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CHAPTER 9. AM I NOT TALENTED..?

Micah walked away from Rida's house. It felt like his feelings were now completely destroyed. Questions rang in the girl's mind, and the most recurring question in her head was, am I not talented at being a writer...?

Maybe that guy was right. I was too high to dream. Until I realized, if my dream is impossible to achieve, but is it true, I can not dream...? Wasn't it because of that dream that I was still strong and alive...?

Micah sat pensively, on the bench at the side of the road. He had no power to walk home. When his mind was being torn by the actions of Rida and also Kalisha, suddenly, the sound of guitar passages was heard. The voice of the man who sang Naff's song was "remember". At first, Micah did not care about the guitar and the man's voice.

But when the man approached her, and sang in front of her, her heart that was slowly growing mad began to feel cool. Not a single song had passed, and the man extended his hand toward Micah.

"I mean...?"

Micah asked with a stupid look.

"You are so enjoying the song that I brought, can dong ask for the reward of his class...!"

Oh, busker. But the appearance is neat and trendy gini, yes the busker...?

Micah's heart said. The girl reached into the small bag she was carrying, looking for money, until then, a piece of money 5 thousand thrust Micah on the long-haired man.

"Thank you..!"

"The same.."

Micah answered, rising up, and preparing to move. It could run out of money if 10 buskers come, when he sits there.

"wait. Can I ask you something...?"

"On what...?"

Micah stopped his steps, then looked at the long-haired man's face with a question mark.

"Before, introduce my name Kei.."

The man extended his hand towards Micah. Doubt Micah welcomed her.

"Micha.."

The man named Kei, was smiling after hearing the name of the girl in front of him.

"Now we are friends, can we be relaxed..?"

Micah just nodded.

"thank you. I just want it, make you terrorize me from beginning to end, you think, I have no talent anyway...?"

"Talent...? Singing or playing guitar...?"

Micah slightly could not believe he was being asked such a question.

"Both of them..!"

Micah was silent for a moment, then...

"Lumayan. I think you have talent..!"

"What talent...?"

"Both two...!"

"REally...?"

"Why indeed...?"

Micah was astonished because it looked so man in front of him, like really did not believe what he said earlier.

"Because no one said anything you said..!"

He said in a flat tone.

"Tomorrow...? But, I was telling you the truth..!"

"Yes, I know. I can tell which honest opinion is not..!"

"Well, why is it dizzy, if there are people who say you are not talented when you think you are quite talented, meaning that they do not support what you do...!"

Ah, what a hypocrite I am. Being able to say the sentence in front of this man for a while, I myself was not confident, whether I was talented or not.

Micah simply waved back, as the man bailed and waved at him. After the man's death, Micah moved from the place, to immediately go home, although his feelings were still a little upset.

***

When Micah got home, he saw that his younger brother Leo was already in a busy house in the kitchen. The smell of fried rice filled the room. From his appearance, his sister seemed to have taken a bath. He was wearing clean clothes, not dirty clothes as usual when he came home from work.

"Not where the hell. Which base..? I'm starving. Good thing there's leftover rice, I made fried rice, brother wants...?"

Micah nodded, sitting on the floor. Face grim.

Leo continued his activities in the kitchen, then a few minutes later, two dishes of fried rice served favors in front of Micah. Without a splash. However, the aroma of fried rice was quite appetizing.

"I forgot the rice is still left in the front stall, I'll take it..!"

Leo looked at his brother's face when he heard his brother's words.

"Sister forgot..? Tumbens. You like to write nonfiction stories, big brother memories, why you forget,"

Micah took a deep breath hearing his sister's question.

"You don't think I'm talented to be a writer...?"

Leo stopped his mouthful when he heard his brother's question.

"Gosh, why is it so pessimistic all of a sudden. Yes, obviously talented, there are people writing on the books stacked so, if not not not talented..?"

Micah. Actually he knew that sentence that he would hear if he asked that question. Yet, for some reason he needed thousands of people to say that, so that he would feel confident.

"So why the hell..?"

Leo tried to figure out what was really going on in his brother's mind. Again, Micah sighed.

"There's a man who stole my brother's work, and then claimed that brother's writing, he's writing..!"

Finally, Micah told him in front of his sister. A pair of Leo eyes glared at the words his brother said.

"Crazy. I have to teach you that lesson, brother..!"

"The example..?"

"Yes, report to the police for theft..!"

"But I'm a fool too, I'm a believer in them so much that I can't protect my own work,"

Micah's complaints are scarred.

"I mean...?"

"I guarantee them a collection of short stories that brother, sister wrote in a notebook,"

"Make...?"

"For them to be able to judge whether I am talented or not..!"

Leo clucked annoyed at the words of his brother.

"Good brother. This, which I do not like from my brother, brother is talented, but always not confident, to ask for the judgment of others, why should also have the judgment of others...? They are not publishers, who can criticize you with a big heart...!"

"I did that, so that I would know the quality of my writing, nothing more...!"

"Also that is not supposed to do, why do you care about the opinions of others, is not enough my opinion only...? Yes, I am not a writer, but I know quality writing or that does not meet the standards. The sister's writing was interesting, meaning that the sister was talented..!"

But in Kalisha's hands, without being interfered with by Kalisha's ideas, my work was loaded with Leo. Even though without your knowledge, I always send my writing, and no one works that managed to enter the selection, but Kalisha can make one of my works mejeng in the page of one magazine. This is what I was thinking about Leo ..

Note: Work is. If your work has the appreciation and support of a few people close to you, it means you already have talent, do not need to listen to the opinions of others, most of which only complicate, our progress.

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