WHEN I FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 17
Little man, young age
Cigarettes in hand, in front of the shop
On the sidelines, joked about three of his friends
On top of the newspaper, playing dominoes
In localization, the suburbs
The name of sin, may not speak
Hell, beautiful poster of a dim room
You were born, poor little man
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A song by my idol musician, Iwan Fals, called "Gali Gongli", I played on the cd player in my room tonight. The song is about the son of a prostitute, named after the title of the song. Yes, it is a little less connected with the happy moments that I live today with Lela.
Happy is the right word to describe my mood tonight. I am a simple lover. Seeing Lela lift the order paper like lifting a winning trophy from a badminton tournament, it makes me happy and satisfied. Today, I also managed to find out Lela's favorite. Lela loves western pop music, is a fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe movies, and she is reading a novel titled, Pet Sematary. I have to find and know everything. These data are important for a man who is in love with a woman. Wh why? Because when a man is in a position alone with the woman he loves, and the man is confused about what to talk about, the men can discuss things that the woman likes. That's a powerful way to get a woman to get swept up in the subject, and when that happens, a man should be able to pretend to be interested in the topic at hand. That's research!
While I was surfing the internet looking for information about the most popular western songs, suddenly someone opened the door to my room. The smell of perfume the scent of jasmine flowers spread in the room, a smell that disturbed my sense of smell. Slowly the door opened (causing a squeaking sound), and then a long-haired woman's head protruded into my room from the sidelines of the open door.
"Pet Sematary?" said the woman.
For a moment, I was horrified. But when I found out the woman was Fitri, it was a normal moment! Because I'm used to Fitri's weird behavior. "Yes, Pet Sematary. You know that book, Fit?" ask him.
"Stephen King, 1983" Fitri replied.
Wah ... if Fitri can know the name of the author and the year of publication of the novel. Sure, the novel is horror. "You got the book, Fit?" ask her.
Fitri did not answer my question. However, his right hand, whose nails he painted black, protruded into my room while thrusting a book. I stood up, walked over to Fitri, and I picked up the book he had given me. I saw the front cover of the book with the black kittens on it, Pet Sematary. Here is the book, I thought. "Well, you borrow first, Fit?" my spoken. With a flat face, Fitri nodded her head to answer my request, then she closed the door. My sister, over time her behavior has become more and more horrible. Ah, but never mind, I don't need to talk about Fitri anymore!
I walked over to my bed, after I had previously turned off the cd player who had been playing songs from Iwan Fals. I lay on my soft bed, and I opened the novel that Fitri had just lent me. Yeah! I read the same novel that Lela was reading. Then I started reading the first book of the novel. On page nine, there is a foreword from the author, Stephen King. I think it's good that I read it too, so that my knowledge of Pet Sematary gets better. In the introduction, the author tells that the story in the novel is inspired by his personal life. The author wrote a place name, the name of his child, the name of the cat, until at the end of the introduction of the book it says :
I was especially troubled by the most important sentence in the book, which Louis Creed's old neighbor Jud said. "Sometimes, Louis," said Jud. "death is better."
I closed the novel! Then I slowly placed it on my room table, and I dropped my body on the bed hugging the bolster. Goddamnit! What book is that?! Who would want to read a book that has been so horrible, even since the introduction! How could Lela and Fitri survive reading that book?! I can't read Pet Sematary.
