The Love of the Poet
Episode 8
Eighth Section
The Love of the Poet
When the first editorial meeting of the Galactic Children's Tabloid began, Mr. Beib aka Hamid Utomo returned. I felt awkward at his presence. To be honest, I stammered when I delivered a dummy from the isitabloid I made with my friends. There were six friends I was taking
join, three are old people, three are new recruits
the company. One of them became a reporter, one part an advertisement and another
circulation manager who oversees tabloid circulation throughout Indonesia. Ace
choose to follow me. As a photographer, I know his work. I like
Ace's with. He's a good young man, even though he's shorter than me,
this man from Bogor, West Java, always feels handsome when he sees a beautiful girl.
Her funny but optimistic and passionate behavior, makes me happy
cooperated with.
“Cik, ,
like Mr. Beib is the same, Mr. Tuh, his eyes are always towards Mr. From
I noticed earlier, he never diverted his attention from Mr.'s face.
Well if he really demen, do not forget me ye..” Ace is sitting next to me
sending a message to my WA..
I just finished giving a review about the tabloid page rubrication, interesting
fleeting breath. Right Ace said, Beib I saw several watching me. “Do not
noisy, how many times did he think
funds that will be out of his pocket for our project,” reply me in WA as well.
Ace smiled faintly, me too. His footwork. Then
I sent WA, “focus, take notice of the Boss!”
This time I called him Boss Beib, he explained the importance of professional management in every job that was undertaken. He advocated there is a research department how the development is happening in the press world
at present, in order that if the oplag decreases, the decrease is not drastic, then there must be
other tips related to tabloid layouts as well as attractiveness
the characters that are made the front cover. “If you can occasionally have to sell covers
ahead with the big companies, it's like a veiled ad that produces
very significant income.” Said
while glancing at me, after I read the tabloid rubrication that has been
kusuns.
“And do not forget, in the rubric it is also a literary column
both poetry and short stories. I will send it sometime
the poems I made there,”.
Saying about poetry, I remembered the Star
which I added his name again with Kejora. There's a twinkle in my eye, I'll
asked him to send his poems to the Children's Tabloid I managed later.
Certainly not a love poem but a poem with an educational theme and moral message
good for the kids, I thought.
“Nona Naina, can there be a poem rubric later?” Beibs
to my surprise, my daydreams are gone.
“Oh..bo...can, Mr. Beib...” sahutku fast. Hose
how long, my clear mind began to ask, poetry rubrics? Entrepreneur like him
who used to calculate profit or loss, why still think about poetry?
The Morning Star should have said
like that, I thought.
But never mind, everyone present seemed to be delighted with
the ideas conveyed by Sir or Mas Beib. I just said in my heart,
being someone with extra money is fun. What is he
the word is always accompanied by a nod of the head. We are the ‘cecoro’ alias people
sometimes in my eyes it's ‘lebay’, overdone. But it must, if it becomes
rebel, then all my funding is closed. Living for yourself,
family and parents, no longer able to run well. Hunger awaits.
And me and my friends are nothing more than a bunch of working slaves
based on contract.
“Alright, if Naina feels all her ideas and examples
the dummy (raw form) of this tabloid is already qualified, hence today's meeting
we're closing. Isn't that Mr Beib?” mas Heri's gaze was aimed at Mr. Beib.
A very handsome man, clean and describes if he is indeed a ‘tajir person
twist’ said the young man today, smiling happily. This time I started
believing Ace's words, Beib looked back at me, that look I felt
has a special meaning. Ah, is this really? Ace I saw him bow his face, he
smile in silence. I know what that smile means.
That is, finally the children's tabloids came out.
Some of the child artists who once had a chance to ngetop we re-interviewed for
rinsing back on how they fought to become top artists. I
and the team hired some SD teachers who had not yet been appointed as ASNs or teachers
domestically. They each week provide learning modules that are in accordance with
the curriculum of elementary school children ranges from first to sixth grade. Response
we got very good, in an instant the oplag went up, I was happy. But that
to my dismay, the poem Mr. Beib sent to be published in the tabloid
it is not a children's poem. The series is full of diction and metaphor
pitched love. I don't think it's appropriate and too mature.
“How is it Mas? If it is not loaded later he
offended. If it's loaded, it's too mature, our tabloids will be its market share
first to sixth grade children, later if their parents protest and
refusing to subscribe again is a danger. Especially now that his time is virtualizing
something less liked. If the poem were to be verbalized, the dangers of our tabloids,”
I squared my anxiety at Mas Heri.
A man of about forty years old with a rather stomach
the snarl scrunched his forehead. Then he nodded his head. “Alright,
I will talk about this to Mr. Beib, hopefully he is not offended.”
“Thank you, Mas.” My solute. And a few hours later,
I saw Mas Heri's cheerful face.
“Naina, Boss not angry. He said the poem was for you
just. He will make another poem with a theme that is suitable for children.
That poem you keep. Oh yeah, don't you like poetry? I see in your Fb there
some of the poems that someone sent, I read also you know, the verses
good, full of love. Be careful.beware.., the poet has a lot of dread.
You must not fall asleep and enter the ‘pukat’ men with seduction
through poetry.” Mas Heri said with a meaningful smile.
Mas Heri was friends with me on Facebook.
He must have been monitoring all my moves there. The message is to be careful
with ‘pukat’ poets through the poems sent to me, making
my mind jerks. Yes, Heri is right. But, again rejection appears, no!
A star cannot be a loser who sends his charm through poetry.
I think he's sincere. It's not a playboy who wants to trap women.
But yes, I also have to be careful. I have to beat my feelings, I can't
that melancholic tone overpowered all my common sense. Although the poems
sent beautiful and alluring, I must not be complacent. (Connected)
