The Love of the Poet
Episode 18's
The Eighteenth Part
The Love of the Poet
The invitation that was spread without my knowledge, made the entire office in an uproar. Mas Heri immediately met me and asked about the engagement invitation. So is Ace, guys
in the layout, caricature and the whole management. All my questions answered
with a head. “I don't know, really I don't know. Yes, Mr. Beib
proposed to me, he asked us to get engaged first. But I haven't given a signal of approval.
I haven't answered her request, Mom. I am also confused with
this engagement invitation.” I said while holding my forehead.
The general head of the two tabloids where I worked, was silent for a moment. He also looks confused. I felt his way of thinking, maybe he didn't know what to do either, because of all this
related to company funding. He also knew I was still a lame
about the love statement that Mr. Beib declared.
“Let Mas, let me face this alone, I do not want my personal problems to be a burden on Mas Heri as well. Mas has been dizzy thinking about the problem of these two tabloids,”, I finally said.
“Naina, I have not been able to give a definite answer, because it is about feelings. If you can't make a decision yet, it all depends on you. This becomes a problem
complicated, because everything is combined from the problem of taste, company and interests
we all.”
“Iya Mas.”
“Honestly I want to know your answer, do you love her? Or ask about things
it's in your own heart. Because if you make the wrong decision and
not according to your heart, so don't let it make you
regret for a lifetime.” Mas Heri patted my shoulder.
Time ticks along the path that the creator has determined. I
follow the routine as usual. Another week of engagement party
it will be called. My friends cheered and congratulated me. There are
I know the real problems I'm dealing with, some are not. And
to my relief, they tried to keep my feelings in check by not asking
or scribble again about the engagement invitation. Tranquility in
the office flows like a gentle stream of water running towards the estuary. Yet it is
it didn't last long, and the arm started to pry when in my WA a message appeared
from Mr. Beib's sister, Marly. He sent a letter that made the whole
the joints in my body are limp.
In the WA he sent, he wrote a sentence that read, Naina who uses her beauty charm
to ensnare my sister, Beib. Here are the women******, Beib already has
sweetheart, her name is Jennifer, she's my husband's niece. Jennifer beautiful, jennifer,
educated and from the same class as us. He's very compatible
with my sister Beib. Don't you think of the engagement that was designed between my sister
and you, it's been a definite final decision. I could
tear it apart in an instant. Naina, I know who you are. Position and
your class is far below us. Careful, your family is under our watch.
You're a mentally ill descendant, so it's not worth hanging out and getting into the neighborhood
our families. Watch out, if Beib finds out about this WA, you'll accept
as a result. Leave and go away from my sister, Marly Sutoyo!
Whatsapp sent by Marly Beib's brother, did not scare me.
With that writing, my confidence in the impact I will now receive
being real. Mr. Beib's family started to move, attacking me with everything
clearheaded. And I've taken this into account. As a rich man
having an unlimited amount of money, he could do anything. Even
an absurd death could be done. I know that's because I interviewed
a conglomerate imprisoned for murdering a family
business competition. “Revenge and crush those who become
our stumbling block, it's necessary. Prison is a small matter. I could
he ordered him from behind the bars of the detention house. Money talks, everybody can
I covered it with money,” he said at the time. The words, I kept them well
in heart. Yes, money can make people not believe that there is another life
happier than that is living lovingly with one another.
For two days I had all the trouble that came upon me. There is a phrase ‘save
the problem of being alone is not good, he will be a disguised killer who comes
sett-endap’ . I try to keep that expression to myself.
But on the third day, when the WA of Marly appeared again, the WA forward
to Mr. Beib. Under it I added, ‘our engagement is off, I will resign
from company. You can find another Editor-in-Chief. Enough already
this game of unqualified taste. Money is not everything and my life is not
it can be engineered with money!
I reported everything that happened to Mas Heri, as well as the resignation letter
myself.
“If you leave here you lose, Naina. You left before the war
commenced. Trust us all, friends will help if it happens
anything with you. Don't go,” pinta Mas Heri with a raucous voice.
“Mas, I calculated that all this would happen. Love that
given Mr. Beib is not a simple love like Cinderella who wears shoes
the glass was picked up by a handsome prince, and after that they got married,
happily ever after. My story is different. I'm not the Cinderella
fell in love at first sight when I saw Mr. Beib. Besides the difference
social class strata, I've taken into account what's coming next
and I told that to Mas Heri. If only he were truly a star
the poet, my feelings can certainly mean a lot to love him, there is
sincerity there. But it's all gone, the star I like is Mr. Beib.
If Mr. Beib had canceled this engagement and not bothered me again, let
I work as freely as I used to, I will not quit the company
these. But if he keeps making maneuvers that make me uncomfortable,
I had to get out of here, Mas..”. “And also they will
free from the fears of a rich family when there are strangers
going in it, I predicted.” Added again.
Mas Heri was silent. I just took a few steps outside
the room, Mr. Beib is already standing in
front door. His face was stiff and stiff. He pulled my arm forcefully,
then take me out of the office and put me in his car
by force. (Connected)
