The Love of the Poet
Episode 9
Ninth Section
The Love of the Poet
I woke up a little bit today. Deadline tabloid is already
it's over at two in the morning. All copies of the manuscript have been taken to the printing press.
No more errands in white
board, each page is in accordance with the rubrication. I'm moving
body to the left and to the right, relaxes
stiff muscles due to correcting all the writing that accumulates on the table
my work.
My phone shook for quite a while. I'm used to it
turn off the HP ring if you want to rest. Sometimes it's just the vibrating tone
I put it up, sometimes there's no tone at all. Actually I didn't turn off my phone,
before going to bed I used to watch light short films from the land of the Curtain
Bamboo alias China there. Although the acting of the stars is too far-fetched, I
thrilled. At least the short film accompanied me until I really
sleepy and asleep.
I was surprised when I opened WA there was a short message from Sir
Beib, he wrote that I should meet him at lunchtime today at a fancy restaurant
located in a star hotel on Jalan Thamrin. The message, he wants me
come alone, there is something personal that he will say and others should not know. I want to answer, please,
as to what he would say so that I should come alone to
that fancy restaurant? As long as I was a journalist, I rarely met
a man alone, I was always with Ace the photographer. Go to meet
the child tabloid funder I fronted was no one's company, really
makes me feel bad. I'm afraid someone will see and think
it's not about me. Especially if I get caught by my friends. Tak
I can imagine what's going to happen. I want to decline the invitation or so
that command. I want to bring this up to Mas Heri, but it will be
widened. And Mr. Beib would be furious if I broke the message.
“Don't forget, lunch hour yes. Don't eat first, though,
eat here later!” he wrote with a commanding exclamation mark.
Damnit damnit! Thought. I should have slept until I was satisfied
kostku room. I shouldn't have opened my phone and not read that WA message. Duh, man,
what apes am I today. Then, just a few minutes later I finished changing
dressed and dressed up a la reporter, un-make-up and tomboyish, I received a messenger
on Fb, from the Morning Star of the poet ‘picisan’ it.
Hi Naina Dear
How much time has passed in silence
Missed ********my heartbeat
I want to hear your voice even though you might reject it
Let not the word go in vain
Because there are fingers dancing in between the hot sun
I waited expectantly
Want to see your eyes, lips and words in an alluring tone
Come, baby, even if it's just as big
Star, July, 2020
Ah, reading the poem, my sadness is becoming more and more.
I get carried away in my own feelings. The discomfort is getting more
agitated me. Or I'll just write I'm not feeling well, so that Beib doesn't
again asking me to have lunch with him. But that means I lied and
myself without knowing. One more thing I want to say, I don't feel
there is equality in any case when juxtaposed with Beib. He's handsome and
rich, he's perfect. And I, as I have kneeled above, second
my parents are very dependent on me, especially in terms of the economy, my brother who is affected by schizophrenia will certainly continue to be a black stigma throughout my life. Easterners like Indonesia
this, usually in the case of arranged marriages often see seeds, weights and bebet, and,
it means the family background of both sides both from the female side
as well as men, will be a strong consideration in the interweaving
a deeper relationship, for example, leads to the gate of marriage. I'm sober
that's why I stay away from love affairs. And now, the worry
it's getting peaked.
“Don't be late ya Naina, two o'clock in the afternoon I'm there
the meeting." The message in WA appears again.
Finally, I made a decision in a moment, too,
I wear my best clothes, even without make-up, I style my appearance so that
looks a bit respectable, so as not to look very poor. Impression no
feminine is still visible. I don't like the look of a la
socialite, hold branded handbags, high heel shoes and similar paved roads
modeler. Just a pair of jeans, a white flower top I bought through
online (it's still a little overstuffed), sling bags and colored sniker shoes
I like it and there is nothing else because I don't have enough money
to buy a new one. The fix! I think my appearance is good. Then I
order an ojek online and speed to the place Beib wrote the boss.
Arriving at the hotel, I did not go down in front
lobby, the online motorcycle that drove me I asked to stop for about fifty
meters from the hotel. And to be sure, I don't want to look less elegant with
get off the online motorcycle in front of the luxury hotel lobby. Then, for
disguising my face, I wear sunglasses and a cream-colored base ball hat
my favorite old. For me this is the perfect disguise. I slowly walked
it looks like a secret agent. From a distance I saw inside the restaurant already
there was Beib who sat elegantly while looking at his advanced mobile phone that I
sure it costs tens of millions of rupiah. He looks very handsome, his style is like
the model and cool, has described that he is a businessman
the rich. Duh, what would people say if I went up to him and sat down
with her? My feelings suddenly appeared. I want to turn around and
left the place, but my WA went back to sound, I read the writing on
situ, “fast come here, don't be such a daze!”
Oops! I threw a glance at him. Beib is
he waved his hand at me. Crazy one! Turns out he saw me.
“I've seen you from a distance. Glad you wanted
come by. Please sit!” he said, standing up and pulling a chair for me.
“Wah, thank you Sir.” I said with a embarrassed face. I
feel bad when he is so cool to give a chair to a girl
with the appearance of ‘slebor’ like me, and I also feel the servants and people
the one in the fancy restaurant, watching me.
“Please order food you like. You must be hungry.”
Said again.
I lowered my face, there was fear as Beib looked at me
seriously so. Whether it's me being haunted, or just my feelings, his gaze is very strange, in my opinion. Why is he
looking at me like that? (Connected)
