Not as Beautiful as His Love Poems
Why Is Not Her Love Poem?

"Uh... Chilling... So want to quickly go to sleep" said Lena speed up her steps.

Lena's almost at her house. But, how surprised he saw the large crowd in front of his house.

Among the crowd, her anxious parents were waiting for her.

"Lena!" shouted Madam Mila aware of the arrival of her daughter.

Everyone turned to the person they were waiting for.

"Well, where have you been, son?" weeping Miss Mila, hugging her daughter.

"Where are you going, son? You're okay, right?" Mr. Hadi asked the same thing, his face looked almost crying.

Seeing her parents hysterical, Lena who had been calm turned into a frenzy.

He saw the Sultan in the crowd. Seeing the flat face of the Sultan staring at him, the more his permanence grew.

"Where were you? We're worried, son. To the extent that the neighbors helped look for you." said Mr. Hadi, his voice slightly shook.

"Ah, I overestimate too much."

Lena, whose feelings are upset, replied carelessly. But he didn't mean that.

Lena entered his yard.

Because Mr. Hadi's words were not heard by Lena, he and his wife followed his daughter into the house.

As she entered the house, Lena could still hear the neighbors sneering at her. His heart immediately felt pain.

Lena closed the door to her room tightly. His parents ignored him who called and knocked on the door of his room.

Until no more voices are heard. Maybe her parents had gone to let her calm down.

Lena took the little box of hers and opened it.

.........

How beautiful the flower

I want to pick and put it in a glass vase

To keep it in the museum of love.

His life story is very colorful

I want to feel her soul that is running away

Her name is not as beautiful as expected, flowers

But I will be faithful until you are happy

End all suffering.

Hold my hand, we assemble together

I'll show you how beautiful the world is

A colorful world of love

The immeasurable gift of God

The ocean of love together

To you, I offer from my heart, O flower.

.........

Lena read the poem in order to get rid of the immortality of her heart.

But somehow, the more she read, the more her heart tightened. Unknowingly, Lena's tears flowed down, soaking up the poetry paper she was holding.

Why isn't my love story as beautiful as her love poems?

Why is it because of love that I have to be miserable?

My parents were crying for me.

The neighbors snickered me.

My first love was just staring at me.

Because of love, my life's messed up like a tangled thread that can't be broken.

What wrong?

Why does something called 'love' seem to make fun of me?

What I thought love was real, it was just a pseudo-image.

But why do you still like him?

While crying, he hugged the poem. It was as if he was accompanying her through a miserable night with a languid heart.

...***...

Looks like Lena's asleep in her sleep.

Suddenly the door of his room was opened by someone. The man walked over to Lena's bed.

He stared at Lena's puffy face because she cried for too long. Slowly fix Lena's messy blanket.

Lena woke up because she was the one who covered her.

"Mother?" Lena woke up rubbing her eyes.

"Why, mom?" lena asked in wonder, looking at her mother who was looking at her sadly.

Madam Mila sat on Lena's bedside.

"I'm sorry I'm the same mom, Len. Because of us, you become like this." said Miss Mila regretted.

"Huh, indeed" said Lena grumbling.

Mila smiled at her daughter's behavior. Accidentally, his eyes saw a paper on the nightstand, then took it.

"What's this?"

"J-don't, mom... " Lena tried to take the poetry paper in her mother's hand, but her mother held it in her hands.

"Astaghfirullah's... "

"Lena! Why do you make poetry like this? Dad and mom never taught you like gini loh, Len." said Miss Mila fierce. I was surprised to see the poetry she was reading.

"B-not mine, ma'am... " Lena stuttered.

"Who's this then?"

"I-that's got Kak Sultan" replied Lena timidly.

"What's? The sultan? It's Sultan's?" asked Miss Mila, more surprised to hear it. And a nod by Lena.

"I don't think the kid I know could be this suicidal?" shock Madam Mila can't believe it. His hand shook holding the poem.

"But why is this the same as you?"

There was no reply from Lena, she was just scratching her cheeks.

Long they remained silent.

"The name of life is not as beautiful as expected, Lena." suddenly Madam spoke following the poem she read earlier.

"What do you mean mom?" ask Lena confused.

"We can't force love if that person doesn't love us, son."

"Mom why are you talking about that?" lena asked with a slightly offended feeling.

"Mother knows you like the Sultan."

"Eh? W-okok mom can tell? Though Lena hasn't said it." surprised Lena.

"Where can you not know, if in the morning you want to go to the market, the mother is confronted by the same girl who was just like a rocking duck in front of the house" replied Madam Mila smiling.

Red was on Lena's face when she heard her mother's words. He remembered his behavior during Junior High who liked to hide waiting for the Sultan and his sisters who came out of the house to go to school.

"Uh... Mothers... Why do you remember what happened at that time, Mom?" Lena covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"But, you know what, ma'am?"

"Ah, your father is insensitive" replied Ms. Mila laughing. Followed by Lena's giggling laughter.

Madam Mila was silent, she looked at her daughter.

"Son, it seems you also know that the Sultan has only considered you as a sister, right?" ask Miss Mila carefully.

"Lena knows, ma'am."

"But... Lena liked it, ma'am. "lena's head was down, her voice was trembling a little.

"You can't force a Sultan who doesn't love you, son."

"I also can't be forced to marry if I don't like Mr. Ibrahim's son." Lena said stubbornly.

Mila felt guilty.

"You don't know because you don't know him yet, son." said Ms. Mila.

"Everyone's father and mother have met the same person? Never has he?" deny Lena's upset.

Madam Mila was silent.

"I've loved Sultan for a long time, so I can get to know him. If the same son of Mr. Ibrahim, I do not know, ma'am. Most of what I like is Kak Sultan, not the same son of Pak Ibrahim. Anyway I don't want to be forced into marriage." said Lena slightly shaking.

"But, son... Better to be loved than to love." said Madam Mila.

Feeling sorry to see Lena who is too stubborn, to the point of not being aware of the reality. If he languishes because of the love that never comes to him.

Lena who realized what her mother meant, her eyes started to glaze over. Can't be held anymore, immediately spill his cry.