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CHAPTER 8. THE RUBBISH..!

Micah was standing in front of Rida's house. Knocking on the door of the house repeatedly, until then the end of the door was opened, and appeared the figure of Rida with a casual appearance in front of Micah.

Seeing Micah, Rida's forehead wrinkled, Micah never came to visit his house, they only met at work, why did this girl get here...? I thought, Rida.

He let Micah in. They sat facing each other in the living room.

"What's up Mik, tumben's here...?"

Rida opened her voice, because from earlier Micah was only silent even though he had sat down according to his orders.

"Anterin I met you dong, Kalisha..!"

Micah to the point.

"No way, he's busy at this hour with his activities, why..?"

Micah is actually very emotional if he wants to discuss this, but he tries to dampen his emotions.

"Temen you, thief..!"

"What, I'm a thief...?"

Micah and Rida both looked back at the sound. Directed inside, appears the figure of Kalisha. Micah looked more and more at Rida's sharp face, as if to ask for an explanation, why the girl did not want to meet him with his friend, even though his friend was in his house.

"Yes, Kalisha is here, while, earlier he was busy playing games, usually he was lazy to be bullied..!"

Rida tried to explain. It was as if it knew the meaning of Micah's gaze. Micah breathed in annoyance.

While Kalisha slammed her butt into the sofa, not far from Micah's seat.

"I guess, you're looking for me, really, why...?"

Ask Micah.

"Why do you want to see my work..?"

Micah asked with a serious look.

"And I told you I want to know your story, his time again...?"

"lih...! You stole it, you took my work, and you sent it to a magazine,"

"Hey, if you don't accuse there's no evidence it's called vignah...!"

Kalisha like her was not provoked by Micah's emotions like her had reached the ubun.

"Your work where Mikh, Kalisha is a painter for a story you know, where maybe he plagak your work..!"

Now, Rida's talking. And Micah was getting upset. These two girls remembered Micah, to his little friend. Who always vilify, and bully him.

"I memorized my own work, and I know what details I wrote..!"

"Oh, that. I just ngetes, your work is worth loading no, um I have sent your work kemajalah, if loaded means you are talented dong..!"

"Your intentions are not that great. You don't intend to ngetes, but you stole it, your name is listed there as a writer, if you want the intention ngetes, my name is there as an identity if I make it...!"

"Thank you...? Thanking you when our work was stolen is what you mean...!"

Kalisha stood up, staring at Micah with a piercing gaze.

"Mikh, you are arrogant, yes, just made some works, you are very worried about people stealing, you know yes, your work is nothing compared to my work, you know, my work is nothing, your work is similar to garbage, free you aspire to be a writer, your writing is crisp and flat..!"

Micah got up from his seat, and stared back at Kalisha's sharp face.

"I knew. My work may not be as good as yours. But they're not trash, they I write with sincerity, I always really do when I write everything, so they're not garbage. That trash is your doing Kalisha. You steal someone else's idea, then claim it's yours. I think what's trash here is clear who...!!"

Kalisha's face was red hearing Micah's words. He glanced at Rida as if looking for support. Rida is aware of the situation.

"Mikh, take care of your words, as Kalisha explained earlier, she wants to ngetes, she can't steal your idea, she has a lot of stories, all interesting, you want to steal your idea...!"

"I can't believe Rida, if Kalisha has a story. I want to read, I also want to know the quality of his writing, let me know where my fault is when I write a story, because all this time, I have often sent writing, so on, but I never saw, my writing was loaded, but why when Kalisha sent it, the story was immediately loaded, but the story was the same as I made it...!"

Kalisha smiled cynically at Micah's words.

"That means, your writing doesn't love elo. The proof in my hands your story is not garbage, only in your hands, the story becomes trash, it's Mikh, don't need to be extended, I will for his royalties just as elo..!"

As she said so, Kalisha reached into her pants pocket. He took out his wallet, pulled some red money from it, and gave it to Micah.

Micah did not flinch. Indeed, now he desperately needed the name of money, but still, realizing his work was stolen, the girl's heart and chest felt tight.

Micah did not want his work to be acknowledged by others, whatever the reason. It is no longer a matter of money, but a matter of self-esteem and a love of work.

"Take it...!"

Kalisha ordered Micah to take the money he gave. But Micah brushed it off.

"I'd rather you appreciate someone else's work, Kalisha. Whatever the reason, for me your actions are still the actions of a thief,"

"Gue says don't geer, you feel your work is worth plagiarizing..? Only works that are wiri in the print media, which deserve to be plagiarized, understand...!"

Micah clenched both his palms. He wanted to put his fist on the girl's face. However, if he did he would add to the problem if Kalisha brought the case to legal channels.

At last. Micah came home with a shunt. It hurts so much. Sick when he realized, his written work with all his heart, mejeng in one of the pages of the magazine, but recognized by others.

It was very hard for his heart and soul to not accept. As bad as a work is, keep it a work, he does not want anyone else, who recognizes the work he has made.

You're a Kalisha thief, and a thief doesn't deserve to be a writer...

The words were repeatedly uttered by Micah in his heart, heartbroken, but behind the destruction he felt, one question arises in Micah's mind, why did his work get into the magazine...? Though he once sent a short story with the same title and story, but it fell and was not loaded at all.

The story is the same, nothing is added and subtracted. Still his work, not polished in the slightest, by the idea of Kalisha, then where is the fault....?

Note: A true writer writes from the bottom of the heart, and always creates original writing, because he knows, a plagiarist does not deserve to be called a writer, and has a dream to be a writer..

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