp gaze, then Jeje and Una can immediately remain silent. "Udah is like your stepmother, Nay." Chirps Jeje. The look in Naira's eyes was indeed none of her opponents. Naira is the best at this.
Back to phone. Naira repeated her question about the details of their trip. Kylie began to explain. He said they won't make it to Banda Neira tonight. Nada and the three centil fairies will arrive at Ambon first. After that, from Ambon they will use a small plane to go to the island of Banda Neira. The most commonly used is the ship. Rarely anyone uses the air line because the flight schedule is not every day there. But Cikal had prepared everything. Cikal said, if by land, the journey is long. Ten to twelve hours. Therefore Cikal chose the air path. It only takes forty-five minutes from Ambon to Banda Neira Island. But that too, Cikal told that Nada and the others could not fly directly to Banda Neira tonight. The weather is pretty bad. They have to wait for tomorrow morning. Nada asked about the opening of the festival. "No, don't be afraid. The opening day is noon." Cikal Clear. After everything was explained, Cikal hung up the phone. He said there was still a lot to take care of for the opening event tomorrow. Especially if it is delayed by a few days. So, there are some things to take care of from the beginning. Cikal gave his regards. More precisely, "See, you." Phone ends.
"Come, girls.." said Jeje.
The sound of calls from airport speakers is heard over and over again. It's time they left.
Tone and the three centil elves rose up, then stepped slowly leaving the waiting room. Jeje and Una go first. Nada and Naira followed behind.
They're really going to leave soon. Jakarta will be abandoned for the next few days. Maybe three days or maybe a week. Pend. But if you look at Jeje's enthusiasm who always says, "Gue wants to go around until satisfied there." Or Una who also said, "Don't kayak Amsterdam yesterday, deh. Very rushed." This time, the journey will be a little long. Yes, hopefully the days passed can be fun. Hopefully everything can be done well. Anyway, just about the festival. There's nothing else.
Tone stopped his footsteps. He saw his plane seat number. Jeje and Una were in the same row of seats on the left. Naira was in front of them. With two unknown people. Tone of right-left viewing. Number 25. It turns out in front. Tone stepped slowly. Passing one by one row of benches that already have their owners.
This departure path is congested. Domestic flights are crowded. Usually not too many like this. Tone noticed one by one the people around him. Perhaps the interest of Jakarta people to domestic tourist attractions has increased. This time the flight was full. Fortunately, Jeje booked a ticket well in advance of today. Otherwise, they might not get a seat.
Tone stop step. That's chair. Seat number 25.
"Mila, Mama's here, yeah.."
"Okay, Ma."
A woman waved from the front seat to a child sitting next to Nada's seat number 25. What a beautiful boy. Tone watched the child for a moment, then sat down.
Leaning back while holding onto his beautiful white cat, the boy smiled at Nada.
Tone returned that smile.
"Aren't you going to Banda Island, too?" said suddenly.
Nada nods. "You too?"
"Yes." he said excitedly. "So long ago Mama came to the festival, sister. I like the same jazz. If I'm not. I prefer the country." obviously.
Tone only asks one question. But the boy explained many answers. Really cute. And also wise. When viewed from his super adorable face with his short bangs, and petite body, the child seemed to be four or five years old. His style of speech is like that of adults.
Thin laughing tone. Definitely smiling.
"So you heard, your name is Mila, huh?" ask Nada.
"Yes. That brother?"
"Tone."
"Well..Surely my sister likes music, huh? Or maybe a musician?" said innocently. Eager.
Laughing to hear it. Mila is really adorable.
"No. My brother is not a musician. I just love music." explains Nada.
Mila nodded. "Ohh. kirain musicians."
"Well, what's his name?" Nada asked about the cat that Mila had been holding since. He also stroked the cat's head.
"It's Putis, sister." replied Mila.
A great name for a Himalayan Persian cat. Thick fur. Whiter. Real pretty. No less beautiful than the owner.
Actually Nada wanted to ask something else, about how Mila could take Putis on a plane, or about Mila herself. And Mila seems like that too. I want to talk a lot with Nada. But, the voice of the flight attendant had already been heard over and over again. The plane lights are dead. And a minute after that, the plane took off.
