The Secret Poetry Writer

eps 5's. Tracings

#note author

Sorry dear readers.Because I was testing online, I had to stop my writing activities. I hope you can forgive me and pray that I can take XII class. Thank you for your prayers and support in reading this novel.

*junku perspective

After saying that I returned to my habit, sitting back leisurely while looking at the ceiling of this class. While occasionally glancing at Akira who was still angry at me. 'I want to know who "J" is. Tomorrow I'll find out who he is.

/Next day

Junku left early to go to school, he was still curious about the sender of the secret poem. "Luckily it's still quiet, I hope the poet hasn't shown up" I said half-run to class.

'The class is still quiet.' I thought. 'May the poem bells...uuuu..' I'm late the poem is already in Akira's desk drawer. 'How can?'. 'I left earlier than before.'

"ORANGE BLOOD INJURY"

It's been slashed inside

Blood flows through the river

The sun color that afternoon

Creating the color of my life

The liver is recovering

The blood stopped flowing

The sun welcomes the morning

In the warmth of the wind

During the day change

The door of the heart opens again

Waiting for a love

In the warmth of taste

signed "J"

' He again, does he love Akira??'

'Who is this "J?' ask me in my heart. 'what should I do with this paper? If I throw it away I can't make Akira believe I didn't make this poem. If I keep it, it will definitely create another problem.Where is this?'

Junku thought for a long time until finally what he was worried about happened.

*Akira Perspectives

'I'm sure my Junku is the culprit. Because her poetry is best in class, she also always leaves in the morning, and is always in class five minutes before the lesson begins.'

I half ran to class, after getting out of the vehicle because I saw Junku's bike parked neatly in the school parking lot.

'But if Junku did it? Wh-wh-what for? Does he love me?' ask me in my heart while running towards class.

When I got to see my Jun who was already sitting while reading the novel he borrowed in the school library.

"Junku why do you always come on time?". "Because I've been taught to get up early and go to school before the entrance bell rings" he replied casually.

I sat on my bench next to my Jun. I grabbed my desk drawer, checked if there was another mysterious piece of paper. It turns out my guess was wrong.

'Thank God there's no paper anymore.' I feel calm. I looked towards Junku who was still reading the novel.

"Junku what are you reading?". "I read novels. Why are you asking like that?". "It's okay. I'm just asking." (smiling)

*Junku Perspectives

Junku thought for a long time until finally what he was worried about happened. Shortly before Akira entered the classroom, he put the paper in his desk drawer.

'I just hide, I don't want him to accuse me anymore.'

/break time

'I'll find out who wrote this poem. Hopefully this can ease Akira's burden.' I waited for the author to appear on the porch of the class, while reading a book.

It had been 10 minutes and no other students had entered his class. 'Why hasn't anyone entered yet?' ask me. 'Yes, I'm waiting until the class bell rings.'

#note author

Dear readers, I ask for your prayers and support in my novel, and ask for your prayers for my two fellow writers so that they can be calm and happy in the grave.

I cannot replace charity from your prayers, may our Lord repay us for whatever actions we take.

Sorry for making you wait too long. I am still in school and have a lot of work to do. Hope you are entertained by my novel. Do not forget if there is an error in typing comments yes, let me fix.