On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

The Second Letter I Still Write In Poetry

After tired of celebrating our success yesterday, I again plan to go to the University that I went to a few days ago. My intention is not to be a very happy jerk noble, but to be a good husband to a woman who is not yet clear. Hopefully she can conceive my future children later.

Before I left, prepare myself first, like a rather neat dress, then wrap my black shoes which are also a little dirty, and most importantly my favorite hat.

After everything was sorted out, I showed To and Lol whether I was already handsome.

"How, am I handsome?" I twisted my body in front of them.

I saw the bright facial expressions of the two of them, either true, or just their way to please me.

"Well, what a handsome boss, really."

"Good then."

"Where's the boss going?"

"To a place filled with love. You're here first, don't go anywhere. Later if you see others approaching or even enter this place, you must hide. Don't come out"

"Ready Boss!" Answer them both simultaneously.

I'm leaving, of course a little sneaking around 'cause there's a lot of jerk spies out there monitoring. I kept walking while letting my eyeballs, looking left and right.

Everything went well, this time I didn't find the spy. Not long ago, I also arrived at the campus gate, as usual I say hello to the two scuryti people.

"Good morning sir?"

"Morning," he answered flatly while monitoring back every incoming student.

I kept walking and went into an open room that showed my letter to a woman.

I was already standing in front of the mading, as I expected the woman I did not know was still replying to my lament.

before I read it, I looked to my left and right behind me. I was afraid that the woman who replied to my letter was among the few women who were sitting regularly in this room. Everything is safe, all the women I see are just busy with their respective work, some are working in groups. Maybe if there are eyes that look at me with a strange look the story will certainly be another that I will certainly run away.

I read the letter, still the same as the first word in the first letter, only a slight difference at the beginning of the verse.

Thank you, you are still willing to take the time to cry in my lament.

Ladri, I never considered about your body condition. In fact I want something like that, so that when we are together to fill the time of life in the world there is no one who can disturb us.

Ladri, tell me about the numbers in the almanac so I can circle the happy numbers.

Ladri, come to my residence.

let's sit down together, let's solve a problem that doesn't exist.

if we need to sit in front of my father and mother, so that our meeting will be witnessed by my angel.

I am a woman who plans to be a good mother to all your children. Nuri Amelia's.

I don't know what else to do, the words he said to me don't really make any sense to me. How could he love a man who has never come to his life. I kept thinking about what caused the woman to want to meet me while I already said that I was a man who had flaws in her body. Aih, what this is called love, if it is, if it is, so I can conclude that falling in love is a heart meeting that will both tell his heart to stay alive in a time that I no longer have to be happy.

After I finished thinking about love, I jumped up and shouted, "Love"

Spontaneous I also realized. I look, to my right and left, aih, shit. They all look at me. I quickly hid my head.

Nuri, as you would expect, I am still in good condition to express something in my heart that has never cried for a woman except for my mother and mother.

Nuri, if your writing is your tears then this is my container to hold every story you cry.

cry as much. If I was the cause then I was the most heartbreaking story because such a story was definitely started from great happiness.

Nuri Ameliaku, in this innocent story I tell you a nostalgia that does not find his night to be happy but he always smiles every time that returns to happy dreams since the past.

Nuri Ameliaku, if you plan to be a good mother to all my children in the future, then I plan to make a round dining table that can serve you a lot of food for me and for our children.

But I still have not found the right reason why you love a poor man like me who has never even scratched his pencil in your story.

Nuri, tell me what makes you so mature and old with me, tell me, so that I can also tell my heart to stay alive to make words, Nuri I am the man who will take care of you if old age gives a little pain to your body. I'm the one.

Nuri, before I visit your house, tell your father and mother that what they will see is a poor man whose hands and head are not perfectly formed by God.

Signed, Ladri is an impossible man who has a tremendous affection for you. On the other hand, I am more worried that you are sick than that I am dead.

The letter was finished I wrote, of course I put it back in its place, under the previous letter. Before I leave this campus, I must first prepare, look to my left and right, hoping that my reply would not be in this room, as I expected, he said, I can't see the eyes looking at me full of disappointment.

I walked in a slightly lowered way and also lowered my hat slightly. That's my way of hiding my flaws.

I had gone out of the gates of the campus and had certainly returned to my hiding place, which was ready to hide my head and my evilness from the no-man's spies.