Falling in Love with the Poet
CHAPTER 2

" Kelvin wakes up, his constant work is sleeping." My brother's voice came from outside the room. I who was having a beautiful dream woke up, you crazy man I said in my heart. He's the most annoying creature to me right now. Unlike the other brothers who have always been protective of his sister, he was to me like a mosquito in a dark place and always buzzing in the orange. Never my days are lonely without nagging and disorder, even his chatter beat the grandmothers affected by hypertension. I'm also sometimes weird, kok girls at home with guys like that huh. She has a dual personality, which can turn out to be the most caring person when in front of others and become a witch grandmother when she meets me. Ah bodo very, I closed my ears with a headset and went back to sleep.

The sound of the door was heard in the kick so loud.

" You want to get up or brother's knocking down the door." Hasmi's voice came from outside

If it was like that, I would have to get up and go out to see him. There are usually orders I have to do.

" Wash the car first, I want to take my Mom and Dad to my girlfriend's house" he said

" What event is there in Maika's house?" Plain ask.

Maika is my sister Hasmi's lover, they've been dating for about 4 years. Now he works as a director at an auto parts manufacturing company. Beautiful, white, pinter and considerate, why do I mention attention. Because he's always been protecting me from my brother's interference. Contrary to the reverse of Brother Hasmi who is angry and wants to win himself even though he is handsome. Sometimes I'm also strange why Brother Maika really put up with my brother huh.

" So don't sleep, today I want a fiancee with maika." Hurry up and wash the car.

Last night I saw some things wrapped beautifully on the living room table. I thought only to be sent to customers from my mother, because my mother in addition to taking care of the house also took the time to sell online.

Means that's how bad my position is at home, so there's an event like this I'm not involved in.

" Why am I not in kasi tau sis?" My toot.

" You are busy with your own world. Cook everyone from yesterday busy preparing for this event you don't know." Answer my Brother Hasmi.

" Already. Quickly wash the car there, kasian later Maika family will wait." My mother said mediate our quarrel.

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Taking a deep breath, I completely lost the idea of finishing chapter 5. This is the seventh day without a single writing added to my novel. My novel that I'm writing is about a man who had to kill his love for another girl because he already had a wife and his wife did not love him either. It seems I have to ask Jarno how it is best to continue with my novel.

" Jarnonya's got a bi?" I asked his assistant Jarno who opened my door.

" There's a mas, in his room." The answer.

Jarno's room is located on the second floor, next to his room there is a mini library with chairs and tables to read various collections of books. His father and mother who is a lecturer did make this space become his favorite space. Jarno family usually spend a lot of time in this room.

" What's bro." I asked Jarno who was busy turning back an old newspaper.

" Remain the reference material for a poem in the style of the old language." He answered without regard to my presence. If it is like this then waiting for it to be finished is the best way.

" What's the problem, the tumbens at home?" The katana.

" It looks like my idea ran out, bro, I really can't continue the story. It's been one week there's not a single huruppun that I added. how the solution is this boss." Much

"You should stop first to get there, because the name of the idea he can not be forced out. He will flow on his own, so deal with your surroundings. Because we can get ideas from our observations of the environment." Jarno.

" To start a good piece of writing, it's best to start writing what's closest to you. Maybe even your personal experience can make up a story with the addition of your imagination." Further

" Then I have to make a new work dong, while waiting for the idea of the old work?" Ask again.

" It's better, if you want to make a love story, it would be nice if you are in love or at least never feel in love" he said.

When I talk about love, I wonder what story to tell. Because first and last I fell in love with third grade Junior High. Falling in love with a girl named Dina Kristina eighth grade, then being rejected out loud in front of a crowd.

Maybe because of the trauma of the incident, then I was as if anti-woman.