Falling in Love with the Poet
CHAPTER 4
First of all I have to change my appearance, that's what my brother said if I want to approach a woman. The woman doesn't want a man who looks rancid, they're just like we like something fresh. I looked at my face carefully in the mirror, my hair looking long. Both my eyeballs look a bit sunken with a slightly black color underneath because of lack of rest. Slightly pale and does not look fresh. My body is also less shaped, unlike my athletic sister. I'm the most anti-sport, the only sport I've mastered is chess. So today I have to go to the salon first to change my appearance.
After returning from the salon, I deliberately relax in the family room to wait for my brother to come. I wanted to ask her what she thought of my new appearance. I turn on the TV to see some current gossip, because usually the woman likes the guy who when she talks to. They love the gossip of celebrities who are trending. That's according to my brother Hasmi. That's why I'm now trying to change my normal habits to normal. My mother who was cooking in the kitchen passed behind me, she paused for a moment and looked at me in disbelief.
" You're Kelvin, right?" Ask me.
" Yes mom, it's me Kelvin why." I said.
" You're okay, there's nothing wrong with your brain...Or maybe your head hit you?" My mom followed me with questions.
" Kelvin's fine, ma'am." I said.
" That's why your change is so fast and dramatic." Ask again.
" Kelvin's just tired of the old look."
" It's like this like a new person." He said, as it passed.
Yes indeed my appearance changed 180 degrees, from munching and blending into short and neat pieces. In the past, if at home my days were only spent in the room. I even forgot when I last relaxed in the living room. That's what makes me seem like the strangest creature in the family. After hours of waiting for my Brother to finally come too, he just smiled looking at my new appearance.
" The first step is finished, the next step is the second." Said.
" What is that brother?"My toot.
" Now many understand their way of life and their feelings, many listen rather than speak. Then start hanging out with them and don't cover yourself up." His word.
This afternoon as usual me and my two best friend's freaks will gather together. The place today, we choose a little far from the crowd because to look for a new atmosphere. The place is a little eccentric with pictures of various flowers on each wall, purple and pink motifs dominate this cafe. This is the socialite village in my town. Dobi deliberately chose this place to familiarize me and Jarno with the way women association today. It felt so crazy for both of us, everything felt new and foreign. There were a few words they said I had never heard at all, her prettiest and rich pretentious style made me feel like vomiting. But I have to be strong, no more words backwards in my dictionary.
I saw Dobi greeting some of the visitors, it seemed like he already knew them. We're looking for an empty table, it looks like it's all filled up.
" Well, we'll wait or find somewhere else." Dobi.
" We just wait, if we have to find another place to go around again." Jarno.
" We'll join him yok." Take Dobi.
" Shame ah, I don't know." I said.
" The man should be able to defeat shame. Because girls are mostly waiting, we have to start." Dobi.
" Let me go first, if he wants us to join I'll tell you." Continue Dobi.
Dobi walked up to him, they both seemed to be talking about something. Did not see the awkward impression of Dobi's movements, it seems he was used to communicating with people he just knew. If I were in his current position, maybe only a few words would come out of my mouth.
I saw Dobi waving at us, inviting us to join. Jarno and I went there.
" Include the one wearing these glasses Jarno and next to him Kelvin." Dobi said introducing us both.
" I'm Hilda." The girl introduced herself.
" Working or still in college. Ask.
" I went to college while I was working." Reply Jarno.
" What about Kelvin?" Hilda asked me.
" I Work but I'm a bully." I answered carelessly, Because I have so much to explain my status.
If I wanted to tell you the evidence, I can get money from my writing, even if sometimes only occasionally. But if I say work, I wonder if what I'm doing now is worth what I call work. I'm so sorry I don't want to go to college, at least if it's asked like this I can answer that I'm a student.
" What is work but what is it like?" Hilda asked again because of my confusion.
" Oh I mean freelance." I try to find a word that is easy to understand.
Hilda was a student in Psychology. Now it's only semester two, which means we're almost the same age. He was friendly and easy to get along with, the proof is not yet an hour we know. We seem to have been friends for a long time.
