The Love of the Poet
Episode 21
The Twenty-First Section
The Love of the Poet
Finished
The shot of love Beib launched at me, further bound my freedom. Overdue
I started to feel helpless. What's more Mas Heri, Ace and friends
it was as if giving the green light to the situation I was in. My mother and father did not
know about this. They don't want to bother with the things they think
as trivial as I experienced. As I have already described, they are
the same free man as me, gave me the decision of time
in front of me, without restraining him, they consider me a mature creature
I can determine my own way of life, as long as I follow the norms
the eastern custom they always hum in my ears.
“If you are cheap by giving your body from one man to another, then you will be uprooted from your feminine roots. You will become a sex commodity that is easily complacent
because of the money, and you'll be a hedonist who sells your vital tools for the sake of
rupiah sheets, you have no pride and you're cheap. Remember Son, you
can't be free by giving your body to anyone, you're a girl
and women have always been the accused and insulted patients when she
it's tainted, keep it,” said my father always. People who like to read philosophy books
that, although sometimes more unemployed at home, his hobby of reading makes
his way of thinking was different from the other fathers in my eyes. That's why, even though I
banging bones to finance his life and mother and my sister, I always
love them. I kept my father's advice in the deepest room of my mind.
And one day if my story trip with Beib will end with the ending
happy, then I will explain everything to them.
In the office, everything went as usual. The development of oplag which rose and fell due to competition with online media, has become a routine event that sometimes stirring
our feelings. The presence of Beib who almost every day in the office, is now a thing
normally, friends and Mas Heri are happy when he comes. When Beib came, it was
it was a sign that we were all always treated to good fast food. However, until now the words ‘love
what Beib demanded both directly and his poems, intensively
raining my Fb messenger.
My love
Tell that
with the rolling rush of time
don't make
my heart is broken by an uncertain answer
I was complaining
in silence at night
say Naina, say Naina,
has love been in your heart?
all right, if
not a little left of the longing taste
let me
hugged you even tighter
for a ticking
the sounding heart makes us inseparable
Dear naina,
whether should
I tore this chest off and you saw it there
there's a longing
thus gripping
say..say.
love me...
Stars/July/2020
I wanted to convince myself and say, I'm starting to like Beib too. However
shortly the poem entered my messenger, WA from Marly and Jennifer reads:
“You have captured my girlfriend ******. Women have no pride, are poor and want to get into our luxurious life, it should be a woman like you destroyed, just look at it later!”
The two threats that come from Marly and Jennifer, for me is actually just a pseudo-fear that strikes every individual if their calm is disturbed, even more so they are rich people
who do not want any figure that they consider a rodent, into life
them. But that threat I can't take for granted anymore. They already know
the office where I work, my boarding house they already know. My suspicions
appearing since these few days, I have often seen people dressed in jackets
the mountain with my hat was hanging out at the stop right in front of my hostel.
I saw him there a few times. I've studied science
martial karate, not a bit afraid of the figure of the young man. Someplace
at dusk, he was back there, in the same place. I approached him and looked at him
bravely, I had mounted the horses, ready to kick him if he wanted to
doing something. The man looked back at me, holding something
poking at his waist, my instincts told me it was a gun. When some office employees who had just returned home from work stood at the stop and looked at the man suspiciously,
he went away secretly. And this threat, cannot be considered trivial. Beib should
know. Got to!
“Basic women-crazy protests. I never dated Jennifer. They're already scared when you get into my life. What do they want? It's good to organize life and stories
my love!” Beib looked really upset. The veins on his temple stand out.
I was a little horrified to see him angry. Afraid he'll get hit.
The actions Beib took were quite beyond my expectations. When news of the breaking of the family relationship was announced in a famous newspaper ad relating to him and his adopted brother Marly, all of which were
with regards to him and I became increasingly swooping sharply. Papa and Mama
asking me to meet. They accused me and accused me of being a prick
the crap out of all this. But Beib stood up for me.
“Sister Marly and Jennifer threaten to kill Naina. They also installed spies to scout her in front of her boarding house. It's a no-nonsense threat Ma, Pa. Why Brother
Marly was so scared that I fell in love with another girl? I have to marry
Jennifer, nephew. Does he mean that the family treasure is always there
in his surveillance? Who is he who always keeps an eye on my personal life.
Papa and Mama know, Naina doesn't want to be in our neighborhood. I
who loves him, I love him so much. I was chasing him. Him
different from the rich girls I've known all along, girls who just want to
I married because I saw my background, wanting to have cooperation in the
in our company, so that their treasures continue to accumulate. I don't like
girls like that. I want to have a free, free life
love the people I love. You know I love so much
Naina's. Only Naina in my life Pa, Ma.” Beib shed tears, he
pulled my arm and hugged me in front of Papa, Mama. “If you guys don't
agree I marry Naina, I'd rather kill myself!” said again.
A gripping silence shaded the room. Marly, Jennifer, Marly's husband, Father and Mother Utomo, sat glued to their seats. I don't have to wait too long, I said that
sharp I think back to hit their hearts. “Bapak and Ibu Utomo, for
being your record, I have never been interested in your treasures. My
have a life of their own. I am not a stupid weak girl and give
his body was on a man for the sake of treasure. I am a free man, if I have no food
I can still live, because I still have God to guide me
to walk into the next life, not the material possessions that if
even death cannot be brought to death. So do not judge someone by appearance
and his social life that those who are poor will be a parasite on him
wealthy. Not forever will life be so, the world is spinning, the rich can
being poor and vice versa. If God wills, it doesn't need to count
in an instant, a human being can lose everything. Excuse me!”
I walked out of the room. I feel like my heart is satisfied. Without me realizing Beib was holding my wrist. We walked in tandem. “Naina, don't leave me, love me
i...” he said in a hoarse voice.
My tears are slowly pouring. I miss the Star, I miss the poet's love for me. “I won't leave you, Beib. Let us walk through this life and be ourselves. Like your poems, free-flowing makes anyone who reads them happy.”.
“Mari darling..” Beib held my hand tight.
Finished
