
While driving the car, Nabilah decided to let a drop of tears flood his cheeks. Nabilah's left hand turned on the car radio. A shady song accompanies Nabilah's journey home. The clock has shown at eleven fifteen minutes.
...ARDHITO PRAMONO - FINE TODAY'S...
...We will find a way...
...To be honest make no mistake...
...Sometimes I pray...
...Tell me how to make you stay...
...And you always go to be the one for me...
It was not in vain to come to the salon. Plong. Like no one is burdening Nabilah, even though the facts are still there. There is still a sense left behind. Nabilah. He regretted his decision to return to work in Indonesia. Ah, though, he was already quite happy in Tokyo. His salary while still a translator at a book publishing company was quite high. At that time, he did not even remember why he had to resign, then moved to an advertising company whose salary was somewhat below that of the Japanese company. Nabilah condemned his own decision. Unfortunately, he bit his lower lip.
"Kan, now it's difficult to move-on," said Nabilah bersed sedan. Then Nabilah sang along with the singer. "...there were times when it rains. Just the thing kept me sane. It's too much for a little time of fame..."
Crying, singing. Crying, singing. Then, there was a melodious chant of a song sung by a pretty handsome man. His voice was sweet, especially his face. And, Nabilah immediately reached into the contents of his handbag. He picked up the phone and opened a draft folder located in one of his e-mails. Nabilah never forgets, even though it was many years ago the event. The great moments of togetherness between Nabilah and Matthias. They are so satisfied with the relationship without the status that is being established. Though the majority of fellow second-year students of Mandala Junior High urged the two of them to immediately formalize the relationship. Nabilah and Matthias. I don't know what possessed the two of them, with the status of friends but that's all, both Nabilah and Matias were very happy. The shy Matias, Nabilah, has a considerable prestige.
...According to your mother, you are childish...
...Mr. Nelson said you were selfish...
...To me, you hold justice very high...
...Darius always said you were weak,...
...To me, you are amazing...
...You hold the principle to the end...
...Matthias, or the pine!...
Is this poetry? Laugh with his own mind. At that time, Nabilah admitted he had enough difficulty in Indonesian subjects. Instead of learning about Perfected Spelling (EYD) or the General Guidelines for Indonesian Spelling (PUEBI), Nabilah preferred Hilman-Boim's funny novels (which Nabilah still likes to read Lupus, according to Nabilah, until now, Lupus is naive in terms of understanding women's feelings) or the Meteor Garden series (which Nabilah often feels anxious about the behavior of Dao Ming Tse, who likes to upset his heroine). This poem itself (well, we just think so) was written Nabilah during Computer lesson time.
Until this moment, it just settles inside the draft folder. Untouched for years. At that time (and probably until now), Nabilah felt it was a stupid act. Nabilah also found it futile to send it directly to Matthias. What would happen if Matias laughed at him? At that time, Nabilah suddenly thought Matias could even assume it was for the task of making poetry in Indonesian subjects, then Matias even laughed at Nabilah and pretended to lecture him. That guy sucks at the time. Even the main character in the drama Meteor Garden will laugh at the insensitivity of Matias.
The red light stopped Nabilah's car and other vehicles. Nabilah turned off the radio and flooded his tears.
"Will I go back to Japan again?" nabilah said to speak to himself, as much as he pleased. "Eh, but, right, finding a job is not easy, well. Salary in my office is now great, really."