The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 7 - In The Heart There is Poetry

“How about my offer?” ask Roman.

I shook my head. And Roman immediately turned his face away, staring deep into the sky, this afternoon.

“OK, then you sing here!”

“Here?”

“Iya.”

I looked at the people at the stop, they looked in one direction. Waiting for the city bus to bring each other home. This afternoon, Roman kept me from going home at this stop. He still plays his fingers on the guitar strings.

“I can't sing.”

“Gue doesn't need it or not, but I want to hear your voice, that's it!”

Men are pushy, but I like being forced like this. For me Roman is not coercive, but firm. Hm, although different characters, but I believe Roman has the same direction of life. I've never seen him smoke, or get drunk. He just hangs out, it's me who's stiff with him, I'm too loner, so can't follow his style of language, but, I realize, Roman never asked me to follow the style of language. Maybe, he likes stiff women, because not all women in school are like me.

Not to be boasting, but I realized, that the word unique, very much in demand by most men today. Roman, should I say fall in love with you, or am I waiting for your heart to melt, to say that you want to protect me?

“I..”

And speechless. I can't say these words.

“Indeed it's not easy against something we don't want.”

“You mean?”

“Hhh... lo firm in holding principle, there are rarely such women.”

Suddenly my nose is blooming. Like going to fly into space, where the sky is cloudy, it will surely rain.

“But, don't ge-er yes.”

“How common is it!” my ketus.

“Hahahaha..”

Roman laughed instead. Is anything funny? I felt cornered by his prejudice, I liked it. I really like the care he opens up to me, as if he's trying to recognize me, trying not to offend me. A man like this is a kind person.

It's just that Roman was shaped by a harsh environment. Not only him, I was also formed with the same environment, although my mother always restricted me from entering that world, as if she did not want me to be like her, she said, he takes care of me from the negative. With all the behavior of the mother, she gave an example that the environment in this big city was not a suitable place for me.

“You laughing at me?” I put on a fierce face.

“Ngak... nope.. I'm just glad to see you're being gluttonous. Consumables, usually moody..”.

Habitually? it means he's been watching me all along. Geez, the flowers of love are blooming.

“Loh how to fuck? Let's sing!”

“Ih... I cannot sing.”

This time, Roman was very handsome with a sharp gaze. I was more and more fascinated, a man who made my heart beat faster. Can I control myself in front of him?

Suddenly, Roman played the guitar. The tips of his fingers make the feathers goosebumps, very smooth. The rain started to fall, the wind was blowing slowly, and I felt the people around me silent, listening to the guitar passages. Every now and then, Roman chanted his voice, perhaps to lure me to sing along to his rhythm. A song that is familiar to me, Roman is good at making me lulled.

Wave after wave of the guitar sound was chirping, licking, tearing down the pain I was feeling right now. My gloom became a path of light, emitting bright colors in view. Have I fallen in love with Roman? Or, am I just hypnotized by the melodious sound of his guitar?

I occasionally glanced at Roman's face, stealthily. I was embarrassed to look at her for a long time, I was afraid she didn't like my sight. However, Roman looked back at me, as if forcing her to sing along with him.

In the heart, there is a voice that says you are the moon

In the soul, there is a voice that says love is silent

In you, there is a moon in the midst of silence

Roman poetry. Oh my God— I never thought that this delinquent could chant a poem so deep, so silent, and his gaze so romantic. I was washed away, my mouth slowly muttering, singing. Roman picked the guitar more and more melodious, without realizing it, I sang accompanied by a guitar. And rain poured down on the earth, soaking our hearts that were being lulled in romance.

In my heart there is poetry

Words only for you, moon

Like a girl sitting by the window

Looking at the sky, looking at his life

Roman is back. I listened to the clanking of his guitar, then sang, getting loose. People saw us, two teenagers sitting at a corner stop, playing guitar, poetry and singing. They must have been washed away, they dissolved in our strands of words and voices. And we never thought they existed.

Nah!

The guitar strings are broken. We look at each other.—emotion is still peaking in the heart, our breath going down.

“Lo sounds better than I heard!”

“Your wife too.”

And we smile. The sound of rain replacing music and poetry, as if the rain itself were music and poetry.

“I..”

I will not continue to say, this heart is tight. Does a veiled woman know love? It's this thought that makes me unstable when I get close to Roman, I don't know, that love is sinful or makes a prayer. The way I feel, love makes me more alive, love makes me understand other people.

“What's up?”

“Nothing.”

“We'd better get home soon, before the flood!”

Roman got up from his seat, I got up too, the city bus stopped in front of the bus stop, Roman and I went in, scrambled with the others, jostled, and jostled, like a hungry man gets a pack of rice. Today, there is poetry in my heart. About Roman and the rain that fell, as well as the gaze of the eyes that radiated hope.