ACHARADINES
Arvin's Poem
Night greeted; the moon hanging in the sky shimmered; stars flashing ignorantly in the skyline—salutest voicing the most beautiful night.
Inside the room measures 4 × 6 Meters— with a Scorpions band poster attached to the wall—ada a man named Aksa who was sitting sweetly in the place where he used to read and write.
Aksa sighed—she had finished her writing that night—closed her poem notebook.
Tiring day, as well as a very happy day. Today, Aksa is one step closer to Radinda.
GECK...GECK...GECK...
The sound of the door was heard from inside Aksa's room.
"Acts..." Aksa's mother called from outside the room.
"What's up, ma'am?"
"There's your friend outside," she exclaimed, "Arvin is looking for you" she said."
"Not to be found, I'm missing. Just go in, ma'am."
After that, no more voices could be heard from behind the door of Aksa's room. It seems like Mom went back to meet Arvin who was waiting at the door of—, allowing Arvin to enter and meet Aksa in her room.
GECK...GECK...GECK...
The sound of the door was heard coming back from inside Aksa's room.
"Now..." Letters Aksa.
"The door's locked bro" Arvin pulled down the doorknob trying to open it.
"No, kok. So read the bismillah first," said Aksa from inside the room.
"It can't be opened, no."
"Maybe you forgot to say hello, Vin."
CREEK...
The door opened with Arvin greeting.
"Wa'alaikum salam," Aksa turned to the door, finding Arvin who was grinning with a horse for opening the door.
"There are magical scents, nih, doors."
"Magic head!" Aksa protested, "you who are disrespectful, that's why the door is hard to open."
"Hehe."
"What's wrong? Tumben came these nights home?"
"Teach me to write dong."
"Write?" Aksa frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yes, nulis. Teach me to write poetry" explained Arvin.
"Oh, hahaha," Aksa chuckled, "since when have you been interested in writing poetry, Vin?"
"Since noon."
"Huh? How-how?"
"Yes, so Nayara wants to make a poem, for later I read the night of the poem."
"Somely," replied Aksa soberly.
"Try, I want to see your notebook," Arvin finds Aksa trying to hide the book behind his hands. Aksa did the rejection.
"Well, very stingy" said Arvin ketus, "who knew I could trace the poem you wrote."
"So, essentially, you want to learn poetry or you want to plagiarize my poetry?"
"Hehehe, I'm dizzy when I'm told to write a poem."
Aksa let out a long sigh, "it's fine that way. Here's your phone."
Arvin gives his cell phone to Aksa. Then Aksa started writing poems on Arvin's cell phone records.
Notes:
To Nayara, please,
Sweet girl standing at the end of the afternoon.
The smile beats the beautiful orange tinge at dusk.
"Just like this?"
Aksa nodded his head, "the opening words I wrote,"
"Stay ye, "" said Aksa, "poetry is an expression of the heart. So you are free to express what you feel. No one can not write, because from Elementary we are taught to write. Stay back to each of us, whether we want to honestly express what we feel through a piece of writing, whether we want to be honest, or just hold what we feel in the heart without wanting to pour it through a piece of writing. The one who wants to write is the one who wants to be honest with what his heart feels."
Arvin agreed, trying to digest what his best friend said.
1 hour passed, Arvin was still busy struggling with his phone—writing a poem for Nayara.
While Aksa, lying face down on his reading table with ears that are blocked by earphones that he deliberately installed to listen to his favorite rock music.
"Sa, sa, sa, it's done, nih," Arvin wiggled Aksa's body, trying to wake Aksa who seemed to be asleep.
Aksa raised his head, still squinting, "where? take a look."
Arvin gives his cell phone to Aksa. Aksa looked carefully at the poem written by Arvin, read slowly Arvin's writing from top to bottom.
"Let me read it" said Aksa, reopening the conversation, "the most poetic poem I have ever read."
"So, how? There's talent too, right, I'm in writing?" Arvin.
"Your talent is amazing.it's incredible," Aksa brandished her thumb.
"From the beginning I always believed that I had extraordinary talent" Arvin smiled and said steadily.
"We'll rehearse first. Now, you read aloud the poem you made just before me," Aksa said, "Make Nayara impressed by the poem you read later."
***
To Nayara, please,
Sweet girl standing at the end of the afternoon.
The smile beats the beautiful orange tinge at dusk.
It's a poem for you;
From me named Arvin,
The youngest of four brothers—Arsen, Arsya, Aryani and Arvin.
Proud son of Mr Abdul Tohir;
The Mother Halimah's.
Staying with you is a dream.
Although later we can only live in a narrow rented house.
But, I made sure I would pay the contract on time.
Because I don't want to make you anxious, and afraid of being haunted by a contract mom who daily terrorizes you.
Thank you for all your sometimes annoying chatter, though,
Makes me understand the definition of nonsense.
I'm annoying? Yes, it is so.
Sorry, the sentence above is just a joke, hehehe.
Take the simple poem I wrote for you.
As simple as your attention, yet able to make me feel more than enough.
—Arvin
As long as Arvin read out his poem, Aksa could only hold back his laughter.
Truly, no one is more confident than his friend who is now standing reciting a poem with his voice.
***
Accept the simple poem you wrote.
As simple as your attention, yet able to make me feel more than enough.
—Arvin
