Siputri

the ex

at this time the writing really penetrated my soul, as if what I had written was my future plan and felt really manifested in my real life, then I really wanted to someday this crumpled story could become a very meaningful book  and can be useful for others.

Today I'm still in the same room, then a director sends flowers and even my favorite food and gives me a surprise,
I asked them sternly;  "What do you really want ??"  I said to the director

There are lots of conversations with the director,

Maybe this talk is very beneficial for me, but it is not easy to let go of works that were born from one's own hands and then entrusted to others by carrying the name of the author.

I reiterate to them that I do not really need money from the results of my work, but let my work be useful for others, because my work is actually not only to motivate my life, but to motivate others. If this work can motivate myself, I'm sure  this work is also able to motivate others.

On that day at 4:59 pm, I saw the sun a little pale, the clouds seemed to cry dripping raindrops, I was silent in the corner of the east house while daydreaming, then the sound of graceful footsteps, then a sweet voice greeted me

"Are you alright?"  said the siputri while looking at me

I see from toe to head everything feels perfect, using a pink shirt ..

"I'm fine, I just have a little anxiety about our love story"

"What's wrong with us?
Are you starting to doubt me? "Siputri was a little surprised by my words

"No, I want to entrust our love story to others"

"To whom?"

"My ex"

"Oh, the director?"

"Yes, I'm afraid the film siputri will be much different from my writing".

We were silent and silent not a word was spoken.

I go home, go back to my room and continue the activity to work on a piece of paper and hope that my hobbies can be enjoyed by many people at once useful of course.
My job every day is just looking for new ideas, because I think ideas are what determine whether or not I am rich.

My biggest happiness is finding new ideas, and when I have a new idea my brain automatically moves all my body to execute a work, until I have a point where every day just thinking about how to find ideas ??  Ideas and ideas,

I read the book not because I like unrealistic dramas, but actually my initial goal is to find ideas,
I also like to draw, I also like to draw not because I show off my work that is still said to have an early stage level, if compared to the realistic paintings out there, it will definitely not compete, far from it, there are actually a lot of new ideas that I can  pour through pictures, while training my creativity for the future later.

While daydreaming I looked at the window of my room, the sun had set, I had to clean my body and go back to my room to write and enjoy the night with the silence to wait until no one spoke and then closed the night with prayer and sleep.

Early in the morning I was still in my own room in the quiet, looking in every corner hoping my movements were able to create inspiration, then there was a weak voice calling my name, I silenced the sound of sad-pitched music to make it clear whether it was broken down for me, the voice was indeed for me, I  out of the room with very heavy and with less energy.

The little girl stood right in front of me shyly then said:
"There is a deposit from the director's brother"

"Sorry, I can't take it"

"But he said this is not a matter of work, please accept"

"Okay, thanks"

I received something from someone who used to stay in my heart for a while and then went to selfishness, even though before the taste faded I was almost gone.

I received a cooperation contract and tucked a red letter in it.

"Maybe after all this time I've been waiting for you to not come back, at least give me a chance to make you happy in my way, please give me your love story so I know how you can love each other so deeply, I beg."

Omen: someone who has lived.

Here I began to let my guard down and I felt that indeed he must know that our attachments were not playing games, the formation of my love for the future was not a matter of nonsense or selfishness, but a love that was deeply rooted deeply until it was unable to be released.

I walked with silent feet without a sound, I met my lover who I saw was daydreaming until carried away by laughter, I approached him and then I hugged him tightly, he too blushed and smiled.

"It's very rare to go home? You are always busy with your writing."

"I just want to see your smile and find out why you smile"

"Hahaha, sorry I was thinking about you earlier, I didn't think that you could bring his face here."

"That is the taste, don't let the taste disappear or be hidden, let us be happy with that taste, smile and be happy, I will be the same".

"Oh yeah," the siputri story "will be given to the director"

"Why do you agree now?"

"Here's a letter from him" (I gave the red letter) "

"I really understand the director's feelings, if it's like that please help him to get out of the shackles"

"Okay."

I sign the surrender of my work as a guarantee of friendship,
I returned the red letter in reply to the director,
Until I enter the saturation point waiting for the wait for the film premier.

Are any of you still being chased by your ex? Haha ..
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illustrator and Author:
© Imvirson