Novel: Episode 1 Melodi di Balik Awan

 **Surat dari Langit**





Amara membuka jendela kamarnya yang menghadap ke jalan kecil yang sepi. Udara pagi yang dingin membawa aroma rumput basah, mengingatkannya pada masa kecilnya saat ia bermain di taman dengan ayahnya. Hidupnya kini terasa seperti jalan yang lurus tanpa belokan, monoton dan tanpa warna. Amara adalah seorang mahasiswi semester akhir yang hidupnya berkutat pada tugas, pekerjaan paruh waktu di toko buku, dan sesekali bermain gitar tua di sudut kamar.

Pagi itu, sesuatu yang berbeda terjadi. Saat ia meneguk kopi hangat, sebuah amplop kuning pucat terselip di bawah pintu apartemennya. Tidak ada nama pengirim, hanya tertulis "Untuk Amara" dengan tulisan tangan yang miring. Ia ragu sejenak sebelum akhirnya membuka amplop itu. Di dalamnya, ia menemukan selembar kertas tebal yang memancarkan aroma aneh, seperti kayu yang terbakar.

Isi Surat:
"Di balik awan, ada melodi yang menantimu. Dengarkan hatimu, dan temukan langkah pertamamu di tempat di mana cerita dimulai."

Amara terdiam, membaca surat itu berulang kali. Pesannya sederhana tetapi menggugah rasa penasaran yang tak bisa ia abaikan. “Apa ini semacam lelucon?” pikirnya. Tapi, sesuatu di dalam dirinya berkata lain. Surat itu terasa sangat personal, seperti ditulis untuknya dan hanya untuknya.

Amara mencoba mencari petunjuk. "Di mana cerita dimulai?" bisiknya. Pikiran pertamanya adalah taman kota tempat ia sering bermain gitar saat kecil. Tanpa berpikir panjang, ia membawa gitar tuanya dan berjalan menuju taman itu.

Di taman, kenangan masa kecilnya mengalir seperti film lama. Ia melihat bangku kayu yang pernah ia duduki bersama ayahnya, mendengar tawa anak-anak bermain, dan mencium aroma bunga yang sama seperti dulu. Namun, tidak ada petunjuk yang jelas tentang surat itu. Amara mulai merasa surat itu hanyalah omong kosong, hingga ia melihat seorang anak kecil dengan balon merah mendekatinya.

Anak itu memberikan secarik kertas kecil tanpa berkata apa-apa, lalu pergi begitu saja. Di kertas itu tertulis satu kalimat: "Setiap nada dimulai dari senyap. Temukan keheningan di tengah keramaian."

Amara bingung, tetapi juga penasaran. Ia duduk di bangku kayu, memejamkan mata, dan mencoba mendengarkan sekitarnya. Di tengah hiruk-pikuk taman, ia mulai mendengar sesuatu yang aneh—suara gitar, lembut dan menyentuh, seolah berasal dari udara di sekitarnya. Itu bukan melodi yang ia kenal, tetapi nadanya membangkitkan perasaan damai yang aneh.

Ketika Amara membuka matanya, dia menyadari seseorang duduk di bangku lain, tidak jauh darinya. Seorang pria muda dengan rambut gelap dan pandangan yang tenang sedang memainkan gitar. Nada yang dimainkan pria itu sama seperti yang Amara dengar sebelumnya.

“Apa ini?” Amara memberanikan diri untuk bertanya, tetapi pria itu hanya tersenyum dan mengangguk ke arah jalan setapak di taman. Di sana, Amara melihat simbol yang diukir di sebuah pohon tua—sebuah not musik dengan garis melingkar di sekitarnya.

“Langkah pertama,” gumam pria itu sebelum menghilang di tengah keramaian taman.

Amara mendekati pohon itu dan menyentuh ukirannya. Saat jarinya menyentuh simbol tersebut, ia merasa seperti aliran listrik kecil menyengatnya. Tiba-tiba, ia tahu satu hal pasti: surat itu bukan sekadar pesan acak. Itu adalah panggilan untuk sebuah perjalanan yang akan mengubah hidupnya.


**Ke Post Selanjutnya**

In English


**Letter from Heaven**

Amara opened her bedroom window, which faced a quiet little street. The cool morning air carried the scent of wet grass, reminding her of her childhood days playing in the park with her father. Her life now felt like a straight road without any turns—monotonous and colorless. Amara was a final-semester university student whose days revolved around assignments, a part-time job at a bookstore, and occasionally playing an old guitar in the corner of her room.

That morning, something different happened. As she sipped her warm coffee, a pale yellow envelope was slipped under her apartment door. There was no sender’s name, only the words “For Amara” written in slanted handwriting. She hesitated for a moment before finally opening the envelope. Inside, she found a thick piece of paper that gave off a strange scent, like burnt wood.

The Letter’s Content: "Beyond the clouds, a melody awaits you. Listen to your heart and take your first step where the story began."

Amara paused, reading the letter repeatedly. Its message was simple but stirred a curiosity she couldn’t ignore. “Is this some kind of joke?” she wondered. Yet, something inside her suggested otherwise. The letter felt deeply personal, as though it was written for her and only for her.

Amara tried to find a clue. "Where the story began?" she whispered. Her first thought was the city park where she often played guitar as a child. Without much thought, she grabbed her old guitar and headed toward the park.

At the park, childhood memories flowed like an old film. She saw the wooden bench she used to sit on with her father, heard the laughter of children playing, and smelled the flowers just as she had years ago. However, there were no clear hints about the letter. Amara began to think the letter might be meaningless until she noticed a little boy with a red balloon approaching her.

The boy handed her a small piece of paper without saying a word and then walked away. The paper bore a single sentence: "Every note begins with silence. Find the silence amidst the noise."

Amara was puzzled but also intrigued. She sat on the wooden bench, closed her eyes, and tried to listen to her surroundings. Amid the park’s bustle, she began to hear something unusual—a guitar sound, soft and soulful, seemingly coming from the air around her. It wasn’t a melody she recognized, but its notes evoked a strange, peaceful feeling.

When Amara opened her eyes, she realized someone was sitting on another bench nearby—a young man with dark hair and a calm gaze playing a guitar. The tune he played was the same as what Amara had just heard.

“What is this?” Amara mustered the courage to ask, but the man only smiled and nodded toward a pathway in the park. There, Amara saw a symbol carved into an old tree—a musical note encircled by a spiral.

“The first step,” the man murmured before disappearing into the park’s bustling crowd.

Amara approached the tree and touched the carving. As her fingers brushed against the symbol, she felt a slight jolt of electricity. Suddenly, she was certain of one thing: the letter was not just a random message. It was a call to a journey that would change her life.


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