My Hamster Heart's

Poetry

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After school, Alya and Abel went straight home and just as it was agreed that tonight, it was Abel's turn to stay at Alya's house.

"Assalamualaikum Nyak." greetings Alya followed by Abel who immediately came to Nyak Yuli who was selling in a rice stall sit and kiss his hands.

"Waalaikumsalam, Eh, the virgin son of Nyak has come home. Gih sono, eat. Nyak already ready for your favorite jengkol." said Nyak Yuli welcomed the arrival of her two children. Yes, Abel was already considered his own child by Si Nyak.

"Iye Nyak's. Aye is so hungry. Oh yeah Nyak, which Babe?" tanya Alya did not see his father around the house.

"Yeah, you don't know what Mr. Lo's job is, Al. Yes, Mr. Lo is again service, nyopir, nyopir. Udeh, you do not mostly bacot, gih eat ama Si Abel tuh. Nyak again busy." said Nyak who seems busy with the number of rice customers who are indeed crowded with buyers especially at crucial hours aka lunch hours like this.

Understandably, so delicious and famous food stalls Nyak Yuli and for fear of not getting part of the ration, the, there are customers who have been queuing to order from five o'clock in the morning when the stall will open when six in the morning and even until the night is still always sought by loyal customers, some order two packs, some order two packages, four packs, some even up to ten packs. In addition to delicious, the price is also cheap, only ten thousand rupiah already can fried chicken, stir-fry oseng tempe anchovy, fried bihun, the same sambel that is so appetizing. [Cock, so hungry huh? Waduh, I think Ane should eat first. He he he.]

"Yes already Nyak, We go inside first." said Abel according to where the direction of the departure of Alya which Nyak replied just dehumanize without yes.

"Eh, do you want to eat first or change clothes first?" ask Alya.

"Eat first yes, hungry I Al." replied Abel while holding his stomach asking to be filled immediately. Then the two went to the dining table and Alya opened the hood of the serving that had been presented there is a clove, balado eggs, and kale stir-fry. Alya drooled, he tangent to want to eat which first but his eyes were more towards the jengkol stew of nyak cuisine which became his mainstay menu. For Alya, jengkol stew is the most delicious food ever. Fuck the expensive restaurant-style steak, or any food because of its delicacy there is nothing like the typical jengkol stew Nyak Jamilah, his mother.

"Darent," said Abel who had stopped Alya who was pulling out a chair for him to sit.

"What?" alya looked at her best friend.

"Before eating, I want a photo of this food first. Want me to post to Instagram, Path, ama Twitter." exclaimed Abel enthusiastically while removing his phone from the pocket skirt uniform and snap, snap, snap, the food snapshots that have been presented on the table are now also on his phone in the form of photos and with the power of Abel's fingers, his Instagram feeds, Twitter, and Path followers have been filled with photos of food this afternoon.

"OK, now is the time to eat" Abel said as he put his phone on the table and pulled a chair and took his rations. Alya could only shake her head at the behavior of her friend.

"Jengkol stew aja you use the event posting on IG everything" said Alya then drew rice to his plate.

"Nothing the name is narcissistic either. Must update dong. Poor followers I must miss the same post" said Abel prides himself with the number of followers that are not how, how not, the number did not reach five thousand followers even though his finger was curly asking for follback from the one he followed. How to get a response back, the average who followed him was the artist and singer in the country and abroad account outside it that he followed was just his IG account Jorse the head of the osis was the rest he just stalking his friend's accounts even the number of followers is more than the number of his followers. The number of his following reached the number of six thousand accounts. Ha ha ha ha... What matters to him is narcissism, narcissism, narcissism. Live narcissist!

***

The sun was shrinking, and now the sky was turning dark. The hour hand keeps moving forward slowing the work of the moon. These two companions, spending time in the room, Alya as usual, were, spending time reading novels and Abel chose to become a stalker by stalking IG his friends and the one he spied on in the sosmed was Jorse's account. Abel with his eyes so excited, saw one by one a photo of a man who turned out to have an athletic body like a real athlete and it was evident from one photo that the man uploaded to his account. Abel's eyes were wide.

"Crazy, it turns out that sixpack is also his body Kak Jorse. The likes are also many more." he said with eyes that are not moved in the slightest from the screen of his phone while Alya did not win at all besides focusing on his reading.

"Such great Brother Jorse, already so tall, smart, athletic, tajir anyway. The dream guy really." reply Abel praised the good looks of the guy then a moment later, as aware of something, Abel removed his gaze from his phone and now turned towards Alya who was sitting next to him.

"Al, so how?" ask Abel. Alya was still silent because she was too focused on reading and Abel called her once again and then replied with his gloom.

"Where?" asked Abel again who managed to focus on reading it.

"What Abel? You bother me to read it." reply Alya immediately closed the novel and turned the field to Abel upset.

"That's what I was asked of Jorse" Abel said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Fortunately you remember." he patted his forehead because he forgot the offer given by Jorse Adi Putra.

"Gue bangtung Bel. Accept what?"

"If I'm saranin, mending you accept it. Yes, good calculations also for experience. So if you really want to come along, I am ready to come so that you can take care of everything." said Abel with a typical grin.

"Yes, you have a point too. Yaudah deh, if that's tomorrow we meet Kak Jorsenya equally yes." reply Alya after thinking to accept the offer from Jorse.

There is no harm in trying something good, right?

"Well, that's dong Al. Kebayang no, being involved in the event is cool, especially this is a big event that will involve several SMA hits in Jakarta. Surely there will be many other boys kece." the shadow of Abel was fixed on how many men kece who will come to the event later.

"Yeah, the big boy in Lo Bel's mind. Meningan rather than thinking a distance, you mending sleep at night. Tomorrow morning wake up, school." said Alya while laying her body on the mattress and save the novel she had read just now and followed Abel while still smiling still thinking about the guys hits that he intended earlier.

***

"Inget yes Bel, if we meet with Kak Jorse, do not make a kayak that yesterday." said Alya as he walked down the school corridor to his class. There was Abel beside him.

"Lo calm down, I'm sure everything's safe. I want to take a selfie with my handsome brother" replied Abel and Alya stopped her footsteps and changed her gaze towards Abel. Looking at it fixedly with an eye bead that wanted to glare out. Abel smiled bitterly at Alya who seemed to want to eat him alive.

"Hi hi hi hi, I'm not kidding Al. Peace." he said awkwardly while forming a number two symbol with his index finger and middle finger followed by a big smile and Alya continued his footsteps.

But when he was about to enter the classroom, Abel saw there was a crowd of children who seemed to be swarming something and Abel immediately pulled Alya's arm without excuse to make the girl dumbfounded.

"Wait Al,"

"What else is the bell?"

"Lo look back there. What are the kids doing, huh?"

"Where do I know Bel, right from here we're the same."

"Dripping there. Liatin first. Who knows if there's any important info, it's a pity, if it's passedatin that's it." Abel. Alya considered, first Abel was right, who knew there was important info and secondly, because he was overwhelmed with a sense of penance, he stepped towards the crowd of children.

"Excuse me, excuse me, uh, what the hell is going on? How early in the morning it's been on a scene here, mading anyway," asked Abel trying to break through children who had no gap and seemed to give him no gap.

"Look, the poem is really cool. Melting me." said a student amazed by the poem he just read. Alya frowned hearing that.

"LUSTY!" hysterical Abel who is already in the front row and face to face with the board mading. His screams shrieked his ears around him and he came out of the crowd and approached Alya who was not involved in the shade. Abel came out with the look of his face like a stray dog and his breath was cut off.

"Why lo? I saw the devil run out of the mading. What's the info?" alya asked curiously while shaking her waist.

"Hold me back Al," he said like he wanted to fall and Alya immediately held him, helping him not to collapse.

"What's wrong?" tanya is getting curious.

"Lo must read!" abel tried to regulate his heartbeat.

"What?!"

"Gue can't be clear. You have to read it yourself." suggested Abel. Alya was curious, then he tried to join the mading but when he wanted to read it, baby, he was unable to see the contents of the mading because many children stood in front of him, he said, both men and women, both thin and fat, the tall and small aka short must be willing to tiptoe and when Alya wants to step closer, the entrance bell rang and that, he undoes his intention to know more deeply what the contents of the mading and walk away from the mading that began one by one left the reader.

Along the way to class, many children were discussing what they read and Alya heard because he passed by.

"Who is the author?"

"This schoolboy isn't it?"

"Oh, I swear, cool."

Alya was listening to him. Abel was bewitched by what he had read.

"Lo didn't read it. Nysel knows." chirped Abel. Alya could only be silent hearing the comments of her dear friend speaking.

They sat on his bench and after that entered Bu Rica, the teacher of Physics.

"Good morning kids." greetings Miss Rika.

"Good morning ma'am!" kompak classmate.

"Okay, we start our lesson today. Please open your print book on page fifty-nine huh."

"Yes Ma'am." replied they were half compact because only a few children answered because almost half were silent and chose to open the book as instructed by Bu Rika.

"Yes, you guys do those things. I love the time one hour and it's spent gathering, I'll make this as your duty value. Understood?"

"Understand Mom!" exclaim some students understand even though some are grumbling because it is not what, because it is also a lot and fairly difficult. Twenty numbers and the time given was only one hour but the happy news turned out to be :

"Okay, you guys do it first. I stayed for a while because I had a job at the office. If you don't come, just work it out until the hour and Bona,"

"Yes Mom?" Reply Bona for being called.

"Let's get some class work together in Mom's room."

"Yes, Mom."

"Mother come out, and don't make a fuss." Miss Rika responded and left the class without bringing anything because she came in just now with nothing.

"Yes Ma'am." exclaimed the compact class back and "Yes!" It is their call of compactness afterwards that means, they can freely chat without the need for direct supervision from Bu Rica who has left. Just understand, though, bu Rica's job is not only as a teacher of Physics but also as a vice principal of the student section so it is undeniable that he often only gives assignments to the class he enters, so it is undeniable that he often only gives assignments to the class he enters, his duties as a teacher of new subjects will be reduced, when Miss Amel who was on leave for childbirth was re-entered.

"Lo everyone, no one's on the storm huh. If not, I report to Bu Rika." shouted Bona provoked unrest from children who are pro situations like this because their chat room so no longer free.

"What the hell is lo Bon? Fucking very."

"Tau nih, rombeng can bottom. Ignore his work." chirped one of the students.

"Eat him do not make a fuss, can chat as long as the train remains." exclaimed Bona chimed in his friends.

Abel then looked at Alya who seemed to focus on doing the task of giving Bu Rika while smiling as if mocking. Alya was disturbed and uncomfortable until he did not continue his duties. He glanced at Abel.

"What do you smile about? I'm not telling you how you feel."

"So. Al Becanda. As for the answer to yes." - Abel's timpal. 

"Eh, did the kids read what the hell in the mading?" alya asked curiously.

"It's hard for me to look at Al, but I swear you have to see for yourself."

"Yaudah, just go there.",

"Yes, but you must remember today the same agreement that Brother Jorse made the meeting after this osis."

"Yes Bel." Alya then continued his work.

***

When the break rings, alya hurriedly headed to the school's mading board which in fact never deserted from the interest of the reader even though in the day usually mading never get a response as enthusiastic as this and that's the cause may be one of the important information taped there but ah, usually it is also if every important info is never this serame. Alya tried to break through the ranks of his friends and his eyes widened to read a writing made on paper and his prediction was typed using a typewriter that every edge of the paper was ignited with a cigarette because it is found there are traces such as being burned with cigarettes.

Alya read slowly in her heart trying to find the meaning contained in each line of the verse. It sounds like this :

"Choose a piece of your heart to complete my heart,

Trying to fill that empty space

Ilove you.

In the distance and time, the,

In my eyes see you." 

-D.

Or this again :

"Senja, tell me do I deserve to enter her heart?"

-D.

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Part two this way first.

How's story?

Has anyone melting yet the same poem from Si "D?

Who is the author?

TB