Poetry and Love Journey

enticings

it seemed like the end of this much Sophia was glued to the screen of her mobile phone, and smiling to herself, Olivia who saw it felt something strange and she tried asking.

"who made you able to form such a smile?" asked Olivia behind her as Sophia herself was sitting on the makeup chair

"nothing, I'm just reading"

"indeed since when are you interested in reading" led Olivia

"hmm since then"

"what are you reading?"

"bee in the desert"

"novel it? it's been a long time"

"you know?"

"it's a very old novel, not everyone knows it, who recommends you?'

"someone" Sophia tried to refuse to say who "is this not famous?"

"it's an amazing novel but not so famous, I thought it was drowning"

"so"

then they were silent for a moment until Olivia said "i think the art fair will be good for your date" said Olivia, who seemed to know something

Sophia was immediately startled, and she trembled at the words of Olivia who arrived "what! why are you talking so!" sophia looked up trembling

"i realized you admire him, right? it would be nice if you were the same age" again said Olivia made Sophia more afraid, inexplicably Olivia like a proportional detective who knows everything

"how can..." Sophia looks a little resigned, she really concluded Olivia knew everything

"i'm just guessing, and from that expression I can tell, there's someone pulling you" Olivia herself didn't really know what, she was just a little good at reading Sophia, she was just a little good at reading Sophia, it was also Sophia's own fault that she was unaware of his expression. Olivia understands Sophia that she will not always deceive people as an idol, she can sometimes be very caught off guard with new things, such as likes

"astage..." Sophia felt strange at this time, she did not become her usual self always calm, and strange also she did not mind for Olivia to know

"can you?" Sophia seemed a little hesitant and confused as to how she had asked him "she had never conveyed her identity either"

"let's get a message now"

"he? now?" Sophia was surprised that her heart was not ready for this, she asked why she had to be nervous, she herself did not know the identity of the poet

"weren't you curious? olivia told Sophia to convince her

"alright" said Sophia, she held her phone and gave a message through her social media

'i heard the day after tomorrow there will be an exhibition in the old building of the capital, I need a friend to accompany me'

Sophia asked before sending the message "is this enough?"

"send it"

Sophia sent the message and now somehow she was tense waiting for a reply

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Dhani was in front of his house enjoying the yellow sky, he was seen coming home from the stall buying something.he decided not to enter the house first and sat in the front seat of his house. he stared at the sunset-less afternoon sky, he could only enjoy the dreamy sky with the reflection of light whose source was already covered by a large building. he only realized humans will look for it when it has disappeared, and regret when there is a chance he really never enjoyed it.

dhani sat in front of her window with a glass of hot chocolate last afternoon in her shop, looking up at the night sky still showing the beautiful moon, although he knew the moonlight source was the same as the light source he saw this afternoon. But I am grateful to still be able to see the moon is very beautiful for some reason Iya not feel so, when he saw the beautiful afternoon sky whose sun is covered by a luxury building. In the end he can not blame nature, it is actually the fault of humans, greedy humans do not care about other humans. From the beginning it was so the motion of the sun, He did not change, but man who took the sun for himself.

As he was setting to watch the moon the message came from his phone, the message, coming from his idol, which at the end of the day, they shared a strange communication message, which made them connected. The emotional bond that exists between poems. The conversations they had were not like the conversations other people had.

The message read a call that Dhani had never thought of before. Visit an art exhibition. It finally made her doubt herself earlier, She decided not to tell her identity. But, somehow, just felt this to be an opportunity for her. Closer to his idol work his joy overflows so that he can actually be afraid of what will happen to his idol if people find out Oh, yes, will continue dating a man like himself. But the fear did not stop him from asserting the invitation, Dhani said 'I will be there'

After sending the message Dhani is nervous, Will the day after tomorrow will go as smoothly as what he imagined in his head when he saw his idol.

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Olivia was a little away from the nervous Sophia, waiting for a new reply about 3 minutes ago. Olivia had never seen Sophia who looked like this before. In fact Sofia had already realized a long way back when Sophia first acted strangely. At that time she knew Sophia was interested in something, Olivia, who became one of the followers of Shopia social media knew, that, when Sofia made a comment to all poets, that happened quite often Yes, you know, Sofia was interested in the poet at the time. Olivia found out about the poet, starting from her age. Who he is and where he lives. Sophia did not get anything from the social media she posted, because social media was really new, no photos, no photos, no one marked the location or marked the poet but saw Sofia who became more beautiful in her eyes, because she was honest with herself. Although Sophia who deceives many people is also admirable she is happier when she sees Sofia who is honest with her.

Olivia also enjoyed reading the poet's poem. A different poem is a love poem, a poem that explains something different, a poem that does not praise Sophia, a poem that seems to know what happened to Sophia. Actually somehow Olivia felt jealous of Sophia, she, hoping, there was a man who would attract her attention. This or the future to come. Olivia read the poet's poem and Somehow, she decided to thank him. In one of the poems.