The Childish And The Beast
#15 in An Evening
The development of the era creates various alternative workspaces. With the task of architects who need a lot of inspirational references, a new place can certainly help most of them.
Adira, don't ask, the principal architect who won't shut up.
This workspace is only one of dozens of places found. To visit while perfecting his projects.
“Bu, want me to heat the coffee?”
The unexpected greeting threw Adira's face to the origin of the voice. The flashpoint that was like a drag lamp finally widened. Adira broke up and remembered herself at the cafe.
“Iya, thank you,” Adira is back breathing.
This servant who was often seen by Adira finally took a cup that was still full.
He returned with a full time of work. Plus, the team that handled the design of the studio yesterday was so enthusiastic that it sent three final alternatives to Adira.
Stacking up jobs is not the style of this great entrepreneur. His hands accompanied the board from this minicomputer all the way to the final design line.
The hot coffee is over. The sound of the chirping signifies the morning.
“Bu, want me to prepare another coffee?”
Adira realized the direction of the long needle. That familiar smile really made Adira uncomfortable.
“One Americano, to go. Bill also,” Adira closed the electronic device that has stayed up with him, “Oh, I also order, take away, full breakfast set and... Toasted fruit loaf.”
“Good, please awaited.”
Admittedly he's been here too long. The cafe may never close, but it doesn't have to be open until tomorrow.
This week, he decided to go straight to the office. It never hurts to be there in the morning and come home in the afternoon. Certainly after leaving the rest to Daffa and the other servants.
With recyclable material, the parcel accompanied the relaxed path of Adira. An unfriendly horn began to pick up the queue until his eyes could see the crowd at the end of the vehicle's tread.
The spacious studio building looks alive even though it is still five in the morning.
“Hmm?” Adira always holds the keys to the studio.
But he didn't think the studio was still open.
The studio frees its employees to set their own schedules. Bedrooms are provided, only for workers who want to spend their work time at night. So it is not uncommon to see workers who settle in the office.
However, there is a rule where the studio should be locked when more than ten in the evening until eight in the morning.
Bad thinking must be there, but Adira chooses to make sure everything is okay.
Adira stopped. His ears can filter out the sweet stuff. Singing and guitar sounds. From the kitchen.
“♪Show. Who do I know, like you... Like you~♪Show us what we know, you and I. You and I~♪”.
The owner of the beautiful voice was staring.
“⏤Aaa~~!”
The surprised voice was still melodious when he saw the figure of Adira standing in front of the partition. Nanda is still gaping.
Nanda sighed heavily, “Buset, boss mom! I guess ghost!”
Adira who was not so surprised even rubbed his chest. Resisting an unclear anger.
“Ngapain you early in the morning here,” Adira fix the position of tote bag for her laptop, “Indeed there is unfinished work?”
“Not~ Want to come here,” Nanda still sitting at the kitchen dining table, “Can't ya? But many people are still living.”
“Not allowed, but is there any housework at night?”
Nanda smiled ignorantly, “Why? Bu boss is worried so much~”
“I asked because it could violate the rules of work. OB contract is only eight hours of work like regular office hours.”
Her special laugh came out again, “Sorry sorry. I am also not here because of work kok.”
Adira looked calmer with her tired shoulders. Working hours can be arranged by yourself. But if there is no job, what can Adira do?
Muscle gain throughout Adira's drive device so think in another direction.
Adira sat at the same table after putting her provisions on the wooden supports.
Eyes flickering, silent luminous reflect one corner of the kitchen night light. Nanda can create a flash in the eye even though it is not directly staring at the source of the lamp.
“Ei, why nih~?”
Adira throws a cynical face, “Don't start. Or I go.”
“I don't sing.”
“Mandatory songs are also not papa. Satuuuu only.”
“From nagging, play one song,” Adira drinks her coffee.
Nanda still not nenggubrik Adira's bitter gaze, “Dira remains sweet if angry.”
Without responding again. However, he was able to find Nanda's hand hugging a guitar. He realized something.
“That's the studio guitar right?”
Nanda smiled, “Let me turn it back. Calm~”
The ownership of the guitar is a common possession. As long as it doesn't break it, Adira doesn't care.
However, Adira thought of something else, “You don't have your own guitar?”
This guy is great at guitar. That's what Adira caught the day she found Nanda helping the kids busking.
“No money to buy,” Nanda played some of those guitar strings while he was still half-hugging her.
“Then, learn from where?”
“I borrow often. My friend from a small music expert, he has a collection of musical instruments a lot. So I learned a little bit.”
“You like it the same music, instead of better work something that has to do with music?”
Nanda shifted her gaze, “I'm not that great. A song can't be good either. Singing also no attraction.”
“Other people can think of other things.”
Nanda glued to this faint silhouette sitting not far from him. He did float with that little flattery, but his instincts drowned him.
“Hmm~ Why is Dira so interested suddenly?” Nanda bowed in the middle of her seat as her gaze tilted.
“I,” Adira caught Nanda's gaze still glued, “I've told you, haven't I? My efforts so far to be able to work according to my favorite. So I... confused? You can work in the music industry.”
Adira wonders. He could also record the calm smile of this man.
“It's still an ideal. Not that I give up, there is still no chance.”
Nanda's legs were cross-legged on the dining chair. The guitar fingerboard, which was originally horizontal above, changed its reclining position on Nanda's left hand. The one-two-thick thread was plucked.
“I've done a lot of work from small. But everything is just to make money, no fun at all.”
Nanda played music on his guitar.
He's still talking, “You know? I have always loved singing in the middle of work. Continue to tell the teacher to participate in the fourth grade SD first. From there, I began to know, it turns out I have a good voice.”
Do re mi fa sol is heard clearly on Nanda's finger.
“Because like it too, so think the work of the singer must be fun,” Nanda lean more into his chair, “Still ideals anyway.”
“Can self-promotion right? Many are famous only from social media.”
“I've tried to make routine anyway. But I can't often. I need a quota, time too, no guitar. I have to make money for sure.”
Adira understands. Although not as heavy as Nanda, Adira also had economic difficulties. He can get here even after fighting with all the difficulties.
Adira moves on from her seat, “With your talent, I'm sure there are times when you succeed. More success than you think.”
Nanda was made unmoved. Not reacting even just a smile as usual.
“I'll go straight to the room. Just do what you do,” Adira brings her bags and bags.
Knock Adira heels that meet white tiles. Nanda gave no greetings at all. But he was happy, like he wanted to cry.
It could have been Dira who said it, but he had no idea how sweet it was for Nanda.
Adira's step was momentarily cut off hearing a call on her phone.
[“Bu Adira, sorry to bother you this early in the morning.”]
It was Daffa, sounding panicked for some reason.
“What's up?”
[“It's about the raw material supplier of Taruna project, bu.”]
Adira was silent listening.