OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 7 TRY TO REMEMBER
Almost two months living in Jakarta in fact has not made Weini adapt to the weather. The long dry season alone can make it a severe flu. The condition of his body is still weak makes Haris can not leave him alone at home. Forced to delay the intention of finding a job until his employer fully recovered.
“Try to remember a kind of September when life was slow, and oh so mellow. Try to remember a kind of September when grass was green and grain so yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a young and callow fellow. Try to remember and if you remember then follow.”.
Haris played the guitar as he watched Weini fall asleep after taking the medicine. His baritone voice was very fitting singing that sad nostalgic song. Without realizing that his melodious voice had awakened Weini, he even participated in enjoying the song until it was finished in a relaxed lying position.
Plok.. plok.. plok.. Weini clapped his hands excitedly, that's when Haris realized someone was watching.
the show. “Pak Haris why did you just show your pent-up talent? Uh, when did you buy a guitar?” weini's excitement suddenly turned confused, did he sleep for that long to the point of not knowing Haris was out buying a guitar.
“Padahal has tried slowly, apparently still wake you up. There was a used goods seller
keep it in front of home.”
“Continue singing Sir, I want to hear. Long time no entertainment feels saturated, when you hear your voice
I feel very excited.” Persuade Weini by putting on a plain face.
Haris just smiled, her mood to sing again has not fully emerged. The plain face in
his presence was not able to persuade him, but he had an idea to drive out Weini's boredom.
“You like guitar? How about I teach you?” kilah Haris tried to divert the request
Wein.
“Really? I maauuu..”.
Weini jumped up so happy, he had never learned this one musical instrument.
While still occupying the old house, the music lessons he received were only piano and harp. She only learned everything that could train the feminine side to become the daughter of an educated noblewoman. Now no one is limiting him, he is free to learn interesting things without worrying about breaking family rules.
“You should learn to know the basic guitar keys while familiarizing your fingers.” Haris began to direct
weini fingers to touch the guitar strings.
Gosh, I used to teach Li Jun to get carried away and teach Weini something more
it is worth doing boys. Haris murmured in his heart. He was suddenly overwhelmed with grief, educating Weini indirectly made him remember his son. He had not had time to teach Li Jun to play guitar, mastering witchcraft, even though he had intended to pass on the knowledge to him.
“Pak Haris, may I ask?” Weini interrupted Haris' daydream.
“Please.”
“I want to hear stories about your boys who are the same age as me. Can you tell me?”
pinta Weini, long enough he harbored curiosity about the Haris family. And how did they get along with Haris?
Haris smiled bitterly, long enough he was silent in the look of his own eyes. “Wei Li Jun's. He is 7 years old.
Bigger than 1 year. He matured too quickly before his age, his thinking was not like a child his age. When I'm off, we often gather in the yard. Play kite, make lanterns, play
flutes. Ah...” Haris is unable to continue his story. The more he remembered, the deeper he hurt his own feelings.
“I'm sorry sir, I made you sad. I won't ask again.” Weini looked down full
contrition.
Haris shook his head, “No. It's not your fault. I have two daughters and one son. Someplace
happiness for me to have a son like him.”
“How was their fate there? Mr. Haris can't you do anything to get word
“Not all things can be solved with Magic.” He looked down deeply, as deeply as his disappointment.
The atmosphere turned silent, even a single breeze could be heard. Both are dissolved in their own minds,
though together, silence gripped them.
“Ah. I'll get you a minute.”
Haris went from sitting to a table in the corner of the room. It has been almost two months of occupying the house
rent one plot, but Haris never complete the furniture. There are only two single-size mattresses, multifunctional tables without chairs, cookware, sleeping utensils, and all neatly arranged in 1 room measuring 4 x 8 meters. Minimalist room can be transformed like a studio apartment. All thanks to the touch of the hand
Haris is good.
A large black plastic bag Haris gave to Weini. He gave the code immediately
open contents. Haris assures her little lady that she must be very happy to see what she gives. Weini seemed enthusiastic about the square box-shaped goods wrapped in wrapping paper.
“My birthday is past Mr.” Before tearing the parcel, Weini made sure again in order
did Haris give him a gift.
“Consider this new home gift. Open up!” Haris can still tease Weini. A child is plain,
but that innocence is what makes it look attractive.
Weini hurried to carefully unpack the gift, she was afraid of ruining the paper. Maybe it will
he kept the pink gift paper patterned with cherry blossoms as a memory. Having seen
the reward, Weini's small lips formed the letter O.
“Wah Mirror...” he screamed with glee while resting himself in front of the reflection of his face.
“Sorry you just bought it, but you have asked for a mirror for a long time. How's yourlooking?
Haris often heard Weini's whining asking him to buy her a mirror. It's very
curious about his new face. Since his real face was covered in a mask, he had never directly seen his face. Weini held both of her cheeks, she stared fixedly at the shape of her eyes with a large eyelid crease, but could not hide her brown eyeballs. His nose looked more pugnacious than the original, his lips were still the same as the one before him. The face is rounder than the original. He really looks like someone else.
“Hmmm. Eit... But how did you do it? Did you tell people
wearing this mask to photograph?” curiosity tickled Weini to ask. His true nature that likes kepo began to appear. Once he could accept the reality of life, there was no more reason to dissolve in grief.
“That's a secret miss..”
Haris laughed, he was addicted to teasing Weini. Her expression looked funny in Haris eyes. Actually he made a mask that was special for Weini, and since then he has prepared all the needs in order to escape from Hong Kong, including photographing experimental masks that he wears to the statue. However
to leak it to Weini, it still felt too fast. However, Weini was still a child with unexpected feelings and logic.
During the afternoon, the sky turns red when the sun sets on the western horizon. Haris stepped out into the backyard that was only a small strip of land. From his pants pocket, he took out a yellow piece of paper containing a spell. He closed his eyes, cast spells and then the yellow paper burned without being ignited by fire.
A moment after, both of his eyes widened, his hands holding his chest with irregular breaths.
It's still hard to get through there. I need to find another way to send a message to
Madam that we're alive.
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