Sunday 9 September 2012

Perjalanan - BAB 3

“D
ah okay dah mulut along tu?” Papa menyoal. Masa tu mereka bertiga beranak dinner dekat Pizza Hut.

Thud dah sengih dengar soalan papa. Muka putih pucat Aitch dipandang. Pipi Aitch dah nampak tembam sikit. Physical changes.

“Much better. Mulut dah dapat adapt dengan besi.” Aitch sengih. Cuma tak comfort je la. Kadang-kadang ngilu jugak.

“Good. Your study?” Papa menyoal lagi. Parenting lessons. Ask your children about their matters. Ask like you are a good friend to them.

“Worst. Medic dah buat along mereng.” Thud menyampuk. Kemudian dia gelak bila Aitch memukul kepalanya.

“Shut up, kiddo.” A slices of pizza dah cecah bibir Aitch. Tapi, sesaat kemudian Aitch dah menjerit. Terkejut orang yang ada dekat situ dengar raungan Aitch. Cepat-cepat air diteguk.

“What’s wrong?” Papa dah menyoal. Tersenak eardrumnya.

“Pedih. Pizza selisih dengan ulcer.” Aitch dah buat muka. Tak dapat makan dengan bernafsu. Sedihnya…

“Elleh. Mulut dah adapt konon. Kena sikit dah meraung. Pigi dah.” Thud mengejek.

“Ni ulcer baru tumbuh la.” Ulcer dalam mulut Aitch ngam-ngam dekat lips. Tempat lalu lalang segala jenis makanan minuman beraneka warna. Mana taknya kena sikit, dah meraung gitu.

“It’s take time. Perlahan la.” Papa menyampuk. Tak suka bila anak bergaduh depan rezeki. It’s aint nice.

It still a dinner without you, mama.

**

Crew band:
* Thud – guitarist, vocalist
* Aitch – guitarist, vocalist
* Lad – drummer
* K – piano
* Alter – violin
* Brad – cello

“Hei, what’s up man.” Buku lima dah berlaga dengan buku lima.

“Yo.” Thud mengangkat tangan kanan. Tanda sapaan. Tali case guitar Epiphone disandang elok di bahu kanan.

“Long time no see ya.” Alter menegur. Violin case diletak atas kerusi.

“Nice braces, dude.” K si pianist menegur.

“Thanks.” Aitch tayang gigi. Tak peduli pujian itu ikhlas atau tidak.

Lad yang tengah sibuk mengelap drumset Pearl kesayangan cuma ketawa kuat. “He sticks with misery after wearing that.”

“That’s really pity.”

“Cut it down, Lad. You make me worst.” Aitch dah bawak guitar Fender atas riba. Tuning dibuat.

Susun atur studio ni simple. Drumset milik Lad diletak tengah-tengah alam. Sebelah kiri sekali Brad akan duduk atas kerusi sambil main cello. Alter pulak akan berdiri sebelahnya sambil main violin. Belah kanan drumset pulak, K dengan pianonya. Thud dan Aitch pulak akan duduk celah-celah mana antara mereka berempat itu. Thud, satu-satunya watak perempuan dalam band mereka. Macam mana pun, perwatakan boyish Thud buat mereka senang.

“Thud, dah ready dengan lagu malam ni?” Brad, sang pemain cello menyoal.

Thud yang tengah duduk bersila sambil mengadap kertas-kertas yang berisi chords bingkas mengangkat muka. Headphone dicabut. Thud memang suka edit lagu. Dia akan combined semua tune guitar, drum, piano, cello dan violin. Hasilnya, lagu yang diaorang akan bawak nanti akan menyebabkan bulu roma meremang. Bunyi yang agak menakutkan sebab all music instrument yang diaorang bawak combined dalam satu lagu. Takde la menakutkan sangat. Cuma Aitch je yang akan meremang. Padahal orang lain rilek je.

“Sure, Brad.” Thud bangun dari silanya. Lad menghampiri selepas dia selesai mengelap dramnya. 

Kertas dihulur seorang satu.

Aitch menyambut kertas itu. Dahi dah berkerut. “Letters to god? Boxcar Racer?”

“Whoa. What a great song.” Lad menyampuk.

“Explain it, Thud,” K pulak bersuara. Alter sebelah angguk perlahan.

Thud berdehem kejap. “Intro will be started by Aitch with the fender. Then, part ‘caught off guard’, Alter will be in. Part first chorus Brad, second and so on chorus K’s pinano (piano) will take over. We play in flat mood je. Just want to make sure this soft violin can be heard all over the world.”

“Hey, my part is… at the end of song?” Lad menyoal. “Unfair meh.”

“Who says? Both of us will enter at 3rd chorus la, Lad. No worries okay. Part tu, we will BOOM this place.” Thud dah sengih.

“Where you get these creepy inspirations?” Aitch menyoal.

“Songsterr.” Thud menyahut. Ngehngehngeh. Songsterr ialah website tempat dia nak cari guitar chord. Senang dan best sebab dia ada tablature.

“Ok let’s started.” Lad dah melaung. Semua ambik tempat masing-masing.

Song title: Letters to God
Singer: Box car racer
(lyrics credit to: Mahaguru Google)

(acoustic guitar) 
 (violin)Thud:

Caught off guard
All worked up
The air is as dark and cold as night
Let me go
I'm not done
I swear I'll take just one lifetime

Chorus: (Cello, violin)(acoustic guitar)
Thud and Aitch:
And I
I won't lie
I won't sin
maybe I don't wanna go
can't you wait?
maybe I don't wanna go

(acoustic guitar, violin)
Thud:
I should have asked
I could have helped
At least a fucking thousand times before
Will this offer
Get me in?
Or does this prove that they gave more

(piano)
(cello, violin, acoustic)
Thud and Aitch:
And I
I won't lie
I won't sin
Maybe I don't wanna go
Can't you wait?
Maybe I don't wanna go

Instrumental (cello, violin, acoustic, piano)
then
Electric guitar with drum
 
(all instruments combined here)
Thud, Aitch, K:
And I
I won't lie
I won't sin
maybe I don't wanna go
can't you wait?
maybe I don't wanna go
And I
I won't lie
I won't sin
maybe I don't wanna go
can't you wait?
maybe I don't wanna go

#Let the violin last.
#Edit by : Thud, January 23
J

Lagu ended up with melody perlahan violin milik Alter. Semua sengih dihulur sesama mereka. Lega. Gian nak berjamming sama dah lepas. Sejak habis SPM, sejak mereka berpisah masuk ke Univesiti yang berbeza, sejak mereka sibuk dengan life baru, sejak itu lah mereka tak pernah lagi membuang masa bersama. Jadi, masa lapang malam minggu ini diambil.

Timbul satu perasaan dalam diri masing-masing. Satu perasaan yang terseksa. Ya, rindu adalah perasaan yang menderita. Mereka rindu zaman silam. Zaman dimana mereka tak perlu berfikir dengan serius tentang masa depan. Zaman yang pulang rumahnya lewat malam sebab sibuk dengan aktiviti malam yang tak berfaedah. Zaman yang cara belajarnya lebih senang lagi.

Tapi, hukum dah menetapkan. Masa tak menunggu manusia. Dunia berubah dengan masa yang pantas. Mereka perlu menuju ke hadapan.

This moment won’t last forever. Cause time waits for no men.
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