Falling in Love with the Poet
CHAPTER 6.

Hilda Sawiden is a sophomore psychology student, cool too if I can go to college, I thought. Ah baby it's true I didn't go to college, otherwise I would be able to call myself the same as him.

" mother, I'm going to college next year." I said.

" Tumben, but you can't take art or satra." Mom said.

" It's up to mom, the important kelvin college."

" How about taking a management major or banknote." Ask my mom while she continues ironing.

" But it seems that Kelvin's psychology is better suited." Look at him and ask for his approval.

" If you're capable, Mom and Dad would agree." Continue to continue his work.

" When is the registration?" Said Mother.

" Mom next month, Kelvin will ask a friend to help find information."

I tried to reopen the novel file that I had barely touched for a month, trying to figure out an idea to continue. But there is not a single sentence that I can string together, do I try to make poetry alone in order to spark new ideas for my novel. But the poem I'm going to make about what, ah.it seems like about my admiration for Hilda can give me a different way of looking at a woman.

The warmth of the twilight shortly...

pass closed his might of the night...

In the lake of the heart...

struggling to be together...

O bearer girl...

Carve my race with your sweetness...

To be offered my bitter taste...

because it's beautiful you're drunk on me...

Your eyes filled my mind...

the shadows of your face colonize my brain...

I have time to bend your love...

in the dark corner of my waiting...

my room's 00.00.01

I read again the first poem for Hilda that I made, quite representative of my feelings. But the sense that was revealed from the poem still felt hesitant, it did not seem like I dared to frankly reveal. I plan to write a more honest poem about my feelings for her, in case this feeling of admiration turns into love. But for now let our relationship be like this, me as a patient and him as a prospective psychologist trying to help me.

Tonight I made an agreement with Hilda, she said she would introduce me to her friend who had a similar problem to me. So that we can share and strengthen each other, and find a way out of this problem.

I went to the location determined by Hilda, a golden-yellow house in Mandau Permai complex No 5. From then on I just stood still, the house in front of me was so big. Is it possible that Hilda lived here I thought, because I knew Hilda's appearance was so simple.

" Whoever is it." A security man looked at me suspiciously.

" Oh, not Hilda huh. He just came in." Said the father.

" Let me deliver, later mas tangent nyari place where." Then the father took me around the house through the back road.

Many times we went in and out of the door, before finally meeting Hilda. He wore black clothes, and some people wore the same color. I started to get suspicious of Hilda and her comrades, lest they become a sect. I often watch and read how a sect recruits its members, then makes a victim or victim of a supernatural ritual

But looking at the faces of the three of them besides Hilda I'm not sure of my thoughts. The faces of Hilda's friends are so beautiful, and all of them are women. It is possible that people as beautiful as that turn sadistic and brutal, then become violent. There was no negative aura from them, but at least I should also be prepared with all the possibilities.

" Kelvin here, why just bengong there." Hilda called out and waved her hand at me.

I step on my feet, looking left and right. Who knows what traps they've set for me. Seeing my strange behavior, Hilda's friends seemed dumbfounded. Hilda who seemed to know about my thoughts suddenly shouted.

" Kelvin, watch behind you."

I immediately reflexively broke into the floor and rolled forward twice. Hope something dangerous doesn't hit me. There was the sound of laughter from the four women who had surrounded me, the loudest voice of Hilda among her friends.

" You're doing Kelvin, using all the rolls." Hilda asked me while still laughing.

I see his friends don't stop laughing at me either, I'm like a puppet to them.

" You said watch out." I said to Hilda.

Hilda and her friends were getting louder and louder, some even sat down to hold her stomach that hurt to see what I did.

" Therefore so people do not suspect mulu, mostly watch Horror Movies anyway."

" You must have thought, that we are a secret sect. Because we all wear black." Hilda said to me.

" Yes, I think so." My answer. Hilda was great she could read my mind just by looking at my voice earlier.

" We have just returned home, because one of our friends has died." Hilda said to me.

The reason alone they all use black clothes and appear to be silent from earlier. I thought they were chanting a special mantra or practice before performing a ritual. Apparently they were grieving that a friend had died. But at least what I did earlier could slightly reduce their sadness.

" This is Kelvin, the freak I told you about yesterday." Hilda said to her friends.

" I'm Desi." A girl whose body was slightly lower than Hilda introduced herself to me.

" I'm Aira." The glasses lady next to Desi introduced herself to me.

" I'm Sophi." The woman I saw was the most beautiful of them all, even the beauty above the Hilda again.

" Hilda, how do you introduce me as a freak." My protest to Hilda.

" If you are not strange, then you will not be accepted in this group. Because those who are here have almost the same problem as you." Hilda tried to explain to me.

It turns out that after a brief explanation from Hilda, I just found out that this club is indeed Hilda for us - we are difficult to establish relationships with the opposite sex. Maybe it was a trauma or something I didn't understand. But if you look at the beautiful girls members but maybe the cause of the trauma is the same as me.

For example, the most beautiful Sophi, may be the same case with me. He shoots a boy at school in front of a crowd, then arrogantly rejects his love for Sophi. Ah, it makes no sense to me, even if someone dares to reject her love as beautiful as Sophi. Then the guy must have been in the same race with one school.