On A Stormy Night
05. Heart Choice
"Dra don't you want me to tell you a story? Pingin you know how you can be," When the break arrived Damar expressed his purpose to Chandra, a classmate who looks talented in his field.
"Where are you, bro? It's not that I don't want to teach. But I also don't know how to teach you," Chandra seems to subtly refuse.
"So the story is nolak?" There was disappointment from Damar.
"No, I just don't teach people. You can only write about what is cool? Cooler still clever math," replied Chandra.
"I also learned how to write without a teacher . I'm just studying alone. Instead of going wrong or how you better find someone else who can teach you. I actually want to, really good. Don't be angry, will you?" Chandra told me what he really felt.
"Would you eat together?" Chandra continued while removing the provisions he brought from the house. He hardly ever bought food in the cafeteria .
"I'm not angry . I want to eat a bag. Yes, if so, I'll go to the cafeteria first" Damar left the class. He did not want to force her any further. He was distracted and really didn't want to teach him.
Actually other than Chandra, there are others who might want to teach him. But maybe I've been talking to him. It just so happens that the guy is a woman. Damar had a little trouble talking well with women, let alone the person he just knew.
Along the way to the cafeteria he thought of the reason Chandra refused to teach him . Is Chandra's answer honest? Maybe because they are both men? But it seems he also never saw a road with a woman. Actually, he was still hesitant about the reason he heard earlier, but if he forced it it did not feel good either. He will try again if he has the chance.
Damar was very curious, he said that writing we can also feel strong emotions. Sadness, pleasure, a burning heart, and so on in an instant can be felt. In addition, he said that being a writer (especially those who have been famous throughout the world) he will always be remembered at any time. His name can remain unexpunged by time. He had heard of it, but he doubted it too.
For now, the goal is not that. He doesn't even know how to write a good story. Maybe later, after he could his goal would be even further. There could be later in his mind wanting to surpass that of the most famous poet .
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After finishing eating, Damar headed to the library. This time he wanted to find a book related to the world of authorship whose language is simple. For some reason, sometimes such books have diction that is heavy enough to be read by ordinary people. For this reason, Damar chose a writing guidebook that he could easily understand.
After a long time, he finally found the book he was looking for. There was a sense of pleasure that enveloped his heart. He was determined to keep learning even if he had to be alone. It seems to be very serious this time.
Soon he borrowed the book, after which he went straight to his classroom. Later that night, he will definitely try it. Sometimes desperate capital is good, although not forever. Whatever happens, it's important to try first.
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