LOVATY 1.0
Trigger (Early Start)

“Keanu?” ask the man.

“The most interesting thing about you in my opinion is your soft, soothing tone of voice, like the wind. Keanu means a gentle gust from the top of the mountain. Fits you,” the woman ended her explanation,

“Alright,” said the man.

Calya smiled at that moment. Feeling happy after naming her ARFriend, it made her look real.

That figure and this relationship, he wanted to take it for real. Keanu managed to change his mood 180 degrees. Not just now, but also a while ago. Makes him grateful for that.

But the knotty smile on his face instantly changed into a downward curved line. He wanted to capture Keanu's handsome face, but of course his face would not appear on mobile cameras. Not on any camera and it pisses him off.

“What's up?” asked Keanu, “Why can't your face be seen on camera? Why

Clandestin does not make your face appear on the app?” calya.

He looks annoyed, also looks funny at the same time. The first time Calya showed this kind of expression, and it was all because of Keanu.

“It won't happen, unless you make it yourself,” the man said.

“True too!”

Arrived – arrived the woman was reminded of something. Don't let him waste – his ability as a Creative Dierector, he thought.

He hurriedly checked the contents of his bag, taking out some stationery from there. Pencil, sketchbook, eraser and color pencil. Slowly scraping on the white paper, sketching Keanu's face.

The brown hair that covered his forehead. His eyebrows are thick and his eyes are quite round. The nose is sharp and the lips look a little full. Lastly, his jawbone looks firm. Calya drew it well, including the look on her flat face.

He lifted his sketchbook to look parallel to the figure of the man in front of him, comparing the two. “True – is true Keanu,” smile back seen on his face.

“You drew me?” keanu asked, Calya showed me the results of her work. The man looked at her. That book, without any expression –ak–reh–Keanu-.

“You are good at drawing apparently,” he said again. “Of course! Four years studying in the Visual Communication Design department, it's a pity if you can't what – is,” the woman looks proud of her ability.

“What are you drawing that for?” the man said that extended the conversation. “Of course I'll save. You don't mind, do you?”

Accidentally a polite attitude came to the woman, but could Keanu object? Looking at her who was just silent and staring at Calya at the moment, made the woman understand without having to hear her answer.

Kriyngg..

Calya's smartphone is embroidered, she's looking for that little thing among her messy pile of stuff. Finally the woman managed to find him, under the seat cushion.

He looked at the screen of his smartphone, the smile that was seen on his face for a while now disappeared instantly. He answered the phone call, without a word coming out of his mouth. Just be quiet like a loyal listener.

Continuing to survive like that, what looks changed is his eyeballs getting wet. Before true tears – right out of his eyes, he got out of the chair and left the room. Locked himself in the room, I don't know how long.

The house that was filled with Calya's own voice is now gone. As for Calya, the ears that had been filled with the sound of her and Keanu now also disappeared. Replaced by another voice, the sound of crying.

The voice was like background music, accompanying the memory that was playing back in the woman's mind.

***

*I knew all this would happen in the end, what I expected of them. All this time everyone was fooled by the picture of a happy and perfect family that we showed, as well as me.

But that day. Yes, that day was the beginning. It was at first that I began to realize everything. About my family, about people

my old. That night has opened my eyes to everything, even what will happen after.

I don't know why now I'm still crying, the same cry that night*.

A little boy was lying on a bed. Cowering, with a blanket covering his entire body. He did not sleep, fully awake.

The clock shows at 11:20 pm that time, not the right time for a small child to wake up. If you look closer his body looks trembling, and behind the blanket there are tears flowing. 

The thing that frightened him was not just a horrible horror story. No, it's a lot more horrible.

The voice that was heard at this moment, was so loud that it was heard reaching into his room. In the living room downstairs, the origin of the sound was. From the middle-aged couple, the boy's parents.

“Can you stop! It's almost midnight and all you do is get angry – keep angry!” The man began to raise the tone of voice after being asked continuously by his wife.

“There are limits too! Don't you see that I'm tired?” the man still looks emotional.

“You tired?” ask the woman, it sounds more like an insinuation.

“Do you think working all day is not tiring?” the woman's innuendo makes her emotions go back up.

“You work from 8 am to 3 pm and you have fun – until late at night, of course you are exhausted,” the wife threw accusations at the husband.

“What do you mean have fun –?” ask the husband.

“Honest of all! You have another woman, right!” the wife made clear her allegations.

“You dare accuse me! Who do I work for every day? The man began to get angry at the wife's accusation.

“Now you use work as an excuse to drink – drink and cheat?” the woman again attacked her husband, convinced that his accusation was true.

“Terden! I'm going to sleep!” the husband went to the room followed by the wife. The loud noise from the closed door ended their fight that night.

While they slept soundly in the room. They forget that they are not the only ones who live in the house. Even they do not realize that their loud voice is able to wake up eight-year-old children who are dreaming beautifully.

That day the beautiful dream that Calya always had every night was awakened by a nightmare. A dream she could never forget in her entire life.

The next morning, the little girl did not leave the room. That day is Sunday, usually he with the spirit of waking up early to play with – other children.

But that day, he was too scared. He was scared when he came out, his parents were gone. He was afraid that if last night's quarrel happened again, especially if he had to see it head-on.

He kept thinking about all his fears while sitting by the bedside. The door to the room is open. The figure of a middle-aged woman appeared from there, Calya's mother. The woman smiled, “Calya, let's have breakfast,” take the woman.

Calya looked at her mother's face in doubt, reassuring herself whether the smile was real. Then slowly walked closer, until finally walking with his mother. They went down to the dining room, where his father had been sitting. “For Calya,” said the father greeted, the girl was silent.

They eat quietly, a routine that is common. It's just, because what the girl had heard last night made her feel that the atmosphere was quite tense.

“After meal directly ready – ready yes, we will go home om,” his father back to talk.

“Oh yes, now date 28 yes,” his mother said in response.

It is also a routine that is commonly done. Several times a month on holidays, they will visit your family home. Just visiting and eating together.

They finished their breakfast. After that Calya immediately returned to her room, immediately prepared as

what his father commanded.

Upon arrival at the family home, they were greeted warmly. Adults busy chatting while children – children busy playing. After some time passed, the aunt called – children who were playing on the front page to enter to eat lunch.

“Have hand washed yet?” ask one of the relatives to – children who started entering the dining room.

“Already,” replied the child – the child, one by one began to sit in the chair.

Everyone started eating their lunch, interspersed with a little conversation.

“Say Calya can rank one again huh?” ask one of the relatives, “Iya aunt,” Calya sounds shy – shy.

“Wah! Calya is smart. How did you educate him mbak – mas?” the woman Calya called aunty asked the parents after praising the child.

“Wah if I am busy every day at the office, try to ask her mother,” said Calya's father tried to humble, but her smile and small laughter clearly describe happiness.

“Nga no special way, he is indeed his son diligent. I just accompany aja,” just like the father, mother also tried to humble with a happy face.

“Waduh, How lucky! It looks like Calya will continue to be a family pride until big later,” said other relatives, they all laughed.

Calya didn't quite understand the meaning of the conversation. But he understood what he was seeing at the moment, his parents looked happy.

They smile, even laugh. Contrasted with what he heard last night. His father even gently rubbed his head, in contrast to the figure he heard shouting loudly last night.

That day, Calya realized that the news made her parents happy. He started thinking about continuing to give them happy tidings that could make them happy. Just to maintain the happiness he was witnessing right now.