INTROVERT LOVE'S
Episode 5's
The poem Be
If you land, then I rain
If you love, then say it
But it looks like you're a cold-blooded uncle
I'm a shy princess, vulnerable!
Get lost, you go!
We are not compatible.
-Ara
Juma’at tamburat, after mass gymnastics is finished I go directly to the mading to know the development of Ara's feelings for me, is it the same? Growing up? No, the short poem he wrote that morning made me angry.
I was limp, my spirit was lost just yesterday it felt like hope was exploding as fast as it changed everything. I kept guessing, was that poem he made for me? What does the word mean? In order to understand every word he wrote in his poems I bought an Indonesian dictionary.
“Araaa!” I chased after him after catching a look of hate from his eyes.
“Iya, why?” He looked, staring.
“You're all right, right?”
“Show?”
“You sick? Kok pake
mask all?”
“Emang can't?”
“Boleeeh, I'm just worried.”
“Who is worried about me?” It opens the mask, **** smile.
“Who doesn't worry about us with other humans?” I don't want to lose.
“Udah ah, weekend follow?”
“Where?” askaku.
“Ke reading garden.”
“Cieee, we're dating, yes?”
“Ha? What?” ask Ara sebal.
“Poems in mading, create
me?”.
“Try to find out ...”Ara suddenly threw away her face.
“Tomorrow hours Nine
go straight to Y&Y, if you're fined late!” He threatened before leaving. I'm girang not a braid.
***
“Mama can come, no?”
“Ngapain, Maaaaaaa?”
“Mama would also like to chat with ahem.” mama held back laughter, not satisfied he teased me since last night.
“Mama why, siiih?”
“Ya I've been waiting outside, how?”
“Mamaaaa.” I blinked, this time my mother laughed.
That morning my bag was full, all the brownie pieces from last night's experiment that my mom helped me carry
all right, I'm gonna give that cake to Ara. Vigorous day, ride the bike faster than usual.
Y&Y's reading park sits in the middle of the market, the only place the city's latest books even beat the stock
the latest book of the regional library, I must admit the interest in reading the people in my city is low until bookstores do not last long fortunately Y&Y Reading Park still exists for a handful of people who thirst to read like us.
I couldn't help but smile, Ara's bike was parked, the great thump filled my chest, I thought of it as a first date like some romantic scenes I read in some novels, usually on a first date someone will be awkward and even act silly, the good news is that the novels also give me some tips to overcome the awkwardness and silliness. Damnit damnit! I realized I had
mature before its time!.
“Which one, this?”
“Iya ..” Ara turned her head slowly, wanting to say something but she paused because she realized that it was me.
“Eatya drink milk body heightening.” I teased him while giving him the book he wanted to take
from a shelf much higher than her.
“Apaan anyway, new nyampe make rusuh.” The direction snorted, pointing his fists at me.
“I'm on time, right?”
“Shortly!” For a moment he looked at the wall clock then looked at me sharply, “Lumayan, the man should
like that, on time!”
“Mmm, yes...” Somehow that morning his eyes were clearer than usual, like there was a light that made me
melted, I don't know what has spontaneously possessed me walking out.
“Hei, Hanan! Where to?”
“To situ.” I turned my head while pointing out the door.
“Ngapain? Want to
home?”
“Eh yes, yes. Not yet hehe.” It turned out that the tips I had learned from many novels were lost by one magic-filled gaze of Ara. I was misbehaving.
“Why you? Fever?” Ara giggling.
“Engga, just wanted to check the bike,”I replied with a reddened face.
“How are you, anyway?”
“That's nothing, oh yeah, I brought something.” I rushed out the brownies from the bag to divert
topic of conversation, “This is me who made.”
“Serious?” He was open, not believing.
“Iya, assisted mom hehe.”
“By cicip?”
“Everything for you.” Ara my chest smile is full.
“Poems yesterday, why?” my many.
“Oh, this is a bribe, huh? Why is the poem, Good? You want?” ask him back.
“Not willing, the poem is sad..”.
“Maybe.” For a moment we were silent.
“According to you that courtship, sin?” Ara asked seriously.
“Mama said yes, sin. Why?”
So, now we're sinning, huh?” ask her to come back.
“Emang we're dating again?” I'm shocked.
“No idea.,” replied Ara plain. My face suddenly turned red. Anywhere, the air around feels hot. Sweat seeds were coming out around my hair.
Before we went home we borrowed some books. I don't know what the meaning of the term courtship that people often call the obvious one that day I was so happy, it felt like flowers were blooming along the way, poems from Sapardi Djoko Damono circled in my head making the waves more palatable, a sturdy bike slow to fly.
I want to love you with
simple;
with a word that cannot be spoken
wood to fire that makes it ash
I want to love you with
simple;
with a signal that can not be delivered by the cloud to the rain that makes it
nonexistent
