When Love Remains Blind

C# 5. Promise On Violin

The old clock in the living room already showed at 08:00 am, the morning sun halfway crawled out and higher.

Dika has since moved from his bed, the morning routine as usual he lived with laziness, the sound of radio filling every corner of the minimalist house.

Drowsiness is now still imprinted on the look of his face, it is very curious to feel Dika back crumbling his comfortable mattress even though it is now in a mess. But he still has a promise, a promise to his favorite violin to take him around downtown looking for a little luck.

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That morning the state of a park in the city center was quite crowded, understand the holiday many migrants pass by on foot and there are also cycling to enjoy the cool morning atmosphere because the trees are quite shady there.

Dika is ready to be positioned by holding on to his violin, his drowsiness is now changed with a burning spirit, the beautiful violin strains hypnotize every passing visitor. Occasionally they clap their hands and occasionally mundanely enjoy the game that is amazingly beautiful. For the umpteenth time the bag of money that is brought back is filled.

I don't know how many songs Dika played but did not reduce the enthusiasm of people who came here to watch, oh of course the pocket of money is now getting fat.

The sun was getting higher, the heat began to sting, fortunately the position of Dika was under a shady and shady tree made it not disturbed at all with its sting. However, thirst and hunger have attacked since, making Dika have to end his game.

After everyone broke up Dika immediately counted the money in the bag while smiling to imagine what food is appropriate to prop her stomach this afternoon.

Unexpectedly there was about 3400 rupiah 8 silver there, a very, very large number from the previous days, his smile was very wide right now.

Dika stopped by one of the stores that are quite crowded visitors, his favorite place when hungry and thirst attacked after tired busking.

He was already sitting on one of the chairs, there was a table that was quite long with a thin black cloth in front of him. Every seat has been filled, the atmosphere there is very crowded because of the chatter of the visitors.

"Yes right, there will certainly be crowded, the tickets were just sold yesterday but now they are not left" Some of the all-male visitors were sitting beside Dika as he chatted.

Seen from the basic clothes are good to wear, they display the fashion of office workers who seem quite executive, quite confusing if they want to eat in a place like this.

"Well, you should have told us early to get us tickets! now how's it going? it's not enough to just listen to the radio." protested his friend.

"Let's just relax, it just so happens that my brother is a scalper, I've dropped a few tickets, but you have to pay more for him" said one of the smartest-looking people.

"Wahh wahh your brother is indeed a business person, deserves a good life"

"Hey. You don't have to praise her, it's all my idea"

Until here all his friends are wide-eyed.

"Huh cunning basis, time with your own friends you still charge more"

"Ah you guys should be grateful that there are still tickets that sell" Their chat still continues and gets heated up.

Dika who noticed was quite curious about what he heard, at least he wanted to know what kind of event was so enthusiastic about these people.

Finally he opened the voice "Sorry sir, may I know what the event is?" Dika asked one of them in a half whispered voice so as not to damage the atmosphere of their chat, but can be heard clearly by him.

Dika's eyes instantly seemed to sparkle like shining stars, neither continuing the question nor ignoring them.

Dika immersed in his imagination, the imagination that does not know why crossed the naked eye. He started thinking about various things.

First he wants to buy 2 tickets, one for him and the other for whom. Second, he wanted to write a letter to whom.

The sun was getting higher and hotter, after finishing with his lunch Dika had gone out of the store with enthusiasm.

Previously he had asked the person sitting next to him earlier to order 2 tickets for him while giving a little extra money to make sure that Dika would meet him tomorrow at the same place and hour.

. . .

"Why did you come home alone last night, shouldn't you be with Roy?" Sri Sujatmi asked after putting the food on the table.

Delina had been sitting in front of the dining table, knocking on the table with her fingers.

Hearing that question, gone was the thirst and hunger she had previously felt. Since waiting there was not such a question that Delina was ready to hear.

"Mother.. should we discuss this early...again? is not bored every time the name of Roy Roy Roy Roy that we discuss like no other topic!"

"This child, I don't want to interfere, but if your father knew this, you could trouble yourself later"

The mother had just sat at the dinner table, deliberately facing her son to make it more pleasant to chat.

"Well, if you don't know how to sit down, what can you do if you want to defend your favorite child?"

"Mother don't worry, I'm immune to father's babbling, most of all if you're angry, I'm in the old room a little bit too his anger" Delina said as she scooped up her breakfast.

"Yes, I don't want to get involved..."

Finally the two children's mothers had breakfast with only silence, not continuing the discussion until breakfast was finished.

The atmosphere was quite quiet that morning because the youngest was not stuck at the dinner table. Moreover, the work of holidays like this in addition to sleeping all day, tired he said because other days are crowded activities.

Delina who finished breakfast immediately helped her mother tidy up the dining table, even taking the initiative to help wash dirty dishes and glasses.

Seeing that, his mother raised an eyebrow as if she could not believe "Eh tumben once, already a good boy apparently hhe.."

"Had you been smuggling a criminal's child all this time?" delina replied with a smile.

"Hahaha you could have answered, exactly like your father"

"Don't equate me with my father, at least I'll be more loyal to one man"