WOMEN AND GRAVES

STARS IN VERSE

The moth is too happy, so the flowers bloom in the heart and the moths fly around its head. It is like a caterpillar crawling full of fighting, hanging and shackled in a cocoon, then wings of happiness appear at the end of the story.

After the storm of a clear day came, Kumal thought. He jumped up in excitement when he got a letter from Arin. He looked at the letter as if Arin's smile was depicted in the letter. He hugged the letter. He kissed the letter over and over again. He also wrote with a letter in his hand. Now Kumal is completely insane. He was crazy, crazy about the sender of the letter.

“Strade basis!” said a jealous Beautiful Ghost. In fact, Kumal did not comment on Fana Ismi's remarks. He considers the ghost as a ghost, between nothing and nothing. Of course Fana Ismi is upset, even though she has no right to be upset.

A date! A date! A date! Only that word fills Kumal's head at the moment. Arin asked her out on a date this week. He had to prepare everything for the date, both physical and mental. He was diligent in sports, diligent in bathing, even diligent in sleep. It can't get sick, before the day for the date comes.

And with money honor writing— leftover from paying rent—ia use to buy clothes, pants, perfume, even new underwear. He wants to look cool in front of Arin. He wanted Arin to see a Kumal as someone to be reckoned with.

Not only that, now everywhere he always carries a thick brown-coated book. He always read the book: in the park, in the rented, on the bus, on the sidewalk, in the cemetery, even in the WC he read the book while crouching. The book also provoked the eyes of Fana Ismi. Whether it was a book, Kumal would rather read the book than chat with Beautiful Ghosts.

“Are you not tired of reading the book over and over again?” fana Ismi asked a bit arrogant, because some days it is considered like never existed.

“That's better than tired of chatting with you,” reply Shabby cold.

“You're evil!”

“I don't care.”

Fana Ismi was really excited to hear the cold replies. “Actually what book is it anyway? So the book looks more interesting than my beauty.”

“Test group.”

“Test group?”

“Yes,” Kumal looked at Fana Ismi, it seemed fine to take a moment for the ghost. Beautiful ghosts need friends. “This book contains the poems of my idol poet.”

“Your idols?”

“Yes, this poet who made me fall in love with poetry. His poems and life stories make me want to be a poet like him,” Kumal said with sparkling eyes. He began to talk about the poet. The famous poet he adored as a child.

Kumal said the poet died by shooting himself in the head on stage. At that time, lovers of poets love verses witnessed for themselves, how the bullet penetrated the temple. In the midst of thousands of fans, he also said the last words before committing suicide, “I've lost.”

“Agrible. Do you idolize a terrible poet like him?” asked Fana Ismi again, it seems he began to be curious about the poet.

“Of course. I'm sure his words have meaning. Even when my date and Arin started, I would express my feelings with her verses.”

“Reveal feelings?”

“Yes, it has been a long time since I fell in love with the woman,” Kumal reply calmly. He did not realize, that the ghost in front of him felt his heart torn\-shred when he heard that sentence. Maybe Fana Ismi just got to know Kumal. However, he finds comfort when he is with Kumal, such as when he is with the man.

“Are you going to use the verse\-syair?”

“Ya.”

“Why don't you use your own poems, aren't you also a poet?”

“Don't I already say, I'm just a poor poet, my poems can't even make a dancing weed.”

Beautiful Ghost sighed. “Alright, it means that your idol poet is really great, so you trust his verses to express feelings to the woman you love. May I hear just one verse of the poet?”

“Bby,” reply Kumal approve. He reopened the book, choosing verses that would have been appropriate between the sheets of paper. He also read the poem. “There are so many stars in the sky there, and I chose to fall in the lap of the full moon.”

The poem was as if it were familiar to Fana Ismi's ears. Without realizing it, he also asked a question, “Who is the full moon?”

“The full moon is you.”

Silent. The famous poet named Gemala, managed to make the atmosphere become silent with his poem.