Screenshot 1

...

“Lalu mana biolanya?” tanya pak James. Kenan menggeleng. “Kalau begitu, bagaimana dengan lagu dari piano Ryan saja?” saran pak James.

Kenan balik memandangi Ryan. Ryan berjalan ke arah grand piano. Ia duduk di kursinya lalu membuka tutup pembukanya. Beberapa saat kemudian mulai mengalun lembut lagu dari iringan piano.

“Chopin: Nocturne No.2, Op.9,” gumam Kenan.

Kenan diam mendengarkan sambil menundukkan kepala. Hatinya miris ketika mengingat Lena yang bertepuk tangan dengan riang ketika pertama kali Ryan memainkan lagu ini di hadapannya. Wajah kagumnya seperti orang bodoh.

Selesai memainkan satu lagu itu, improvisasi medley Ryan melanjutkannya dengan lagu lain.

Aku tahu lagu itu. “Stella Quintet: Crescendo.”

Wajah bodoh Lena yang kagum Kenan ketika memainkan lagu ini dengan biola terlintas di kepalanya. Ketika Lena melamun, tertawa, lalu bertepuk tangan dan menjerit-jerit seperti orang gila untuk meminta sahabatnya memainkan lagu yang lain. Lena yang waktu itu begitu bahagia dan bisa tertawa sesuka hatinya. Namun, Lena yang ada saat ini hanyalah orang yang sedang terbaring tak berdaya dengan selang di hidung dan mulutnya. Tak ada lagi guratan senyum dari bibirnya. Tak ada lagi tawa di wajahnya. Seakan-seakan melihat Lena bisa ‘bebas’ hanya ilusi semata.

Lutut Kenan gentar. Ia jatuh berlutut. Kedua tangannya menapak ke lantai lalu ia menangis keras-keras. Semua air mata yang ia tahan selama tiga hari tumpah ruah.

“Menangislah sepuasmu, kau orang yang tegar, Kenan. Kau tidak sendirian, aku ada di sini.” Nada-nada dari tuts piano lenyap dan saat itu tangan orang yang memainkan piano itu tadi sedang memegang pundaknya. Begitu menyakitkan. Hati Kenan semakin perih untuk menerima kenyataan dengan rasa bersalah.

~Sion :D

Happy birthday Mom :)

Happy birthday, Mom
Otanjoubi omedetou, Haha :D

Ibu yang tangguh dari anak-anak yang payah
A tenacious mother of the troublesome children

 Ibu yang bisa melunakkan hati yang keras
A tender mom who could enticed a gruff heart

And always be a blessing Mom ever!!
Happy birthday!

Yohanes 1:5 "Terang itu bercahaya di dalam kegelapan dan kegelapan itu tidak akan menguasainya"

English Version Last Sinopsis

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom at Smetana Hall, from the Romantic Praha. "Do not getting a hunch if all of "biola" be the same. Violin, the smallest "biola" is an common-well high-pitched "biola". While you analogous it with viola, then cello will be cry".

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom at Salzburg Stage, from the Beauty Wina. "If you stringed up a "biola", you should be stringed it with mildness and full of feeling. Ya, 'adagio', walked slowly with full of feeling."

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom at the Proms Stage, from the coldness England when the Indonesia's rain drops must be freeze at there. "Sound could be propagative used air molecule because the present of vibration, also 'soundpost' would delivered your feeling pass through the violin oscillation to the other's heart.


Do not judge Kenan's violin with your violin because 'he' would be cried. His cello pitch is so mild and full of feeling until the depressed Kenan who already lost all of hers could reached her happiness again. When her 'soundpost' cracked while people abusive word vibrated on her air, his hummed cello tone repaired the broken heart.

Year to year she endured by herself without a direction. If she turned, she only received a guilty of her father's and her fellow's death. If she looked straight forward, there's only a  mourning instant all of her desire in the music that her fellow love to much have been trampled. The last, she motionless mused her life without an expression.

There's nor a love. There's nor an affection. There's nor a note. And so, who Kenan must play her violin for? Whether she must be grateful to opera's wall which rigidly showed it smile like Lena done before? She just feeling it, her 'soundpost' was broken.

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom at Orchestra Festival, from Indonesia, my homeland. "'Soundpost' is a tiny stalk, reside in the deepest place at violin. It function is to vibrated a sound until your violin resonated. For the first time you played violin, nobody could know if it is stand alone at there. So is she who was not know if her 'soundpost' stand alone at there, for her. 'He' who turned to be her love, her affection, her note, and became her 'adagio soundpost' for her violin. So slow but full of feeling. Why it is an 'adagio'? Why not to be a 'crescendo soundpost' which little by little got loud toward her violin??"

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom, the favorite princess from Challysto family who found me out. "What the meaning of 'adagio soundpost'??" At the moment she told me from the far away land, that was never be picked up by me, the living one... I never ever understood. Just with this I could told you, extended her story to you... with my pleasure violin...