The Love of the Poet
Episode 12's

Second Part**as**

The Love of the Poet

            When I woke up from fainting, I found my body in a bed

a hospital I don't know his name. I unconsciously looked to the side

right, I'm surprised. I felt like there was a man who

sitting on the edge of my bed. After my consciousness recovered and my eyes could see

clearly, Mr. Beib sat down while holding my hand. Reflek immediately I pull the wrist

my hand.

            “Loh, why am I here, sir?

What's wrong with me?” ask me with a head that still feels dizzy.

            “So you passed out in Naina's office.

The doctor said your stomach wasn't good. Your stomach's hurt. The doctor said you eat often

instant noodles. Why don't you pay attention to your health?”

            My body is so limp. Mr. Beib's question made me want to cry, but I held back. Why did I get an ulcer, no

pay attention to health and always eat instant noodles? Should I kneel if

I sent almost my entire salary to my mom and dad, and my sister so they could

paying for electricity, water and not starving? I'm not a good journalist

looking outside of my job. Beberapakali is an offer to

being a model and a soap opera star came, but I refused.  There is an idealism that one day I will

become a qualified journalist, who uses his brain to create, not

through beauty and beautiful body. And as I have already kneeled

before, I held out for a fast if my salary was depleted and exhausted.

Let my mother, father and brother not starve, not hard, let me be the one

sensed it. Remembering that, without me noticing my tears dripping.

            “Pak Beib, please release the hand

i'm. My stomach hurts so much..” I said weakly. The tears wet the

my cheek.

            “Oh Good Naina. I'm calling the nurse, please,

yes!” said quick.

            “No need, sir, maybe the medicine is working. You just go home, you still have a lot of work.”, I said

stammered.

            “Don't be official so Naina.

I've told you many times don't call me Father. Call Beib only.”

he said he still held my hand.

            “Pak, don't get mad. Duh my stomach

it hurts so.” I said while enduring the intense pain around my stomach.

            Mr. Beib looks panicked. Then it was

I pushed the button above my head. “Please sister, Miss Naina

pain...” he said in an anxious tone.

            I shed tears, held back

a pain. “If...if...i am not, please find Reina's name on Mobile.

i'm. She's my mother, please tell me about my situation..” my words are weak.

            I don't know what happened then, there was a warm body hugging me firmly, after which it was a furore

happen. And I heard Mr. Beib saying while patting

my cheek. “Naina darling...Naina dear.don't go, don't faint.ayo open.

your eyes Naina..”.

            A week after that, the news that I knew from Mas Heri and friends, I had surgery. A few inches of my intestines were cut off due to infection and rotting. Luckily I was free of deadly bowel cancer. For a week there was a story I later learned from Ace. Mr. Beib is a very worried figure

with my circumstances. He was the one who financed my intestinal surgery, and every day he

who is always beside me. Ace knows that.

            “Sik, it looks like Mr. Beib is scared to lose Mr. I think he fell in love with Mr...” said Ace, said,

            “No. Can't do. I don't want him to love me, Ce.  I don't fit in

with him. We're between the ground and the sky. I am a land full of mud and dust.

But he is perfect with his existence. I don't want him to love me.

Later there will be great suffering and trouble Ace. Really.” Saying with

watery eyes.

            “This is not a matter of land and sky.

But it's about love. You cannot deny it if God has already

willed.” Said Ace again.

            I was silent for quite a while. Before long the door opened, Mas Heri and almost all my journalist friends came rushing in.

            “I'm sorry, Mas. I can't see the posts coming down this Week.” I said as Mas Heri held my hand and rubbed my forehead. I think of Mas Heri as my own brother.

He is also a substitute for parents who are far away from me. And Mas Heri knew that.

            “Do not think of Naina. Everything's sorted out. We don't want you to get sick thinking about work. Never mind, the important thing is you are really healthy first, then we will gather again, yes my sister?”

            “Thank you, Mas...” my words are still in a weak voice.

            Friends entertained me with their funny stories during the coverage. Only Ace laughed once in a while. I know what he feels. Ace has a strong instinct about

someone's feelings. I remember when a private television cameraman

like me, Ace said it. Even though the man I refused to say his name

it loved me so much, I still refused her love. The always cliche reason

just as I didn't want to tell him.

            “Why don't you want the same cameraman

that it? Now he is a producer, and reportedly already has Production

House by yourself.” Ace.

            “Maybe forever I won't

married, Ce,” I replied.

            “Why?”

            I finally told you all the secrets of my life. “The parents of the men who like me will definitely rethink if they will have a daughter-in-law like me. Word ‘gila’

it was very painful Ce.Yes at the beginning still looks fine, he said,

but after a few years, the real nature will be revealed. If that guy

so my husband is angry and upset, the whereabouts of my sister will definitely be

undercover. I don't want my life to suffer any more

like that.” my word.

    Now near my bed Ace stood pensive. When my best friends and Mas Heri returned to the office, Ace approached me. “Cik, I think Mr. Beib is not what you think. I think, I taste,

since he loves the same Mr, then he is willing to give his all. Proofs, though,

in the midst of mass media competition with online media again incessantly, sir

Beib is willing to fund the boy's tabloid. I think that's all him

do it because he loves the same. The proof Mr. who was told to be

Pemrednya.”

            “Emang you know from where, Ce?” my many.

            “Gue knows when we interview him

firwst time. His eyes never left Mr. Until she wears it

Warm clothes because of the cold. From his attitude, he had already fallen in love the same

Mr. Bener.”

            I didn't reply to Ace's words, though,

the photographer who is always with me when reporting. When Mr. Beib came in the afternoon

that day visiting me, Ace was getting ready to leave. Strange feelings began to run

myself. I don't know why, I miss the poems of the Morning Star. Oh, is

what happened to me? Who do I like, Morning Star or Mr Beib?

In the state of my stomach that is sore due to the former stitches of surgery, that worry

it stoned my heart (Connected)