THE SOUND OF LOVE
JETLAGGED

...There is no one ...

...who can lie ...

...to himself, ...

...about what he felt. ...

...They are only capable ...

...pretend to be OK, ...

...His heart is often ...

...Losing direction. ...

...- Anastasia - ...

...*** ...

00.00 PM. Netherlandish.

"His name is Caramel Jasmine. I always call him Cacha. She's a cheerful girl, always upbeat, devout of worship. For me he's everything. Perfect"

Frans' words are still ringing in my mind. Aaaiiissshhhhhw. I really can't sleep. I let my eyes stay awake then took my laptop and started writing about him. Different people are wandering around again in my life.

Sort of Miss..

There is a love that I intentionally let go of. I hope for myself, for her heart that I so admire. I let this miss pile up into a hill without a care when it finally becomes a bitter reality. I will still choose to be silent, to love simply, to ask for myself simply through prayer to God.

I felt the sleepiness start attacking me. I let it all evaporate in the air. It was her that made me crazy. Tonight I let her shadow run through my room. The figure that these few days brought me back to the past.

God .. If not in the real world. May in dreams the distance no longer exist.

Somewhere else..

He also wrote something on his website. Unconsciously he is like finding a little color back when the girl is present again in his life. Maybe he was crazy, just a few days of roaring because the pain was now stung by a smile that could warm him.

Honestly, he wanted to avoid the girl. But he realized the more he avoided the more he hurt himself. With a cup of coffee beside his laptop he wrote about himself.

It was like a rainbow after the rain

There was a miss that he intentionally did not say. He kept the taste to himself, for his smile was so soothing. He puts it all to fate, the guy has prepared for a bitter reality.

Sunday morning in September..

"So.. you will return to Indonesia, brother? This fast?" Frans' voice broke the silence.

Before I answer the question. We sat clumped under a cool maple tree in a city park. The breeze blew playing my ponytail-tailed hair.

"Sorry yes Frans, I have not told you that tomorrow I will return to Indonesia" I replied while issuing the book 'Romeo and Juliet' by william shakespeare.

Then Frans lay down in a clump with both hands that became a pillow. And his glaring gaze to the clump of cloud that changed shape in the sky.

"So I'm gonna lose again?" He said half a whisper.

"Yesaa Frans?" I was busy reading but could still hear her words.

"Forget over. Why do you love Romeo and Juliet? That's an old story, right? About the 17th Century" I know this one question diverts the previous speech.

"Like their love story. Yes, it's a story of the 17th century but their story never changes. Their love is eternal, though complicated." I said while looking at him who closed his eyes enjoying a cool breeze.

"I feel like I want their story" he said, still closed.

"For Juliet death is beautiful. More or less at the core of their story like that" he added. Still closed.

BUOKO

I closed the thick book hard while looking at him annoyed. Then he changed his position to sit still with both legs bent.

"So you invite me out just to say that? Everyone in this world is going to die. Leave the people they love not out of their own desires" I said full of stifled emotions.

"Sorry brother, I can't. The more I avoid the more I get sick" she recalled Caramel's death.

"Gue wants to go home. Do you want to come or stay here?" I said it was my emotions. He stood up and walked behind me.

One thing you should know Frans when you have someone who you really love you also have to prepare your heart for a loss. Someday.

"My plane's at 8am tomorrow. I hope you come, so I will know you are fine or not" I said, suddenly stopping the step facing back right in front of him which is only 5 cents away.

****

7.30 AM. Schiphol (Dutch International Airport. Located in south Amsterdam).

I write a pretty circular watch on my wrist. Restless, anxious hoping while biting the tip of my nail. In a few minutes I will be back in Indonesia. Surely I have informed Agas and my friends and friends there and they are so hysterical, knowing that I will return to Indonesia. I don't know why it's so hard to leave this country. Then my eyes shimmered in all directions, my heart expecting that figure to exist. Right here.

Don't expect too much Lis..

Batinku. I dragged my suitcase to the airport terminal door following my parents, Kirana and Grandma and Albert. Suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist.

"Gue dateng's. I'm here" he said with a hunting breath. My reflexes immediately embraced him to channel my sense of longing.

" Sorry. Gu-" while away from her body, I haven't had time to answer she hugged me back. So tight, as if I'd be gone for good.

"Until we meet again" he said sincerely then let go of his embrace. I saw those sad eyes again like that time. At the funeral of the girl he loved. I know that he's not okay. Probably not.

I always want to learn to let go without forgetting. For in one's heart there will always be a past that has not been revealed.

See you soon, Miss..

****

The ringing of the cell phone distracted me who was combing the hair on my dressing table. I arrived in Jakarta three days ago where one day I had 'Jetlag' sleeping all day like a comatose person. Jeezaaaa. Without a second thought I picked up the third phone.

"Hey.. Gas?" Sapaku. On someone over there who hasn't met in a week.

"...."

"Yes yes? Yaampun Gas's. Yaudah I get ready first huh? Pick up but, period." I said, patting my head and panicking a little. Today I have an appointment with him.

"..."

"Yeah.. Yaaampun" I said as I turned my eyeballs saturated. Agas is very chatty about time. Can't negotiate with him about it. Then the connection was both cut off.

I hurriedly ransacked my clothes to go with him today. I was lucky to have taken a shower a few minutes ago. After being felt to find a suitable and comfortable clothes I immediately changed my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at myself with a red hue on my cheek.

Sweet..

Finally muttered. Walking snatched my bag that was on the study desk did not forget my phone that was almost left behind because of the rush. Then ran out of the room and down the stairs. I was surprised to see the figure in front of me.

"Agas?!" I said as I stroked my chest which almost stopped beating.

"More 10 minutes. Lady Cokrodinoto. You have to get punished" he said, smiling to make me shudder in horror.

Then Agas turned towards the door. As usual, he always goes first. It's not the ice prince! How can I get used to it which leads to comfort. We sat together in one car.

"Flame...?" I said I saw Agas standing in his car engine. Then Agas looked over

"Yes...?" The answer is then with a flat face. Plywood board.

"You're healthy, right?" I said more questions than answers. Agas was just silent to give no answer until his car moved out of my housing complex.

"Why?" Finally answered my question with an occasional glance at me.

"You're getting sweeter by the day Gas. I'm afraid you're diabetic or even me" I replied innocently which instantly made Agas smile and ruffled my hair dear.

"Girl!!!" I said bad. Who found himself laughing at my behavior.

"You're beautiful when you're angry again Lis" he said, still laughing that made me turn my eyeballs up.

We unwittingly entered the Agas housing complex. I looked towards him, frowning my forehead. Agas who knows what I mean answered immediately..

"Remember, punishment" he said as he lowered his eyebrows. I was just upset about his behavior.

The smell of cooking is fun in this all-white room. The smoke from food seems tempting to attract anyone to enjoy it.

"What are you cooking? It's so sweet" said the man who was wearing only knee-length jeans without a top. Walking towards me who was making him food.

"Udah eat just don't bring it. Put on Gas's shirt! Later catch a cold" said I who serve the cuisine for Agas.

"Later ah I'm still dry because a few minutes ago we per-" Agas had not had time to finish his words I also landed a spoon on his forehead.

"Aaauuwww. Sick List" said Agas while rubbing his forehead.

"Racaine. So be a guy don't pervert" I said, laughing, seeing him annoyed. Instantly my laughter stopped as Agas put the food I had made into my mouth. I also choked and hurriedly sipped water drinking Agas up to the toilet.

"Racaine. So be a girl if laughter does not exaggerate" he said that I reply with a plot.

After the war in the kitchen ended I and Agas immediately got ready to go out. The plan is we will play ice skating in the shopping center more precisely the Orchid garden mall. This was my first time playing ice skating.

On the way I got a message from a number I didn't know. I also frowned thinking hard. Agas who was aware of my face asked and I just shook my head in response.

+62877546900**

Hy Calista's. How are you doing?

One day today, there was a spate of events that I didn't expect at all. The mysterious number that I asked each other instead shifted the subject. It was as if he was someone I met a few days ago and tonight Anggia had a fight with Axel that dragged me into their troubles as well. No. gabe. More precisely their problem was because of the act of Axel who always attracted the heart of Anggia. You tau? It felt like I wanted to growl furiously as Anggia told me how uncertain Axel was at the choice he had decided before.

My head feels like it's going to break and my ears feel like they're buzzing. Perhaps, I will soon lose my balance and consciousness. The words of Anggia still ring in my mind. Penetrating my feelings was like a marker ink on a piece of paper that made me feel guilty for her. I know I introduced him to Axel but hey, I was just helping and I couldn't read someone that was sincere or not. I'm not a fortune teller.

"Temen lo is evil List. Lo know? Already this month I have rarely contact with him, I think my fault what he same sampe in chat aja rarely in bales, I've called but ga lifted. I understand that he is busy because of something but can you give me an explanation? I tried to be open, but he still found it hard to open up and believe in me. And he disappeared for almost a week. Lo temen me right? I hope you never hire me again"

I scroll the contacts on my phone and press the call button there. The connection is out of reach it means someone is turning off his phone. I don't want to give up either. I tried repeatedly to call but the result was the same.

Did I try to find his house?

Inner frustration. It seemed like a wise decision, I didn't want to because of my ego, I lost a friend for the second time. Again I had to press my ego strongly to apologize even though this was absolutely not my fault. But who cares about it when someone is in a state of disappointment. It needs someone who has a clear mind and is willing to give up.

I finally decided tomorrow after going home from college to visit her house. I also want to see how things are, hoping not to be like most people who are screwed by heartbreak. Yawning at me was a response from my body that told me I was exhausted. More precisely my mind. I let the drowsiness hug until dawn greets.

There are thousands of heartbreak stories out there but not many of them find the sweet packaging in the end. I hope you also have a sweet package in the story of your broken heart.

Happy Reading guys 😋