Detik Kami di Jalanan - Vocaloid Gakupo Luka

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Our Street Moment After staying by the graffiti wall for a while, Luka suddenly remembered something. "Gakupo." "Hmm?" She looked around, then turned her gaze toward the graffiti they had just created together. "I don't think we've taken a photo together yet." Gakupo followed her gaze. "I guess we haven't." "The photographer has been taking all our pictures this whole time." Luka took out her phone with a smile. "This time, let's take one ourselves." Gakupo nodded. "Sure." The two walked over to the graffiti they had just finished. Luka opened her phone's camera and adjusted the frame slightly. "This should work." Gakupo glanced at the screen. "A little more to the side." "Here?" "Yeah." Their figures appeared in the center of the screen, with the purple and pink lines they had created together behind them. Luka looked at the screen and smiled. "It's pretty." "I'm glad you like it." "I'm not talking about the graffiti. I'm talking about the photo." "I know." Luka couldn't help laughing. "Then let's take it." The two looked toward the camera together. Click. The first photo was taken. Luka looked at it. "Not bad." Gakupo leaned closer to take a look as well. "Yeah." "But it looks a little too ordinary." "Then let's take another one." "Okay." The second photo. Then the third. Neither of them was particularly concerned about striking a specific pose. They simply changed their expressions naturally. Sometimes they looked at the camera together. Sometimes they glanced at each other. There were even a few photos that captured them while they were talking. Luka flipped through the pictures, becoming happier the more she looked at them. "This one is really good." She pointed to one of them. In the photo, she was smiling as she looked at Gakupo, while Gakupo happened to be looking back at her. "This one?" "Yeah." "Then keep it." "Of course." Luka continued scrolling. "This one is nice too." "Keep it." "What about this one?" "Keep that one too." Luka looked up. "Why do you say to keep every single one?" Gakupo looked at her. "Because every one of them is good." "If you say that, it'll be impossible to choose." "Then keep them all." Luka paused for a moment. Then she smiled. "That might work." She put her phone away and looked at the graffiti on the wall again. "Now we have photos that belong to us." "Yeah." "And the background is something we drew together." Gakupo nodded. "So it'll be a meaningful memory." Luka smiled softly. "Whenever we see these photos in the future, we'll remember today." "Not just today." "Hmm?" Gakupo looked at her. "We'll also remember what we created together." Luka was quiet for a moment. Then she nodded. "That's true." The two looked at the graffiti again. The simple purple and pink lines intertwined across the wall. They were not particularly elaborate, but because they had created them together, they seemed especially meaningful. Luka suddenly picked up her phone again. "One last photo." Gakupo smiled. "Another one?" "Yeah. This time, I want to take it a little closer." "Okay." The two moved a little closer together. Luka raised her phone. "Ready?" "Ready." "Three, two, one." Click. The photo was captured. Luka looked down at the screen, a satisfied smile appearing on her face. "This one is the best." Gakupo looked at it. "I think so too." Neither of them said anything more. They simply looked at the photo together. In it were their smiles, along with the colors that belonged to the two of them. Simple, yet just right. And that selfie became the photo from the entire street shoot that needed the least direction from the photographer. --------- Malaysia Selepas berehat seketika di tepi dinding grafiti, Luka tiba-tiba teringat sesuatu. "Gakupo." "Hmm?" Dia memandang sekeliling, kemudian mengalihkan pandangan ke arah grafiti yang baru mereka hasilkan bersama. "Rasanya kita belum ambil gambar bersama lagi." Gakupo mengikut arah pandangannya. "Nampaknya begitu." "Selama ini jurugambar yang mengambil semua gambar kita." Luka mengeluarkan telefonnya sambil tersenyum. "Kali ini, biar kita ambil sendiri." Gakupo mengangguk. "Baiklah." Mereka berdua berjalan ke arah grafiti yang baru sahaja mereka siapkan. Luka membuka kamera telefonnya dan melaraskan bingkai sedikit. "Macam ini sepatutnya boleh." Gakupo melihat skrin. "Ke tepi sedikit lagi." "Di sini?" "Ya." Siluet mereka muncul di tengah skrin, dengan garisan ungu dan merah jambu yang mereka hasilkan bersama berada di belakang. Luka melihat skrin lalu tersenyum. "Cantiknya." "Saya gembira awak suka." "Saya bukan cakap tentang grafiti. Saya cakap tentang gambar." "Saya tahu." Luka tidak dapat menahan ketawa. "Kalau begitu, mari kita ambil." Mereka berdua memandang kamera. Klik. Gambar pertama pun diambil. Luka melihatnya. "Tidaklah teruk." Gakupo turut mendekat untuk melihatnya. "Ya." "Tapi macam terlalu biasa." "Kalau begitu, ambil satu lagi." "Baik." Gambar kedua. Kemudian gambar ketiga. Mereka tidak terlalu memikirkan tentang gaya tertentu. Mereka hanya menukar ekspresi secara semula jadi. Kadang-kadang mereka memandang kamera bersama. Kadang-kadang mereka saling memandang. Ada juga beberapa gambar yang sempat merakam mereka ketika sedang berbual. Luka melihat satu demi satu gambar itu, dan semakin dilihat, semakin gembira wajahnya. "Yang ini cantik." Dia menunjuk salah satu gambar. Dalam gambar itu, Luka sedang tersenyum sambil memandang Gakupo, manakala Gakupo kebetulan sedang memandangnya kembali. "Yang ini?" "Ya." "Simpanlah." "Sudah tentu." Luka terus melihat gambar yang seterusnya. "Yang ini pun bagus." "Simpan." "Yang ini pula?" "Yang itu pun simpan." Luka mengangkat kepalanya. "Kenapa setiap gambar pun awak suruh simpan?" Gakupo memandangnya. "Sebab semuanya bagus." "Kalau awak cakap macam itu, saya langsung tak tahu nak pilih yang mana." "Kalau begitu, simpan semuanya." Luka terdiam seketika. Kemudian dia tersenyum. "Boleh juga." Dia menyimpan semula telefonnya dan memandang dinding grafiti itu sekali lagi. "Sekarang kita ada gambar yang menjadi milik kita sendiri." "Ya." "Dan latarnya pula sesuatu yang kita lukis bersama." Gakupo mengangguk. "Jadi ia akan menjadi kenangan yang bermakna." Luka tersenyum lembut. "Nanti bila kita tengok gambar-gambar ini, kita akan teringat hari ini." "Bukan hari ini sahaja." "Hmm?" Gakupo memandangnya. "Kita juga akan teringat sesuatu yang kita hasilkan bersama." Luka terdiam seketika. Kemudian dia mengangguk. "Betul juga." Mereka berdua kembali memandang grafiti itu. Garisan ungu dan merah jambu yang ringkas saling bersilang di dinding. Ia tidaklah begitu rumit, tetapi kerana mereka menciptanya bersama, ia terasa sangat istimewa. Luka tiba-tiba mengangkat telefonnya semula. "Satu gambar terakhir." Gakupo tersenyum. "Lagi?" "Ya. Kali ini saya mahu ambil lebih dekat sedikit." "Baik." Mereka berdua mendekat sedikit. Luka mengangkat telefonnya. "Dah bersedia?" "Dah." "Tiga, dua, satu." Klik. Gambar itu berjaya dirakam. Luka melihat skrin dan tersenyum puas. "Yang ini paling cantik." Gakupo melihatnya. "Saya pun rasa begitu." Mereka tidak berkata apa-apa lagi. Mereka hanya melihat gambar itu bersama-sama. Dalam gambar tersebut terdapat senyuman mereka berdua, bersama warna yang menjadi milik mereka. Ringkas, tetapi sempurna. Dan swafoto itu akhirnya menjadi gambar dalam sesi fotografi jalanan tersebut yang paling tidak memerlukan sebarang arahan daripada jurugambar.