OUR FRUIT OF HEART

Love Poetry

While Rasti was having a warm glass of tea in the living room alone, Mother Pun came out of her room. Mom's footsteps barely sound the same as Rasti's, Mom greets Rasti, patting her on the shoulder from behind. He was shocked and fell from his seat.

Fortunately Rasti did not choke, because he happened to be sipping warm tea water made by Mother.

"Rasti, haven't slept you yet, son?" tanya Mom patted Rasti's shoulder.

"Well, Mother! surprise me!" said Rasti immediately turned her body and looked at Mom.

"He, he, sorry! besides, I saw you daydreaming. What are you thinking, Rasti?" mother asked while looking intently at the two eyeballs of Rasti, which turned out to still look swollen.

"Rasti!" Greet Mom a little hard.

"Yes, Mom!" sahut Rasti turned his gaze towards the tv.

"You're crying, huh? what, your eyes are puffy?" ask Mom curious.

"No, Mom! I did not cry, just a flickering." explained Rasti, swiping.

Rasti can't lie to Mom, even if she tries to avoid Mom's eyes. The mother is the woman who conceived, gave birth, and raised him. Therefore, I understand very well with Rasti's attitude.

"You don't lie to me, Mom, this is your parents, Rasti!" exclaim Mother confirmed to Rasti.

"Mom doesn't like to be lied to, let alone Mother's own son who lies to Mother!" mother's toilet was a little disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Mom! I was crying for a while." explained Rasti as she rubbed her eyes slowly.

"Every problem, there's a way out. Solve your problems wisely, son! you are patient!" said Mother to calm Rasti's heart.

"Yes, thank you very much, Mom!" rasti said while tightly hugging Mom's body.

"Yes, Son!" Mom rubbed Rasti's hair softly and kissed her forehead.

"Better now you rest, let it be fresh tomorrow" Mother advised in her soft voice.

"Good, Mom!" sahut Rasti nodded slowly.

Rasti walked in to his room, with a giant step Rasti left Mother who was still standing in front of the tv in the middle room.

"Rasti, Rasti!" said Mom to slowly shake her head.

Rasti was feeling sad, so this time he was not joking with anyone at home. Often he tries to move on from his ex-girlfriend, by looking for a replacement.

But not yet Rasti managed to forget her ex-boyfriend, let alone just three months they broke up.

Rasti's current hope, can get a loyal boyfriend and not leave him again.

Cring, cring, cring.

Hearing the sound of a phone call on her phone, Rasti's hand moved to reach her phone on the dresser.

"Sir Ahmad?" asked Rasti while glaring.

"What time is it?" rasti said, his eyes fixed on the wall clock in his room.

It turned out that it was late at night, but Mr. Ahmad dared to call Rasti at night.

"Not a goddamn thing, Dad?" rasti said, confused.

"Hello, Sir!" greet Rasti in a soft voice.

"Yes, Mom! haven't slept yet?" asked Mr. Ahmad to Rasti.

"So had fallen asleep, and now woke up to hear the sound of a phone call from Mr. Ahmad." explained Rasti with a floating voice.

"So I interrupted Miss Rasti's sleep, huh? sorry, Mom!" said Mr. Ahmad felt he had disrupted his break Rasti.

"It's okay, sir! relax, anyways now my drowsiness has disappeared when Mr. Ahmad called me" said Rasti, his speech made Mr. Ahmad surprised.

"What time, Mom? make me GR only, deh!" sahut Pa Ahmad laughed.

"Yes, Mom! by the way, the poem I sent, good?" ask Mr. Ahmad timidly.

"Poetry? which poem, huh?" sahut Rasti is curious.

"The poem I sent to Bu Rasti, a few minutes before I called" Ahmad said.

"I mean Mr Ahmad, Mr Ahmad made a poem and sent it to me?" keep Rasti making sure.

"Yes, that's right, ma'am! my poem, for Miss Rasti. My special poem is dedicated to beautiful women, such as Bu Rasti" said Mr. Ahmad, seducing.

"It turns out that Mr. Ahmad is good at also yes, making poetry" said Rasti praising Mr. Ahmad.

"Oh, not Mom! just this time I tried to string a word for a woman that is for Miss Rasti. Suer, motherfucker!" said Mr. Ahmad assures Mr. Rasti that he is not a man who is good at seducing women using poetry.

"What time, sir? I can't believe I heard it. I'm so moved, but honestly if I haven't read it" said Rasti flowery.0p

"Well, Mom! poetry of my creation, even with the limitations of the word." pinta Pak Ahmad, so that Rasti took the time to read the poetry of the work of Pak Ahmad.

"Alright then, I turn the phone off first. I will take the time to read, if necessary I reply to his poem hyks hyks" said Rasti, teasing Mr. Ahmad.

"Okey, then I turn off the phone." Said Mr. Ahmad asking permission to Rasti.

"Good night woman of the heart" said Mr. Ahmad, expressing his heart.

"What?" rasti asked in surprise.

"Hello, hello, hello, sir!" rasti said many times.

Tut. tut's... Phone connection disconnected.

Mr. Ahmad smiled broadly after disconnecting the phone with Rasti, it seems that Rasti was curious about the poem created by Mr. Ahmad for him. So Rasti quickly opened the Whatsapp message and read a poem from Ahmad, it turns out the poem is about love or overflow of heart.

Rasti was surprised to see the content of the poem created by Mr. Ahmad for him, but he felt that it was just a poem. So Rasti does not need to bring feelings or feelings, maybe it is just a series of ordinary words.

It is likely that Mr. Ahmad only poured his hobby of making poetry, Rasti also tried to reply to whatsapp messages from Mr. Ahmad, by using poetry as well. But there implied a message that Rasti was experiencing heartbreak, in contrast to Mr. Ahmad who wrote a poem about someone who was in love.

"What kind of feeling is this? Yeah Robbi!" said Rasti growling.

"I don't want to get hurt for the umpteenth time, O God! hooft!" rasti said grunting fretfully.

Rasti circulated his views, he searched through paper and pen to write a poem themed Broken Heart. He still keeps the wound because of the actions of his ex-girlfriend who had hurt him, and left Rasti. Then his ex-girlfriend married a close friend of Rasti, when Rasti was very hit when she heard the news of her ex-boyfriend's marriage with his own close friend.

But now that Rasti knows Mr. Ahmad, little by little he tries to make his ex-girlfriend married to his own close friend. It seems Rasti feels comfortable close to Mr. Ahmad who always gives attention to him, either by phone, whatsApp messages or when they meet.