My Love is Wrong

Poetry for Ara

I got to the office for about 20 minutes. I looked for the office key in my jacket pocket, and I managed to open it.

I saw Andre on his desk fiddling with his computer. I greeted..

"Malem Dre's... "My word.

Andre turned his head and returned my greeting then continued to focus on his computer.

I went to my desk, and began to do the tasks given by Mr. Amin, my boss. I'm tuning music, Sheila on Seven's old song. Sometimes I sing the song if I happen to memorize the lyrics.

Suddenly Mr. Amin came, then greeted me and Andre.

"How is the company project CV x Pak Pram...Completed already? " Priest to my desk, watching what I am doing.

" Not yet, sir, a little more. I'm still compiling the data, because the data of the CV x company is a bit ambiguous so it must be tidied up first can be compiled." I said explaining to Mr. Amin while showing the data of the company in question.

Mr. Amin noticed the data I showed, then the mangosteen signs understood.

"In my opinion, the data should be tidied up using the program X aja Pak Pram, so it can be clean and do not take long." The Imam gave instructions.

I nodded in agreement.

Then Mr. Amin went to Andre's table and noticed what Andre was doing. Then I heard them discussing the project Andre was working on.

Even though it was getting late, the three of us were still discussing the projects our company handled. Not long before Gion came. Rame is the discussion.

I went to the kitchen to make coffee for the four of us. My office is quite large building, so there is a kitchen, and there are 2 empty rooms one for Andre and the other one is my room to rest. And there are 3 large rooms that are used as offices.

I served the coffee that I had made, and there was a fry brought by Gion mas as a snack.

We moved to the meeting room, because the table was bigger, and the place was wider if we wanted to discuss.

We do discuss it more often at night, because we each have our own business activities outside during the day. Unless there's a necessity to meet your clients during the day we just gathered. But there are other staff who have to standbay in the office in the morning until the afternoon.

We were so excited about the discussion, did not feel the time had shown at 2 am. Then Mr. Amin and Mas Gion went home, and Andre went into his room because he was sleepy.

Stay alone, now I'm at my desk opening my laptop. I can't sleep yet. My mind is still focused on Ara. I tried to distract myself, but I always failed.

I reopened the social media X that Ara followed. I opened everything there. I saw a picture of Ara and her family going on vacation to a tourist area X. I saw Ara's shady smile, I noticed the sincerity of Ara's face.

Ara is still as she once was, simple, shady, patient, motherly and full of sincerity...

Suddenly I imagined the smile that I always got in class first in High School. It was clearly Ara's plain face, her innocence, and her small laughter. "Ara..." My inner.

I don't know why, I was encouraged to make a poem for Ara. I strung word for word out from the bottom of my heart. I wrote it with all my heart, and it was very deep in my heart. I really wanted to spill all my heart that I had not been able to reveal and I spilled that time.

After almost half an hour, I finally managed to finish a poem for Ara. With a little courage I sent the poem to a private message for Ara on Social X.

Ara knew that I loved making poetry long ago, in High School. But I haven't been able to show him all my poetry, I don't know why.

After the poem I sent, I continued to do chores. And I don't know what time I suddenly fell asleep in a sitting position in my chair.