Is wrong!! Revised In Infinity Manuscript

Who is Mysterious Boy?

Today I went home from school on a motorcycle with Ranti. We always shake each day because our house is next door. We changed the motor. After driving me to the door, Ranti went home. Just as I was about to enter, I saw a paper shaped like an airplane toy in general. I picked it up. I thought it might be a toy of the children around my house that flew up to my front. But as soon as I saw it, I saw "Open me". I'm rattled. Because I am a curious person, I opened it. It has a poem in it.

*Dear Vanella, please,

What miracle do you have?

You seem to have a gravitational force that keeps pulling me closer

Near you I feel like helium floating freely on land

Is it possible that you are from the positive pole and I am from the negative pole?

It may

In fact, you and I do not reject each other

In my heart continue to grow molecules of love for you

Unlimited, undefined

Until I don't know with vector quantities whether I should describe the magnitude of my love

With infinity love,

Mysterious Boy*

Instead of being moved, I laughed gigglingly at the poem. The meaning of his words is so deep. But also funny.

"It's usually this IPA kid. You know I'm an IPA kid. Is he an IPA kid too?"

I keep wondering for myself. Still holding back a laugh, I carried the paper in. In my room, I read it over and over again and laughed. I wonder who exactly is the sender of this unique poem. Things like this I can't miss telling Ranti. I called him right away. As soon as he picked it up, I hadn't had the chance to speak, I had already laughed first. Ranti was astonished.

"Lo's crazy, Van? Why the hell lo?"

"Ran, you should know this. It must be."

"You what?"

"I'm going to bacain. But I don't read it, I laugh mulu instead. I took a photo yes. I sent it through WA. This I sent. Open it, read it."

For a few seconds, Ranti was silent. He was seriously reading the poem. A moment later he laughed out loud.

"Gue doesn't know yes to be amazed as to make this poem or to laugh first. Honestly, I want to read it. There are people who make their language poems like IPA children really like that. It's between the guy who's a pinter or the guy who's ridiculous. But it's good anyway. I swear I want to keep laughing, Van. Where the hell are you from?"

"Gue have read it repeatedly still keep laughing tau not. I don't know. I was going to go in the house and keep it in the flower vase in front of my house. I think it's just a kid's toy because it was formed richly of airplane toys from that paper. I took it when I wrote it open me. Yes, I opened it. Surprised as soon as I read the poem in it."

"Eh seriously lo? It was from one of my fans. Intention to make such a rich poem. Maybe because he knows you're an IPA kid. Crazy from the 10th grade is still just being chased by fans."

"He's pretty clever too. Others are busy gombalin lo, he even gave rich poetry gini. I also wonder who it is. Detective ready to work again?"

Ranti often calls me a detective because I like to be curious about something and will definitely investigate something that makes me curious. I also like to analyze other people's thoughts and feelings by looking into their eyes.

"Surely dong. From tomorrow we'll investigate."

"How?"

"We find out first the guy in our school who likes IPA lessons and is good at making poetry. Right now I think it's the character of the person. Yes, although not necessarily. Could he just make it up."

"OKAY. We'll find out together."

I hung up the phone and laughed again. I can't wait to find out who sent this weird poem.

 

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It's still too early. Not yet seen the passing of school children in front of my house. But I was getting ready to go to school after breakfast with my mom. I rushed to Ranti's house. We also leave.

After a half-hour drive, Ranti and I arrived at school. We sat under a tree in the school yard. We left early to start the investigation.

"Lo ngajak I leave so early you actually have a plan what the hell, Van?"

"Gini, we want to know a guy with characteristics like IPA lessons and a poet. So we must have a team that can be invited to work together. We're looking for a representative from each class that's at least one. But it must be the right people who can actually give us information. We focused on 11th grade first because somehow I'm sure that it's the same age guy we are. I'll know some children from other classes, so when they just emerge from the gate, we immediately stop and explain the matter. for class 11 IPA2 let us ourselves investigate, our own classes are easier. Oh yes do not forget to love the photo of the poem to the people we want to work with so they can match the handwriting of the poet as well as their classmates."

"Lumayan is also your idea. Okay ready. Let's just wait."

It didn't take long, the school started to get crowded. The students started coming. When I saw some people I thought I could trust to find out about the Mysterious Boy, Ranti and I stopped him and explained everything. We also sent them a photo of the poem so they could match his handwriting. When I finished, Ranti and I walked to class.

Nothing has changed since the 10th grade. Along the stairs there were always rows of playboy guys sitting there and calling my name every time I passed them. Not to forget they launched their zombie appeal. I went through it without looking at them at all.

"Still rich cinderella that every dateng immediately welcomed the handsome princes. How long are you gonna fuck with them?"

"Lo think I'm gonna change my mind and want to be one of them? Yes, I want to be like those rich guys. Definitely not my type."

"Don't miss the chuckle, Van. Don't be too upset either. Later if they stop teasing you, confused you there is no channel."

"Bodo. Take it if you want."

"Here is the child. When did you fall in love?"