Falling in Love with the Poet
CHAPTER 3

Tonight was so quiet, only the roar of the sound of motors and cars racing to reach their destination was heard. The words from Jarno were reflected in my mind, if you want to write a good theme that you raise must be the one you have experienced or at least you have ever felt it. I deserve that all this time my writing is so bland if it is read, maybe because what I write has not been able to describe perfectly. That's because I've never experienced it in person.

I am twenty years old now, but if the love problem my experience is minimal. While my average writing is a romance theme, both novel and poetry. Means if my writing wants good I must often experience the feeling of falling in love, longing and pain because of love. How could I do that, my confidence was suddenly shattered and lost when I got close to women. Maybe this is because of my trauma when I was rejected by Dina first.

Hu..what could this geeky me be fuckboy. But this is a must if I want my writing to be good, because I have chosen writing is my way of life. I have to prove to both my parents and my brothers that what I chose was right. Otherwise, I will forever be a loser in this family.

My head is getting dizzy to start my whole day so my fackboy's from nowhere. Dozens of times I try to search for it on google, all the tips they offer do not make sense to me. I tried to ask my best friend Dobi who really likes women, he just said it's not your world. Fackboy is an instinct that has been created by God. Maybe I should try asking Jarno again, but he's only two levels better than me when it comes to love. Hence he wrote more about the divinity and the game world that indeed reflected him.

The last solution is just one, ask my brother Hasmi. He is very competent and experienced in this world. If not, where might Maika's brother who is perfect enough to be invited by her fiance. But how do I ask with that one strange human, that there is even me who will be the material of the plug. I strengthen my resolve, whatever he will do later I must be ready. The important thing is that I have knowledge, I don't want to be a loser in this family forever.

Early in the morning I woke up, I washed my brother's car in front of the house. This car was obtained after getting a prize from the government for being able to donate a bronze medal in the Sea Games race. I should be able to please him first, then I prepare the coffee and the sarapanya. My mom and dad were just looking at my drastic change. Ah what matters to me is that my goal is achieved, my brother Hasmi's knowledge should be able to get.

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" So I'm up, breakfast is ready for you." I said while knocking on his room.

I saw his room open, looked at him with a strange look. Then pinch the ladder a few times.

" I'm not dreaming?" Ask.

" It's noon, brother, no activity today?" I asked to return to him. I didn't notice her still strange eyes on me.

I saw him go to the dinner shirt, at the dinner table I prepared spicy fried rice with cow's eye eggs. That is his favorite food, last night I had to see a few times the tutorial to make fried rice on youtube in order to make it.

" Well, what's it like, brother?"

" It's good for a beginner."

" Sit here, what's up?" Said to me.

My sister has indeed memorized my habits from childhood. If he wants it, he will always be fine.

" This is my brother, Kelvin wants it how to get girls." Much

" he..ha.... Since when have you been interested in girls?" He asked me back

" This is my brother, I'm tired of saying losers to friends?" I said give her a reason, without mentioning my true desire.

" Okay, you wash your sister's car for a week. After that, I taught you how." Said.

" Promise O Brother." I said.

I had to follow my brother's words to be his bitch for a week. I do this for all my ambitions.