Chased Om Om

My Love Poem

"Yes, we'll be at Martha's house later in the afternoon. Don't forget. Our friends fit in again on the nganggur ask to see you" said Shella before school.

"Yes. I also have no activities. I must be there."

Yeah, Martha's house is like a basecamp for us. His family was very welcome to his daughter's friends. Martha was not the only child she was the third of four children.

At 4pm, when I got there, Shella, Martha, Roy, Tirta and Damar were already there.

I know, it looks like they're starting to fight me. I laughed in my heart. Stay strong with my stance. During school, I won't date!

"Pearl, Damar invites us to tour" said Martha.

"What's? Tourings. Are you guys SIM bikers?"

"Hahaha, I don't have a SIM. We're looking for a rat's way. How's it?" Damar laughing.

Shella dragged me away from the others. "Udah. Follow-up. Approaches. We are just bonceng. The keys are mutually safeguarding and compact."

"okay lah. But it's not too late. We have to go home in the afternoon." I said.

"Yess!!", somehow they were so compact and happy for my decision.

Turns out right, that's how they brought me closer to Damar. Yes, of course I was paired with Damar!

Martha with Roy who incidentally is her lover, Shella with Tirta and I with Damar!

Gawk. Gapapa is just a friend. Even other people can coincide with the brother gojek. I thought it was simple.

We enjoyed our walk. Enter the mouse path simultaneously.

Finally the bike stopped somewhere quiet, the six of us went down to enjoy the view, joking, spending a little meal brought by Martha.

"Udah, you just tell Damar that Mr. Ardi is chasing you again. Let him help."

"No ah. Add runyam if all on know." I replied.

"That's the story. He's not probably a bucket. He must have taken care of your feelings. He likes you the same." Shella tried to convince.

"Shels. It's just as easy as you and Tirta."

"Why am I the same as Tirta?"

"Have you answered Tirta's statement? And can you honestly say that you like other guys." I said with a smile. Secrets remain secret.

"Different. If it were me, there would be no problem. He didn't come after me blatantly. You really need help."

I took a deep breath before I decided. "alright. Only the three of us know, yeah."

Shella laughs. "I can't promise you it's just the three of us. Maybe we're the six of us who know."

"Damar, it looks like Tiara needs your help" said Shella. While pulling my hand back join the group.

"Ah, so what does Mr. Ardi mean is you, Tiara?" martha's words made everyone look at me.

"But that's not true. He never bought me this. If you pursue mah yes. But, dih ogah ah."

"Okay, what can I do for you?"

"You just came in time for your exasperation as usual. Shuttle and pick up Pearl. Don't look like he's alone." Shella explained her strategy.

I am grateful to have friends, solid friends like them.

"OKAY. Ready." said Damar with his hands on his forehead saluting.

But this is apparently an unpleasant start for Damar!

Right, Damar comes every time we practice. Faithfully dropping off, picking us up and even waiting for us to practice until we got home.

He got an uncomfortable look from Mr. Ardi. Ignored though.

Of course I was always safe, no need to go home with Mr. Ardi who pushed the bike.

Until one day, at school, when I was walking quickly alone in the hot sun, an om-om slowed down his bike and then walked side by side next to me.

"Pearl! Alone?" he said, opening his helmet glass.

"Dih, stale. It is clear that the road is alone" I said in my heart.

"Yes sir."

"Don't forget it. Your promise shows you some of your poems."

"Yes sir. I will bring it later. I'm first sir. Hot." I said as I walked faster.

"Poetry poetry... " My brain is working harder. What poem should I give? So that he would no longer bother me. Something that lets him know that I'm annoyed with him, maybe.

Yep. Sure was!

Does this explain my feelings enough? Enough of him?All right, I'll try.

An excruciating clock as usual went on with Damar waiting for me. I saw him in the corner of the school, playing with his gadget.

Shella pinched my arm. "Cie, who's in love?"

"Ah no. I am consistent with my decision. No girlfriend at school. The date will be later, if it's work." I said.

I laughed, "Ga wants to gamble ah. Not going out, I'm worth a little gini."

"Eat was tried. How to know the value so increased." seduced Shella.

"Or even more ruined." I laughed chuckling, "Indeed Damar paid how much, why you so much promos."

"Aishis. You are" he said immediately pinch my waist in a row.

"Duh, ticklish. Forgive Shell." I ran away. Chased it.

But honestly, in my heart I admit that Damar is indeed very good. He is very clumsy, but loyal and attentive. I don't know. Will he survive my ego.

PRIIIT ...

And the training starts as usual. Stick with vocal exercises, facial gymnastics and practice for staging.

"Pearl, did you not forget to bring your poetry?" mr. Ardi said on the sidelines of the exercise. When all students are breaking.

"Yes sir. It's." I handed you a little book. Which contains some doodles of my poetry.

"good. This book is okay?"

"What's wrong sir. It's just a prank streak to the contents."

Yes, I hope you read it to the end and understand my true heart. My inner.

After the training ended, I joked as usual with my friends.

After that Damar immediately turned on his motorbike and drove me home.

* * * * *

So as not to be curious, this is the poem I addressed to Mr. Ardi. It was written at the end of my poem another obscure streak.

Maybe that's to be expected about the love poem, how I feel about her. But unfortunately, that's not what exists.

In my mind, everything should be clear immediately. I even got fed up with his attention. Enough time has been wasted trying to figure out how to avoid it.

HEART GUARD

For you the guardian of the heart

Thank you for your presence

Your presence makes me feel meaningful

Guardians of the heart

Accompanying me without meaning

Always ready and waiting

No matter what happens

Do you know the guard of the heart?

What I feel

Of course you won't understand

I wanted to open it but I didn't make any injuries

I don't want to be special

I just want to be ordinary

Even in your heart

SORRY

Forgive

Because I can't afford it

Even I can't

To receive you

I know your race

I know what you want

I understand your as

Sorry

I can't

Even to learn

Even to try

I'm sorry I couldn't afford it