The Love of the Poet
Episode 15's
Fifteenth Section
The Love of the Poet
And what I was worried about finally came true. I should have followed what
pronounced Ace, positive thinking, don't worry too much, little ‘cuek’, little,
don't be paranoid. Yes, as Ronda Byrne wrote in her book
The Secret, what we keep thinking, then it'll come true and
it's going to be like we want it to be. Yeah, in the middle of my anxiety about oplag
tabloids are on the decline, I'm also worried about the impact that comes with the passage
finance raised a hundred percent of my salary. I can't do anything about it. And the
in contrast, Mr. Beib began to blatantly show his affection for me. Time after time
in the messenger he told me love.
The gossip finally spread like a meteor streak in the sky. Even the office boy knows. I really don't like that guy,
but there was a sense of resentment that soared in my chest. He has become a capitalist
who embraced my freedom as a human being. I'm ashamed, really very
embarrassed. While holding back my tears, I poured all my feelings on Mas Heri,
my superior. He became the general leader for both tabloids where I worked.
“I can't do it anymore, Mom. The suffering I experienced seemed to be a weapon to paralyze my pride. I'm not happy with my hundred percent salary increase, sir's attention
Beib overdoing it on me also makes me go awry. Honestly, I don't want everything
this happen. Let me just eat instant noodles, go home to my kost-san with
on foot, but I enjoy my freedom and independence.” I said to Mas
Herr.
“Lho, why do you think like that? Naina, Mr. Beib is good, what he does is not just to help you, but to help us all. You naturally receive a hundred
percent increase in salary, because you have tried hard to raise the oplag
The Rainbow Children Tabloid. You're the Editor-in-Chief, so it's okay if
the percentage of your salary increase is higher than other friends. Anyway, anyway,
if Mr. Beib likes you, what's wrong? He is a bachelor, you are too.
If each of you is married, then in love with each other, that is
yang bothered. You and Mr. Beib are going to hurt a lot. Just relax, just relax,
people talking about you is normal, it's their right. You don't have to bother, though,
over time what they thought was strange and extraordinary, would become
unremarkable. Already, just think about your work, don't think about the heavy, heavy,
your maag will relapse again. Calm your mind..” Mas Heri said while
holding my head, like a brother who is attentive to his sister.
For some reason, hearing Mas Heri's words, I became even more sad. My mind's mixed. While editing some of the short stories and poems that school children send to load, water
my eyes hit one at a time. Shortly the message on my messenger sounded. An
the poem appeared there.
Heart Word
Naina, eliminate
suspicious of your deepest thoughts
I always
feeling and saying to ourselves, between us there is no need to suspect each other
Surely you
suspecting this relationship is full of engineering
You're wrong
My deepest sense
you're not the scenario between rich and poor
He is not
in the pseudo absurdity
He's not anyway
it's a story of a picisan novel
Like Cinderella
Me and you
it has been driven by taste
Deepest sense
from the love I've held for you all these years
Come on, Naina,
get rid of all the doubt
I'm sure you were created
for me
Yes for me
Stars/July/2020
Whether it's poetry or some kind of outpouring of heart, my crying is getting fuller after reading those well-ordered sentences. I feel like he's the Morning Star, the one who fills my lonely days and
the turmoil of the flow of life I'm living. But it turns out he's Beib, though,
he's a businessman who has everything, not a bohemian poet who
imprinted on my mind. Star, why are you embodied in Beib's figure? Wh why?
I wiped my tears slowly. Really, I feel lost
The star, the poet who has sent me hundreds of words of love.
The love of the poet, that's always on my mind.
The Editor's Meeting this time was again attended by Mr. Beib. In the midst of meetings and gatherings of my friends, I still do not want to change my call to him. I intentionally do this so that there is a range
the distance between superiors and subordinates, moreover he is a tabloid investor, what
any reason or engineering
hiding behind it, I still feel like he's an important person who should
ihonor. “Development that occurred, oplag up two thousand copies. This is good news. What if we give bonuses to readers inserted in each tabloid. For example by inserting
picture of one of the cartoon characters who are currently favored by children?” my word
open meeting.
“That's a good idea, how about the other friends?” ask Mas Heri.
“If I, just insert five poems titled Poems for Mothers. The poem is then neatly folded, given
a beautiful caricature of a mother's face on her front page, then
in it are given unique pictures that represent the poem. The picture can
flowers, cute face of school children and others,” Ace gave input.
“Wah, this adds work for
illustrator dong, hehe..” Giri the illustrator who likes to joke is funny.
“All good ideas, but I think Naina's idea feels more fitting. Because in addition to simple and light also do not need to waste a lot of energy. We just love the expert who made it, then stay
wrapped in plastic and firmly clipped with straples in the middle
tabloid, it is more effective.” Mr. Beib's voice sounded resolute.
Mas Heri and all my friends looked at me, I became unwell.
“Yes, Mr. Beib's opinion has a point. I agree.” Mas Heri said later, all the friends nodded
chief.
Mr. Beib glanced at me. Before long, my messenger rang again. There was a message from the businessman. “I'm inviting you to my apartment, tonight we have dinner with Papa and
My mom, I want to introduce you to them and they want to know too
aboutyou. I'll pick you up at your boarding house, please inbox your address!”
I didn't answer the message immediately. This man is sure that I love him. Though I have not said ‘iya’. Hhh.he invited dinner and wanted to.
introduced me to her parents without asking for my consent, she said
in messenger using an exclamation mark again, it's outrageous.
After the meeting I did not reprimand or say good day to Mr. Beib. I walked in haste, back to my desk. Just a few minutes I dropped my body on the chair that was in the
beside the table, Mas Hari seemed to come to me.
“Naina, let's go down for a minute, Mr. Beib wants to talk to you. Come on, don't frown like that,” Mas Heri persuaded me.
I can't turn down. With slow steps I descended to the ground floor, meeting a handsome man who somehow always pissed me off. Even though he always said he loved me, I still couldn't accept it. All I miss is the Stars, but the Stars
turned into Beib, ah...
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