The Love of the Poet
Episode 16's
Sixteenth Section
The Love of the Poet
I didn't want to come to Mr. Beib's apartment to meet dinner invitations
with Papa and his Mom. This is a very anxious request for me. Later
surely both his parents would ask him origins and other questions. Then
they're going to tell me stories about my family and my sister. I can't
covering up the truth about my life, I don't like to lie. Lies
I think it has a heavy moral burden. And one more thing, I haven't
telling me about Mr. Beib's love statement. There is no certainty of the taste
dwell in my heart.
One of the reasons is yes it was, the star that I started liking, it was Beib or precisely Mr. Beib. I felt my feelings of torment, my liking and longing for the Star of the
at first I thought it was big enough, now it's slowly getting extinct. I know this is
part of the veiled ego that is in my heart. If it's another girl, even more so
he's poor, maybe he'll be happy to be loved by a handsome, rich, rich man,
entrepreneurs and have a wide association both at the national and national levels
internationals. They, those beautiful girls would certainly prostrate at his feet,
and worshiped the man like the perfect Greek gods.
I can be a self-destructive person and people will say, “Already
poor, have a mentally ill sister, belagu again” Or, could be I put
my pride is in a position that is too high.
I used to hang out with artists, writers, poets,
painters and theater performers may have different living criteria
with big city girls in general. Most of my friends think
love is a combination of biological and psychological desires. If both
not synchronous, then vibrate the taste that was initially dusty, suddenly can
receding like a tsunami wave that vanished in an instant. No matter he
rich or from a family. Property is not a guarantee when
that love doesn't exist. If only love, but if there is something
stuck in the heart, then the ego and idealism more dominating. I could have been
to move away, to return to the most essential life of humanity, democracy
in living life as a human being.
World order of socio-economic status, physical, appearance, position, position,
rank, and all other attributes that accompany a personal figure as
humans, not the main thing. As long as I am healthy and able to
working to my own ability, it was the most life journey
prides. Fatalism of life when it happens to me, for example me
slumped and no longer have the power, then I surrender to fate. Suffered
and rotting in honorable conditions is more fun than being
the rich boy who controls the whole course of my life. Now the inner war
it's back I feel. Should I be craving with a classic, elegant look
and graceful as Mr. Beib asked when he met his parents that night
this one? My anxiety and self-worth stirred up my deepest thoughts.
“I can't come, Mr. Beib. Forgive...” wrote me on his Wa.
He answered a few minutes later. And the answer in my WA is really
makes my heart growl. My hatred came suddenly, but I
totally helpless.
“Food has been prepared, Papa and Mama are okay to come. Don't
make me ashamed baby, if you don't come, then I'll pull out
all the investments I've given you. Think of it Naina Jaqueline Haning.
The love I'm proposing isn't love based on a business deal, but it's
a sincere love. However, if you reject it, then everything that happens will
unaltered. Come, we're waiting for you!
Damnit damnit! Narrator. Eventually everything will move in the same direction as it has
pulling out her fangs, the threats she wrote about in WA really don't make me
powerless.
That night I agreed to everything he asked for. I humble myself to be
female figure with pop taste, dress as beautiful and elegant as possible.
I wear the best clothes with NTT ethnic nuances given by a designer
famously, he was interviewed once and as a sign of his gratitude, he
giving me this dress, a dress that I think is very luxurious and rarely wear.
That night, I rode in the smooth black Cadillac that Mr. Beib had sent
to fetch me. The driver knocked on my door, he looked at me
for a moment, I didn't know what was on his mind. Maybe he'll level
I'm like a high-class call girl like her employers do,
in all probability.
“Nona is beautiful. Beautiful and smart,” she said as she opened the door
automaker.
“Thank you, may this compliment not be pleasantries,” reply me without a smile.
The driver was silent. Throughout the trip we were silent. Maybe he's scared
start a conversation because of my attitude and face ‘jutek’. When we arrived at
mr. Beib's apartment, some of the people in the lobby looked at me full
distrustful. I remember the movie Pretty Woman, where Julia Robert was
the actress who played the role of****** and Richard Gere as the rich businessman
falling in love with each other. I feel like******** that is ready to deliver the body
to the rich businessman who had uploaded me in his apartment room.
Depressing.
Mr. Beib greeted me when the apartment door was knocked by the driver. It
standing in front of the door. “Let's go in Naina, Papa and my Mom already
waiting!” Said inviting.
In the living room of the luxury apartment, I saw two seniors sitting and
converse. A man I've been estimating is about 70 years old and
a woman of almost the same age, their appearance looks very
classier. The elderly man with a handsome face and above average height
and beautiful women gracefully with diamond jewelry that shines from the ears
and his neck, it really fascinated me. They stand together. They each
extending his hand in a perpendicular position did not bend, his style reminded me
at the gesture of officials and state officials when shaking hands with people who
it is a little lower below it. With such a position,
then the person who is greeted will bend down a little and regret it also with
respectful. Like when we shake hands with a king or queen. And I
doing what I should have done. I nodded my face, and then I gave it to you
my sweetest smile as I said, “I'm Naina, thank you.”
The two then let me sit down. I straightened my shoulders and sat down
gracefully like an aristocratic princess. I know Mr. Beib saw
everything is. She used to see my ‘slebor’ appearance and attitude too
my behavior is as good as it seems, this time I think, there is an antithesis developing in his mind
about me. A pleasant conversation I think is about to begin.
I'll wait a few seconds. However, my guess was wrong.
“Don't be shy Naina, try this little confectionery on the guest table, don't
hunchback.” Said the man with unflattered hospitality.
“I also want to try ah, like the risoles cake is good, really not Beib?”
said the graceful woman in front of me with her hilarious style.
Mr. Beib laughed lightly. “Naina is afraid later in court Pa, Ma.”.
They laughed and I became more and more misbehaved...
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