Tone & Sound

#79 [Bab. first sunset for us]

It's 11 noon. Abhimanyu picks up Nada and the three fairies at the hotel. They headed to the festival site. The opening event may have already begun. They're a little late. Half an hour ago, the front area of the hotel was filled with a lot of cars of journalists - media people who came to cover some musicians. It was getting crowded when the photo session arrived. Some journalists and fans took photos with the musicians. Jeje and Una too. They slipped and broke through the crowd. It was only the last ten minutes that everything was gradually gone. One by one the cars left the hotel for the same destination. Including Abhimanyu's car which carries Nada and three fairies centil.

In the car the atmosphere is fun. Jeje and Una showed off their photos earlier. Occasionally also mocked each other pose photos of each. "There's a picture of KTP lo, Na." Ledek Jeje's. They also said after the opening of the festival they would go straight to the beach. Even Jeje had already prepared a complete set of her diving tools. Earlier this morning Una had surveyed the location of the beach. No matter where they go, the beach will always be number one on the list.

On the front bench, Naira and Abhimanyu look familiar. Even more familiar. Hitch. There are many topics they cover. Sometimes laugh together. I don't know. I don't know what they're laughing at, but looking around it seems like they're a good fit. The eyes of the two also displayed a sense of interest in each other. "Let's wait for time." Jayu Jeje's. Naira blushed in shame. Abhimanyu laughed softly.

Thin smiling tone. Since then, he has been looking out the car window. Tourists are walking, houses are passed around, and one hill is located far on the right side. Tone heard Jeje and Una's babbling. He also saw the closeness of Naira and Abhimanyu. But, somehow Nada was not excited. Like not passionate. This morning he did not take photos of Jeje and Una. Though previously, taking pictures with Jazz musicians became one of his wishes. And until now, Nada did not know where to go or what to do other than come to the festival. Baffled. Face glum. Not even Nada herself knew why.

Just like we who like tired, bete, sad but do not know what the reason is. Maybe we know the reason but try to pretend not to know. Or we know the reason, we do not pretend, but still tired, bete, sad, do not know what to do. Hm, ribet yeah. Must have to understand the situation. Tone taking mobile phone. Open a message room that is empty for a few days. His face was very upset. Until when this message space is empty.

A few minutes passed. They arrive. The Summer Jazz Festival. Tone and the others were greeted by thunderous applause. A group of new dancers finished performing on a large stage. The opening of the festival is underway. They are too late. Tone and three fairies centil down from the car.

Real crowded. Hundreds of people filled the opening ceremony. Festive. Rectangular stages, complete musical instruments, successful spotlights are a concern. In the corners of the stage there are also some decorations. Banners, cloths or whatever the name. Several seats are available in front of the stage. Maybe for the guests. Many cameras are also being shot. Record. The festival will be broadcast throughout the country. Or even foreign. Tone and three centil fairies stepped up, joining the crowd.

"Come, Je. I want to take a photo." Una Urge. Pull Jeje's hand. Take him to the front of the stage. A Jazz band is getting ready to perform up there.

Tone watching around. Looking left-right before finally focusing his gaze forward. He's looking for Cikal. Nada wants to congratulate on the success of the opening event of this festival. But it is not easy to find Cikal in the crowd. Or maybe he was backstage. And then yaudah will. Tone is not going anywhere either. He'll be here until the festival's opening ceremony is over.

But in addition to finding Cikal, Nada is also looking for Mila and Mama. They might already be here. But again, it is not easy to recognize one or two people in the crowd. Real crowded. Everything is facing forward. Look at that big stage.

"Nad," call Naira.

Tone turned, "Yes, Nay?"

"Gue go there first, yeah." Naira pointed to the right.

Tone glancing. Abhimanyu is there.

"Gue wants-"

"Yey.. what the fuck, anyway."

They both laughed.

"Judah I went there, yeah. But you're really gapapa left?"

Nada nods. Smilingly.

Naira stepped away.

Naira has not been so happy for a long time. Thin smiling tone. Abhimanyu managed to melt Naira's heart. Though if you remember, there used to be a lot of men failed even just to steal the attention of Naira. Because compared to Jeje and Una, this one centile fairy is very close to men. Cue. The bodo. But this time, I don't know what made him open up to Abhimanyu. Maybe because it fits. Or even his time. The best always comes when the time is right.

Tone turned his face. The audience applauded again. A Jazz band began performing on stage. Bossanovas. Tone noticed. Sometimes he looked up at the sky. Cool. The sun hides behind the clouds. Flirtatious. Cloudy. Ah, no. This isn't cloudy. It's mute. The wind blew as the Jazz instrument swerved. Rhythmical.

Why should I be sad? Why should I be moody? The purpose of coming to Banda Neira is to see all this. See Jazz musicians perform with their own timeless instruments. Very rare experience. Maybe only once in a lifetime. "Come, Nad. Don't think about him continue. Same focus festival.focus." Tone closed his eyes. Heart rages.

"He can't be here, Nad. Can't be..." Tone down. Sound completely controlled his mind. Memories of Amsterdam, Jakarta, are twisted. Notwithstanding. Can't be like gini. Why think about that obscure man. Bizarrely. Bummer. I don't know where it is either. But Nada can't lie. He could not shake the sound of his mind. The more expelled, the more clearly his face appeared.

Tone doesn't know what to do. He is confused as he feels. But, suddenly his body trembled. Notwithstanding. Not because of the beautiful melody flute from on stage. Nor is it because of the unique series of chords that pianists play. Gosh darn. Tone hand raised. Someone grabbed his hand.

"Hi, princess."

That voice, that call. Notwithstanding. Not likely. Tone opened his eyes. And how shocked he was when he saw the person in front of him right now. That's-that's

"Miss..."

"Lea."