物語わ始まる (The Story Begin)

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Day and Night…
…always together
…can’t be separated…
…must never be unified.



Today was the same day like 3 years ago when you told me that sentence and the time when I will never see you again. I came here once again. This time I’m bringing you flowers.

To be here, reminds me when we met for the first time, in the same years you left. That day, I was walking along the street aimlessly. I was so sad because that person dumped me. I was really depressed, I couldn’t hear beautifully played song right beside me but sorrow, couldn’t see wonderful sun that set slowly to another part of my sight but desperation, couldn’t feel nice cool breeze blew through my body but grief, and then, just then, you came to me saying

‘That’s red light there, you can’t across the street yet.’
I didn’t pay any attention to you, It’s just unhappiness that filling my eye from you. You kept saying.
‘Hey, what’s happen? You look unwell?’
Silence, I kept silent from you and walked, yet you followed me.
‘Hey ojo-san, what’s happen? You could tell me anything.’

I stopped. We stood facing each other under the dark night sky with lamp pouring its light to your face. I saw deep to your eyes, and then you saw me back. You smiled. The most warmth smile I ever saw. I didn’t know what happen next, as I remembered was I cried, cried upon your shoulder.

You brought me to that restaurant. You chose table with two seats nearest to window which has the most beautiful scene in that restaurant. We sat there together for hours, I told everything about my sadness. I felt so peaceful with just your presence. You gave me attention more than I expected. I kept crying and spitted my sadness all night. After I stopped, you said.

‘Many things have happened since our birth, whether it’s good or not, but days will always sweep away any darkness from nights, just wait and you will see the days again.’

It was 3 AM when you offered me to accompany me home. The sky still dark and was looked as sorrow as me today. I couldn’t get rid my sorrow yet. Then you pointed to sky.

‘As I said before, days will always sweep away any darkness from nights.’

I saw the sky in direction you pointed at. Sky was becoming brighter, somehow I felt peaceful seeing that. When I turned around to you, you had gone, disappeared without trace.

I didn’t know why, but the next night I walked again to the crossroad where we met, hoping I could see you again. But my eye betrayed my hope, my senses deceived my heart. I was desperate couldn’t find you. I just walked, walked and walked again. I didn’t know how to find you. I wanted to see you so badly. I continued walking until I couldn’t feel my feet anymore. In fraught, I sat on bench near the city park. When my eye began to be filled with tears, I heard really nice melody. It made me feel like I had found you and had seen your encouraging smile once more. I was so anxious; I looked for the source of the sound. I walked through the park driven by sound of the song. At the one end of the park, I finally found where the sound came from. It was a violin. It was really made me relieved when saw that it was you who played that violin.

‘So, you heard my song? What do you think? Was it good?’
I couldn’t say anything as if my tongue was frozen. I wanted to run toward you but something hold me to not to. I was just so happy that I could see you. I nodded with my eyes full of tears.
‘Why are you crying? Are you still sad about yesterday? Here, let me tell you something.’
You grabbed my hand, brought me to the nearest bench. We had already sat in the same bench when you started to say.
Do you like my music, right?’
I nodded. You smiled right before you continued.
‘You’ve already like it although I haven’t played it perfectly.’
I didn’t understand what you meant. I saw you, wanted to ask about it, but nothing coming up from my mouth. You smiled again.

‘Back then, when I was playing that song, I did many mistakes, but why did it still heard nice? It’s because I didn’t bothered by my mistakes. You couldn’t live your life perfectly. You’ll always make mistakes everywhere. So, just let the new day come and live your life as best as you can.’

After that day, I saw you regularly every night at the city park and we always said goodbye at dawn, until one night….

That night, I walked slowly to the park enjoying full moon in the sky. It’s been 2 weeks since I met you. I have already forgotten about that person. It was because of you. You always comforted me when I began to remember anything about him. I saw everything in different point of view right now, everything seemed more vivid. The streets that looked mourn to me before, now looked smiling to me. The trees that looked doing sad dance to me before, now looked laugh happily to me.

I didn’t know whether it was because of full moon or not, but the streets seemed brighter and shorter too. I’ve already in front of the park when you came to me and asked me to go to the beach. I agreed. We spent the night watching the ocean together and talking about anything we could talk about side by side right until the dawn came, but you didn’t say goodbye that time.

‘I want to tell you something about myself.’
I turned my head to see you.
‘I’ve watching over you for couple years. I do care about you and I’ve already known your problem on the day we met, so I was forcing you to tell me.’
I looked at you curiously.
‘I knew it was my mistake and selfishness to approach you that time. You know, we are different, I’m not a human.’
I didn’t understand.
‘I know you can’t believe it, but you’ll see when the sun rise.’

Right after you said that, the sun rose. I saw you becoming pale and your hand felt so cold for me. Gradually, your body was turning into stone color. With your last breath, you said.
‘In the end…I’m just the night that admires the day.’

After you finished your words, suddenly strong wind blew. I saw you blown away into sparkling dust with the sun light among it. Still stunned, the sun light hit me yet I felt cold. I was frightened I couldn’t see you anymore; once again, I was going to cry, but all your words that you’ve said to me humming swiftly into my head. No, I mustn’t cry for you and my sake. I mustn’t let any drop of tears out of my eye. I tried to see your dust again. I saw resemblance of your face, and then I heard
‘Live on…Sayako.’
That was your voice.

Right now, I’m sitting at the same place when you left me that morning. To remember you once again, make me realize how insignificant we are compared to the superiority of fate playing our life that across the edge of dimensions, our world dimensions.

I couldn’t forget about you a little bit. I don’t care anymore whether I’m in the night or day, as long as I could remember you. Those days will always last forever in my memory and I have no authority to dispose it.

I wonder, why you didn’t tell me about the truth earlier. If so, I would gladly leave the day and stay in the night for you.

Bartender

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Baru-baru ak dapet manga baru yang lumayan menarik, yang judulnya Bartender. Jadi sekarang ak mau berbagi beberapa quote yang menarik dari manga bartender tersebut dari tiap chapternya

Chapter 1

Bartender means a kind roost. If a roost just a bar, it would just be a board
to place the drinks on. But because there is a bartender, tender, which is also kindness,
is born into the bar.

Chapter 2

A good drink is not just derived from its taste, but also depends on who makes it and
they drank it with and that where people have the memories of others important to them.
No matter how much time passes by, the taste of the drinks stays forever.

Chapter 3

Everything that serve in a bar is a reviver cocktail. When you're lost in your life,
when tired from working, when you push that door (of a bar) open, you begin to feel better.

Chapter 4

There are ten thousand different types of alcohol, and also ten thousand different taste,
but the taste of a cocktail is unlimited.

Chapter 5

If only those who drink liquor can enjoy cocktails, then those who don't drink liquor
are like "Cinders Ella"; dressed in rags and unable to go to the ball.
But if the fairy godmother can transform the "Cinders Ella" into the beautiful Cinderella
than anyone and everyone can enjoy cocktail.

Chapter 6

At least when you're sitting in front of a bar, I hope that you can be a customer and
enjoy a cocktail.

Chapter 7

People change just as a liquor's taste can change. When customers come to the bar, I see
their old selves that I've met.

Chapter 8

It's not easy to refine the heart to think you want to satisfy the customer.

Chapter 9

Amber is simply turpentine fossilization. It doesn't shine brilliant like a gem.
But it took ten thousand years to obtain this completely different beauty.
What we have here in these long stretches of dreamlike times where time slows.
Regardless of man or woman the most important thing may be living together at the same time.

Chapter 10

A person crying loudly in public may not be truly sad inside. The one who leave public
and cry alone at the bar counter, those people hurt the most of all.

Chapter 11

Alcohol is not an ordinary liquid. Inside alcohol there are spirits, and because of that,
it can heal the souls of people.

Chapter 12

To a bartender, it may be a 1/100 chance of bad luck in making mistake. To a customer, it is everything.

Chapter 13

To not betray the customer, just that point, bartenders can be called the most strongly
unified community in the world.

Chapter 14

The bartender will prepare for customer the possible drink.

Chapter 15

The one last drink which rescue the soul that hurt by solitude and has nowhere else to go
That is that is "the glass of god".

Chapter 16

A bartender that doesn't care for fruits nor liquor.
How can this place be considered a first class bar in Ginza?

Chapter 17

Bartender need to observe whether the customer is tired, angry, or melancholy and
what expectations do the customers have when they opened the doors to this bar.

Chapter 18

Memories is a proof that you have lived. Doesn't matter whether you failed or
succeeded, it will still be sweet.

Chapter 19

Man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed, but not defeated.

Chapter 20

It doesn't only have vodka's strength or ginger's spiciness. This Moscow mule
taste very mature. Three troubled people working together.

Chapter 21

Instead of saying three ugly truths, it's better to say a beautiful lie.

Chapter 22

The counter is very important to a bartender. If possible I hope that it can be
decorated with a beautiful lie, and not an ugly one.

Chapter 23

Aged alcohol taste better because it contains irreversible memories.

Chapter 24

A bartender is not supposed to be allowed to serve alcohol to a customer to get them drunk.

Chapter 25

A person doesn't choose bartending as a career, but choose bartending as a lifestyle.

Chapter 26

Even if a drink saves their lives, they will not remember the bartender, but they will
never forget that glass they drank. And that'll be enough for bartender.

Chapter 27

A type of performance bars put on is to make services appear to be mere coincidences
but love can sometimes grow from a real coincidence.

Chapter 28

As a bartender, the most important job is to listen to the customers speak.
A story about liquor is but a trigger to get things started.

Chapter 29

Bartender are like mirin, we're but ingredients of a bar. The customers are
what really makes a bar what it is.


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