MUŚĬKOFĬLĬA #1 : Messages of Melody

Oni's short story is not long #2
Cerpen oni yang tak panjang #2
A Narrative Text

 MESSAGES OF MELODY

Written by Suci Laoni 

              Small raindrops came from the sky. Yes, that morning the sky cried in the moments after the end of the fall. It becomes a continuous phenomenon every year, as long as humans live on earth in this mysterious world. Although the weather looked sad, it was contrary to the residents of the city of Florence. Because every time there are signs like this, they always show a joyful expression. Moreover, home-based children who enthusiastically welcomed the signs of winter in the city. The roof tiles of the house, library, park, ceiling, and street lights along the streets of the city are bathed by the creator. Road dust is purified by raindrops that try to reconcile one of the beautiful cities in Europe. The big house in the middle of the settlement near the city park, is very visible from the shops and cafes across the street. Seen from the dark alley across the big house, An old brown door that is still durable is opened suddenly. A white teenage boy immediately stepped on the front steps of the door then hurriedly wiped his sweat and repaired his glossy black loafers. After getting ready, he reached for his brown milk backpack and then stood up tidying his red tilted red tie that was attached to the white shirt he was wearing. He pulled out a black umbrella from his backpack and opened it. Then walked rather quickly towards the middle of the city in the midst of the busy people in the mantle and umbrella, he occasionally while smoothing his brown hair that was slightly wavy.

                 Arriving in front of the entrance gate, a large building. From outside the gate there were teenagers in their twenties, some of whom chatted on the building's yard while walking a little faster to enter an old building that had been renovated by a city-state agency. Although some of them use umbrellas, they still run a little faster to avoid the rain that still survive at 6.30 am. The man walked into the building through the black painted iron gate. His left hand is still holding an umbrella but he put his right hand into a brown pants pocket that is in harmony with other teenagers around him. Before he entered the large, walled entrance of a medium-sized gray-black stone structure, he suddenly stopped and tried to close his umbrella and lower it slowly downward. His beautiful blue eyes widened at the thought of an object. He then immediately checked by putting forward his backpack and looked for something that felt like left behind in his house. Shortly his breath blew out, he took off his jacket. Where on the dark brown coat on the left side there is a logo logo that clearly says ‘Florene Academy of Music’. And his right pocket contained a white letter on the black backgroud coated in shiny glass that said 'Ainsley' was rectangular in shape and was firmly pinned because of a pin behind the name. Before entering into the room where he studied, he opened his closed umbrella and then put it next to the potted plant opposite the room's door. The wooden board above the entrance to the study room reads 'Piano Class 1.41'. Not long after, he immediately put on the suit he was carrying, then he slowly entered the piano classroom.

            Students who do not make a lot of Mr. Robinson, music teacher in class that day, so memorized the students absent without looking at the attendance book. However, sometimes he mischievously several times did not attend his students in the class, because their faces and characters were very easy for him to recognize. When mentioning Ansley's name, immediately he who just enttered and sat in the front seat immediately raised his hand,

                 "I'm here, Mr. Robinson "

His face was full of calm after absenteeism was over, his eyes paid close attention to the explanation of music material in the third week of his school. Mr. Robin step by step slowly explained a material about the third chapter in the third week. At the time when he stopped talking to explain the material in front of his students in a class that was quite peaceful, he leaned his hands on a large, shiny black grand piano overlooking the student in front of him. In the second discussion he introduces the techniques of classical piano playing along with various kinds of popular song titles at the time of the emergence of classical music in its heyday. After that he mentioned the names of the songs while playing them so that the clanging piano on the class that was quiet enough was clearly heard by the students. He slowly while playing jen shareis a common technique used in playing a piano, especially classical music according to the advanced material at the time.

               Until the end of the afternoon, around 12:30 pm, the class immediately ended according to the sound of the bell that was ringed near the school's school of music. Ainsley headed for the 2nd floor of the school down the stairs to the left of his class to go to the school canteen. Together with his classmate Chayton, he as usual ordered the cafeteria waiter for his favorite food, Florence's Lasagna, with his close friend who sat next to him. After the last bite, he rushed home to practice to play some classical music that was read by Mr. Robinson in class earlier. He grabbed his bag and went down the stairs then took it for his umbrella, which had been dried by the rather cold air that afternoon. When he came out of the building, he looked at the sky and suddenly smiled slowly. And momentarily close your eyes. He then opened it slowly and began walking home. His right hand opened while walking, and felt the droplets of white crystals created by God so amazing that fell from the sky. After exiting the gate, he paused and stood beside a bench near the tree outside the gate of the music school. He was pensive facing the highway in front of his school, his eyes like he was thinking about something he had to decide. His forefinger and right thumb pinched his long chin. As if remembering something, then he decided to go for a walk around the city to look for classical music inspiration that he had to learn more deeply. Even though tomorrow is Saturday, he still wants to go out after the lesson. His heart was fixed on the large library of the city of Florence which he sometimes visited. Shortly thereafter, he hurried with enthusiasm to look for classical music books.

                 After borrowing some music books from a library in the middle of the city, he still wanted to take a walk. One of the things that crossed his mind was to go to the bookstore. But unfortunately, because it was 3:20 pm he thought for another time, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Instead, returning home through a different pathway thought the same as going for a walk. The falling snow felt more and more particles, he decided to keep wearing an umbrella. From a distance, a street name that seemed familiar to him, Sense of love Street, could be seen. He approached the green painted wooden board in front of a not-so-large residential alley. His eyes looked up with a little curious about the board. his feet slowly stepped as he entered the residential area and surveyed his surroundings in the middle of a passing crowd of not too many people. After being in the middle of the road, his ears overheard a piano sound that was familiar to him, like one of his favorite melodies. He paused for a moment as he walked and his mind read a classical music instrumental, 'Theme from Elvira Madigan', which is one of his favorite melodies. The music sounds like from the 2nd floor of the bakery which is to the left where it stands. When viewed from the balcony of the second floor, he looked up and realized with his eyes closed. slowly, he narrowed his eyes and slightly looked at the second floor. Not too long ago he lowered his eyes to the bakery that was below the second floor. A small question arose in his heart,

            

             "This is the first time I've seen a bakery accompanied by music as beautiful as this, and interestingly this is my favorite melody." His eyes still looked at the bakery and wondered.

After leaving the bakery, he looked for a path that ran towards his house. Arriving at home, he put his umbrella inside near the door before the living room. Putting his bag in his room and changing his clothes. He pulled the string on the bedside lamp beside his bed, because it was getting dark. also need lighting to lie down while reading the book he borrowed earlier. The music theories in the books slowly made his eyes a little heavy to open them. The writings on the law were disheveled and turned upside down by themselves, then separated from the book. Flew over Ainsley's head and suddenly disappeared. Sleep lights rise to be a street light on a road. Around the room changed atmosphere in a familiar place. He was amazed that his mouth was slightly half open and felt very confused then tried to look up but his elbows held his body that was about to fall. The bed enlarged into a vehicle like an old car that carried it to a house. Arriving at the location he got out of the car. His clothes changed to the school uniform he was wearing before. In front of him there is a Bakery called 'Joy Bread' which is none other than the name of the bakery that he met this afternoon. He suddenly went in and ordered a Bread and cake typical of the city of Florence 'Sacher Torte' . Shortly when sitting in a chair and putting his food on the table, the piano sounded like a song 'Theme from Elvira Madigan' which diverted his mind to eat the bread and cake. the sounds of the notes came from below where the buyers were enjoying their cake. The melody tunes like flowing and walking through the stairs from the second floor then down to the ground floor. Ainsley's ears followed the sound source of the song played by someone. He climbed slowly past the shiny brown wooden stairs, then when he reached his eyes winced and was full of interest because his curiosity increased. From the side, a braided blonde girl was sitting seriously playing a large, white Grand Piano. His eyes occasionally closed because it was full of solemnity and soul. One step Ainsley loafers stopped the piano playing. He glanced over and asked Ainsley,

            "I'm sorry, boy, why did you come up?" The girl asked softly but in her heart she felt surprised at Ainsley's arrival

            "Oh, never mind, I'm only interested in your piano play."

The conversation between the two of them stared at each other, but the voice of the conversation began to fade as Ainsley opened her eyes slowly. At first his eyesight was blurry but the light of his sleep still burning felt even clearer in his eyes. Then he wanted to return to the bakery the next morning in the morning. The black alarm clock near his bedside lamp which stood on a small wooden table with tiled still showed at 22:18 p.m. His eyes nodded and decided to sleep.

              From his sleep he heard the sound of his alarm clock ringing. The sound from 06.00a.m was getting louder in his ears, and then he immediately killed the sound by hitting the button above the alarm head. The reflections were so clear like most people waking up, stroking here and there. His sleepiness which is still around 50% makes him reluctant to get up but in fact wants to wake up. His mind suddenly thought of a woman he had met that night. For this reason, male sleepiness is high and quite respected by many womenfolk during elementary school, it decreased by around 20%. His body which was still supine decided to wake up. His hands held him so that he was pushed up and made him sit on his bed. Both feet down the bed. He pulled on the left bed lamp that made the whole room a bit dark. He stood up and walked slowly toward a large curtain full of golden motifs which he then suddenly swung to the right. The steps decided to leave the room to take a shower. After leaving the bathroom, his stomach gave a signal to eat a sandwich from his mother in front of him. In the first bite, his memory brought out the blonde girl last night and each subsequent bite of the sandwich made her even more eager to go to see him. He returned to the room to pick up the bag and then immediately went to the road yesterday that he passed it.

              When Exit the house, an old black car whose roof was filled with snow suddenly in front of the doorway of his house. A grandfather in a brown coat and in a gray hat offered him a ride.

              "Adolescent boy, surely you need a ride to somewhere, am I right?" Ainsley was puzzled by the initial gaze from the moment he left the house and saw the car. Then he accepted the offer on Grandpa's ride.

              "Thank you, sir, would you be able to take me to a bakery on Sense of Love Street? That place is not far from downtown."

 The rather awkward request was answered by the sound of the old car's engine and the old car's drive. When the old Grandfather drove it, his attitude made Ainsley sneak glances. After his request to deliver to the bakery, not a word the grandfather said something. Except after Ainsley asked again,

             "Do you really know the whereabouts of the Bakery, sir?" A question that truly broke the silence of the two of them during the trip.

             "Actually ... I already knew the existence of that place without you asking for it", the answer was answered by Ainsley who was increasingly confused about what was happening to him and for some reason the old man could find out about it.

Although he still glanced at the lyrics full of wonder at the grandfather who was to the left of him, but he put a little trust in the figure who was driving while smiling occasionally. When the car stopped slowly right in front of the bakery, Grandfather was speechless r from the left side of the front door of the car then opened the front door of the car to the right for Ainsley, who had been sitting to his right.

              "Thank you very much for the ride, sir"

 Just smiled without answering, Grandfather went back into the car and started the engine and left. After waving his hand at the windshield that was farther away, he ignored it even though he did not know the Mysterious Grandfather. When entering slowly, he pretended to order bread and cakes typical of the city of Florence. Shortly when sitting in a chair and putting his food on the table, the piano sounded like a song 'Theme from Elvira Madigan' which diverted his mind to eat the bread and cake. the sounds of the notes came from below where the buyers were enjoying their cake. The melody tunes like flowing and walking through the stairs from the second floor then down to the ground floor. Ainsley's ears followed the sound source of the song played by someone. He climbed slowly past the shiny brown wooden stairs, then when he reached his eyes winced and was full of interest because his curiosity increased. From the side, a braided blonde girl was sitting seriously playing a large, white Grand Piano. His eyes occasionally closed because it was full of solemnity and soul. One step ainsley loafers stopped the piano playing. He glanced over and asked Ainsley,

            "I'm sorry, boy, why did you come up?" The girl asked softly but in her heart she was impressed by Ainsley's arrival

            "Oh, never mind, I'm only interested in your piano play, if may you know your name? "

            " The family and people around calling me Eloise And my father gave his full name with Eloise Oswald"

            "Hi Eloise, nice to meet you and my name is Ainsley, George Ainsley" Ainsley's answer was only he answered with a smile and continued playing the piano. Then the man standing next to the woman asked doubtfully,

           "Can I come here every time I visit this Bakery?", the piano stopped and then the girl's face turned left and looked at the man beside her

            "Whoever I always come here with pleasure ", his face smiled sweetly and his beautiful fingers pressed the black and white monochrome keys again.

Not replying to his words, Ainsley with an expression of joy that he hid like someone who was in love with someone. He returned to down then finish the rest of the cake and the bread that he stayed on the table earlier.

                 The next day, Sunday, he came to the bakery earlier than the previous day. He deliberately did not choose breakfast at home and he chose to have breakfast at the Bakery called Joy Bread. Once there, he was amazed when he saw people around passing in and out in front of the bakery. Because not as usual, when these people wear black matching clothes and unusual expressions when their faces are mostly not as cheerful as those who ordered bread in the previous days. In his heart, Ainsley was about to ask someone but he then entered the shop. There are no breads, cakes or hot drinks available for sale as usual. He looked astonished to the right and to the left and then met a man with a fat and mustached body that he had seen when ordering bread yesterday when he was wearing a uniform and a long white hat like a baker and a cake maker in general. Amongst the expressions of those who looked out of the ordinary, Ainsley approached the man who was standing and faced before his face then his right hand patted the shoulder of the man who was currently wearing a black suit. His eyes looked a little red and there were tears on his face.

               "Sir, are you the owner of this shop?"

    

               "My father has founded this shop, and I am the successor", there was no happy line as he tried to answer the Question. Ainsley sighed and tried to retaliate by holding his worried voice higher,

               "What exactly happened to your bakery, sir?" The slightly large-bellied man answered it with sadness and tried to hold back his tears.

               "My daughter, who is about to become a great pianist, who always makes customers in this bakery is always at home. Because the music she plays upstairs has ended her life's journey. I hope she will be calm in Sana's nature, her eyes are full of joy that makes me not have the heart when he wants to continue his studies to music school, but whatever my power is difficult to pay for it so he only stopped until high school two years ago. music when he was in middle school in his last class at that time can not do anything else and it is God's destiny. But just before midnight he left this world around 9:30 p.m., he left me a letter for someone named Ainsley and he said that the man would come here today. I did not know what he meant and moreover I still did not expect after a few hours he left me living alone in this family. because he is the only child I have and his mother died when he was born " Eloise's Father still crying and Ainsley was immediately teary and a little amazed by all the stories.

              " Sir, I'm sorry for your daughter, I hope you can give me the letter "

              " Are you named Ainsley, boy? "

After their long conversation Ainsley headed for the second floor to see Eloise who being in a coffin with a smile. When returning home after sunset, though full of surprise and sadness over what happened then he opened the letter given by the girl entrusted to his father, he opened a letter that said Special for Ainsley, then contained a sheet note of a song without lyrics and titled Message of Melody, he played the piano in the living room of his house and aligned the notes with the musical notes in the letter the cry was conveyed with the melody and the full joy and sadness that was implied in each tone.That was when Ainsley realized that she had fallen in love with the girl who had died.

10/1/2020
Rest in Peace like a River