A collection of poetry written by yours truly. I write when I need to.

A collection of poetry written by yours truly. I write when I need to.

Adult themes.

A collection of Poetry that spontaneously comes up in mind while trying to write novels.

Eyang Ireng Wesi looked at his student who asked, then answered,
"Poetry will help us give tenderness to the hardness of heart. Poetry will enable you to think deeply about the meaning of life. Poetry will also hone your human side and teach that every problem is not always handled in a violent way.
Poetry will also teach you how to fight evil through writing. When we are not able to fight physically, we will fight through poetry and poetry. "Said Eyang Ireng Wesi in an explanation. His students then nodded in agreement.
And suddenly Arya said, "Now friends, it becomes clear, when you are fighting and then you lose, immediately read poetry to our enemies so that our enemies will lose," Arya said immediately to the giggling of his friends.
Eyang Ireng Wesi immediately patted his forehead hard, very annoyed at Arya. He knew Arya was talking nonsense.
"Shut your mouth Arya! You keep joking. When can you be serious?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi until he wanted to hit Arya's panties with sandals because he was so annoyed.
"I'm sorry Teacher .." said Arya with a tone of regret.
"Come on quickly read a poem straight from your brain!" Said the teacher.
"Alright teacher .. immediately do it," said Arya with enthusiasm.
Arya then stood proudly, his handsome face looked charming to anyone who looked at him. Her hair which was tied up in white ropes was black and long and wavy like the hair of a girl. Eyang Ireng Wesi who raised the young man by himself. He knew exactly how this handsome young man was acting so silly.
Even though he himself is not a very kind-hearted person but he is powerless against the silliness of his adopted son. Besides his natural abilities that were beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. He also seemed to find something strange in the young man.
Since childhood, Arya has been used to talking to ghosts and demons who are coming to the human realm more and more. Eyang Ireng Wesi knows that Arya is not just anyone. Her ability to communicate with demons who should live in different dimensions from humans will make Arya enter and mingle in a stealth life that should indeed live separately from humans.
Arya's abilities must be used against the demons who often interfere with human life. They often come to the human realm to take them to the realm and make humans their servants. Or they sometimes kill humans and eat them like tigers preying on deer.
Eyang Ireng Wesi's hope is that Arya can match his physical abilities with a softer heart and good character. That is why He taught his students how to make poetry to balance their martial arts skills. Fortunately, Arya is indeed a very smart child. He can make poetry as well as mastering the science of martial art.
The other students seemed to be watching Arya who was preparing to write poetry as well as recite it.
Night
Dark, dark, gloom, pitch-black
The darkness of the night does not darken my heart
The gloom of the night does not make my eyes dark
when the darkness of the night penetrates my heart
I only find darkness inside of me


Night
Silent, lonely, lonely, dead
The silence of the wind
The natural silence of the clink
The lonely forces me to get up
I don't want to get buried and die
***
Arya seemed to read aloud his poetry which made his friends gasp. How could he behind his ridiculous attitude be able to make such beautiful poetry? Applause and cries of admiration immediately sounded bustling in the room. And Eyang Ireng Wesi nodded his head in satisfaction.
"Well ... you heard the poem. Now before you write it on palm leaves, can anyone interpret the meaning of the poem?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi to ask his students. All the students were suddenly mute and pretended to be busy writing palm leaves with small sharp knives. Some were seen rubbing their writing with hazelnut oil.
Arya grinned when he saw his friends who were suddenly busy. And he again wanted to be fun. He immediately moved his hand towards Jaka and without realizing it by Jaka, his right hand suddenly rose.
"Well .. Jaka, you can interpret Arya's poetry .. it's very good" said Eyang Ireng Wesi happily. Jaka just glared with his mouth wide open. How could the hand that was writing suddenly lifted up? All eyes then looked towards him seriously.
Suddenly Jaka wanted to pee because he was so shocked. But seeing his teacher staring intently, he didn't dare to refuse so he stuttered to answer his teacher's question.
"Na... naight..that night .. usually very dark..so dark it makes people want to die .." He said, making his friends laugh.
"SHEAM !! You guys know it's just kidding" Eyang Ireng Wesi was getting angry.
"Finish this task, when it's finished immediately get out of the Padepokan and run around this hermitage as much as 20 rounds," said Eyang Ireng Wesi as he left the room.
Their laughter stopped, including Arya's laughter. This Padepokan is very wide because there are rice fields, ponds, and fields for practice. Running around as much as 20 circles by crossing large trees, rocks and river flow that crosses behind the hermitage makes running around this hermitage is not as easy as turning your palm.
"This is all because of you," Koswara said irritably to Arya. He raised a knife to write the palm leaves towards Arya. Arya was silent this time. He felt guilty to his friends. He then stood up and said,
"Yes, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I will go to the teacher and apologize to him. I will ask for your punishment to be canceled" said Arya as she then sped away leaving the room towards Grandma Ireng Wesi.
He found his teacher standing staring at the lush trees behind the forest at the foot of Mount Salak. Arya approached his teacher slowly. Hearing approaching footsteps without turning his head, the teacher said,
'What do you want? "The teacher said in a flat tone.
"I want to apologize, Teacher," said Arya to his teacher.
"Why should you apologize?" The teacher said.
"I was the one who made Jaka raise his hand" said Arya feeling very sorry.
"I was expecting it. It's good if you're sorry"
"Then Teacher, may I ask that the punishment for my friends be canceled? And let me receive the punishment myself," said Arya making his teacher look away and then said,
"Then run 40 rounds"
"40 times?" Arya gasped
"Then tell your friends to carry out the punishment earlier"
"No ... not teacher. Let me receive the punishment" said Arya as he then sped away and started running around the hermitage.

Eyes of Arya wider when he sees the adorable view in front of him. Beautiful face, green eyes,  brown hair, the yellow skin, glowing, shining, and sparkling in the evening sun.

And which made admired of Arya is the body of that woman. She doesn't have a body like a human being. She doesn't have hand dan legs. It's like a long body. Her face was so cold with an extremely angry look. She was annoyed by Arya when She was taking a bath.

The snake girl suddenly moved her tail and hit Arya's body strongly. Arya dodged and jumped lightly. Instead, he lunged and held the beautiful face and kissed her lips gently and quickly. Then run away and jump to the top of the tree laughing. Not long after, the snake girl roared with anger.
"You devil !!" She shouted.

I HATE POETRY

Or rather, I hate how we're supposed to do poetry. Like a lab rat, structured and naive. Writing about things we don't even fully understand ourselves. Oh, what hypocrisy. I don't even fully understand why I'm writing this right now, with a movie playing in the background trying to drown my problems with distractions. Such sweet distractions. But that's another story. 

Now, where were we? Ah yes! Poetry.

Well, think about it, how do you see poetry? Nay, what do you see when you hear the word poetry? I'd bet a hundred dollars (No, not really) that the image in your mind goes a lot like this; a structured composition of rhyming words formed in couplets or quatrains or whatever it is you prefer, a few mismatched words found from the deepest parts of the dictionary- thesaurus, whatever. 

It doesn't matter. 

The point is, they're all the same. All those words and rhymes and rhythm are all the same. It may be from different writers, from different experiences, emotions and all that bull-trap, (sorry, I'm trying to minimize my curses) people spin from nowhere just to tell themselves; "Hey, this is unique." or, "Hey, this is different", "This is original.", "This is mine." Well sorry to burst your bubble, but none of it is true.

There is nothing unique in this world, nor is it ever going to be different nor will it ever be yours. 

None of it is yours. 

Let's face it, people write poetry for what? Leisure? Personal use? Ha! That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard, personal use. Whatcha gonna use it on? Some kind of reference? An autobiography? Like anyone is going to care. No one ever cares unless you're already dead or dying or famous. I think I might have accidentally quoted someone on that. 

Point is, there is no point. 

In living. In dying. And on anything in between.

And that's why we write; to be heard, to leave a mark. To try to be someone unique, someone inspiring. Or to be famous, whatever floats your boat. But in the end, what we really want... is to matter. May it be to a whole bunch of strangers applauding and asking for autographs, or to just one person that went out of the noose because of your work. 

Because of you. 

And I think that's enough to hold on. To keep on writing. Till my last breath.

(But I still hate poetry) 

71. Later, you will meet me prostrating in the third of the night. While the others are sleeping, but I pray. Just asking that I be able to make you happy from the previous days. Until I made God and His angels as the only witnesses of the love I have for you until this moment. Until the angels are willing to say aameen to him. Until God smiled, then blessed him. (1394th poem, 09 May 2017)
72. Cheer up dear, live today with the most beautiful smile you have. Don't worry about the ugly dust, I have removed them. Don't worry about the sharp gravel blocking the road, they have been fixed by me. (1404th poem, May 10 2017)
73. Do you see, God? Her smile was so beautiful, it was full of charm. (1378th Poem, May 08 2017)
74. Now, nothing else is mine that is completely mine. Nothing is more complete than all of mine. Now, mine is yours. My world, my poetry, the sky and even the sky of my heart, has been filled with everything about you. (1398th poem, May 10 2017)
75. And I have embedded my poetry on your body. May you be not only a place for all my poetry to rest on, but a place for me to live and settle down. Hopefully, your harbor is a place for me to always return to. (1424th poem, May 10 2017)
76. I love you through the verse of poetry. Simple, if my poetry stops writing, then at that moment you will know that I have stopped loving you. (1410th poem, May 10 2017)
77. Sometimes when you sing, I ask questions, come back guessing. Who is the lucky boy who managed to penetrate the cavity in your chest? (1382th poem, 09 May 2017)
78. I don't greet you directly, it doesn't mean I don't care about you. All my attention has been devoted to prayer and poetry. Where my little writing is always implied the deepest meaning of affection and sincerity. (1269th poem, 27 April 2017)
79. And if the river of letters that I write always leads to a sea of ​​poetry that has definitely bonded with you, then what should I do to stem it? While you also know that no matter how far the river flows, no matter how fast the river ripples, it still passes away to the crashing waves in the middle of the sea. (1330th Poem, May 04 2017)
80. I write poetry here not only to amaze you, but as a way to make you smile. At the end of the twilight, I have come to help solve your problem. So that when the night picks up and the twinkling of the stars begins to appear, you can fall asleep along with all the beautiful dreams and stories. (The 1134th poem, 16 April 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.


As usual today I  started reading gossip about my parents, now again my mom is on the negative side. Well, this time I even can't refute, my mother actually didn't know about my dad's talent. Everyone in Europe knows that my dad writes poetry and it used to be published in the editorial column before these blogs and tweeters came into the picture. I clicked the link of extended scenes, my parents were sitting in the garden area near the fountain. 
My dad pouted and in a fake sad voice he said, "What type of wife you are, how can you don't know I write poetry?" 
Sukhwinder shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I don't remember because I never read it." 
August's jaw dropped  in surprise, "I used to write  poetry in front of you, and my diary was always on the bed."
Sukhwinder, "I am a good girl, I didn't want to ruin my mood and yours after reading all your private thoughts. Don't know how many bad things you must have written about me. I don't want to embarrass myself. Oh, I forgot that poet's name who has written bad things about his wife in his poetry which made him successful. "
August couldn't control his laugh, "I think you should ask Sophie or Anjali about my poetic skill and my theme of poetry." Then he closed his eyes to take a nap on the garden bench.
The video was over and in the upcoming episode  Diljit will disclose the mystery behind why he learned Mandarin.
The next episode was aired in the evening. The scene started with Ricky asking Diljit why he learned mandarin. Diljit with a sad face started his narration, " There was a girl in my college she was very pretty. I fell in love, many people called her Chinese, so I learned Chinese to impress her. I went well prepared to say my love confession. But the twist of the story is that the girl was not Chinese but was from Mizoram which is a state in North East India. The girl thought I was making fun of her looks, she was so angry that I got a slap on my cheek, and also she called me racist. After that, I took my Indian Map seriously."Everyone couldn't control their laughter, but seeing his serious face everyone's laughter grew louder and louder.
Even me and Erin couldn't control our laughter, really today's episode was hilarious, not only this even my mom also made everyone laugh. The thing happens this way as per my dad's saying. My mom asked Sophie and Anjali about the poetry my father has written. Both of them told my mom that his poetry was available in Newspapers and Anjali told the most interesting fact that Sophie also didn't know. Anjali told them that August had written his first poetry when he was 19 and it was romantic poetry about how a girl was drying her wet hair and was wearing a very short transparent white dress .while he was staring her from the door. Anjali was praising the poetry when Sukhwinder said, "I feel it is creepy that someone was sneaking in a girl's room"
Sophie Miller first time agreed with her and even Keiko felt that it is creepy but during that time it was considered romantic if the hero is doing something creepy, people romanticize and if the villain is doing the same thing then it will be considered as a sin. Listening to this Anjali felt a little embarrassed. But this was not the end, my mom straight went to my dad and confronted him.
And Sukhwinder said in a very stern and disappointed way, "August how would you do this."
August with a confused expression looked at her while Sukhwinder continued  "I never thought that you used to peek on girls in their bedroom."
August lifted his hand up to his chest while his palm was facing Sukhwinder, gesturing for her to stop. "Hold on a second, tell me the whole story from the beginning",  asked August.

Synopsis
“An International reality show where two exes accidentally arrived having their own motives.
One had come for fame and others because of a bet, will they be able to achieve their goals or past emotions will ignite.
Will they overcome their emotions or start a new relationship? 
Let’s follow their journey in the game show where will you be able to see reel and real  romance”
Disclaimer: Credits for the picture goes to my sister. Don't copy without my permission. Don't post my work on other sites.



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𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒
𝐼𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑘
𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑛-
"Ugh no, that sounds stupid. The clock hits 12, not noon. And who says deep in the blue, as the ocean? Nothing rhymes with lurk, anyway. I was never good at poetry. Well, whatever. I don't care what my friends- oh right, I don't have any.", Samara thought to herself frustrated. Her mother made her take poetry class, and she'd rather be taking art class. Art relieves stress. Poetry causes stress. 
"Samara? Care to share out?", Mrs. Brooks asked her, hearing her talking to herself.
"Uh no, I was just talking about- poetry...", Samara lied. Poetry. How dumb.
"Well I'd love to hear what you wrote-", Mrs. Brooks made her evil smile. People around the class were giggling at Samara.
"No thanks, I think I want to keep it private. Hidden.", Samara saved herself.
"Ooh, looks like someone can't write a poem. Do you even know how to write?", everyone was laughing. So she did what she always does. She ran out. 
Her face was pressed against her locker, waiting for the end of poetry to come. Samara watched a lot of movies, so she kicked her locker like people do a lot. 
"Hey, what are you doing out here?", it was a girl who looked way like a bad girl. Her long hair was in a high ponytail, her nails were painted black, and her outfit was 100% leather.
"I could ask the same about you.", Samara said coldly. But this wasn't the person she wanted to pick fights with, so she let it be.
"Great. Did you run out?", she asked. She was now twirling her many bracelets.
"Take a wild guess.", Samara sighed with sarcasm.
"I just don't like school! Which classroom?", asked the girl bluntly.
"Uh- that one over there...", pointed Samara with an awkward expression on her face. The new girl marched into that classroom and yelled, 
"You all are crazy to be mean to that girl! I swear, if you do it again!!!", and then she ran out.
"Holy crap that was awesome!!!", Samara gasped with pleasure. 
"Mhm. No big deal.", the girls face turned a bit pink.
"What's your name?", Samara asked. Probably like Raven, or something gang-
"Akira.", she said, "And why did you run out of the class?". She laughed, knowing that wasn't what I was expecting.
"Uhm sometimes I just prefer to stay hidden.", Samara shrugged.
"Ah, well that's the bell for end of school. I gotta go.", Akira made a fun for it. "BYE!!!"
"I wonder what extracurricular activities she could've been doing...", wondered Samara. She ran home, surprised that she may have actually made a new friend. Maybe staying hidden wasn't the way to go.
"Samara!!! How was school?", Her mom opened the door.
"Pretty good actually. I made a new friend.", she smiled. Her moms face turned white.
"Your joking, right??? Wow!!!", she looked so surprised it hurt.
"Ouch. Yes, I did. Gotta go to my room, ok?", Samara was sort of upset that her mom was so shocked at her making a friend.
"Oh and by the way, we have new neighbors.", yelled the mom.
"Who?", Samara yelled from upstairs.
"Uhh... someone by the name of Akira Yung?"
• • • • • • • • ~~~~~~~ ————— ,,,,,,,,,,,, @@@@

Samara is new in school, and she has never had any friends, due to an anxiety disorder she has had all her life. She meets a strange girl named Akira, who has bruises and scratches on her arm. Confused, she follows Akira (despite being told not too ever) into a ditch in the ground one day. Turns out she’s part of a fighting group, who fight each other each day. But one day after she disappears, Samara has to find her. But she has so many other things to do, and finding Akira is the least of her worries. If she finds her, will she convince her to give up her bad life? Where did Akira really come from?

Dewa and Indri are students at a school in South Lampung.  And today is their first day actively studying.  But, Dewa got up late.  When he looked at the clock on his cellphone.

 "Huh, (Surprised), it's 7:15 o'clock, haven't you showered yet?" Then Dewa rushed out of bed and took a shower.  When in the dining room.

 "Ma'am, how come I don't wake up the god, the god will be late," said the god
 "It's your own fault why you wake up in the afternoon, aren't you all grown up?" Mother has to keep building school anyway? "Said Mrs. Dewa
 "Yes, you should understand it, ask for pocket money ma'am"
 "Here, (while holding out Rp. 10,000)"
 "Yes, yes ma'am, Dewa departs" "Assalamualaikum"
 "Waalaikum greetings"

 Dewa also left by riding his motorbike.  When arrived at school.

 "Sir, please open the door, I want to go in here, it's too late" asked Dewa to the security guard.
 "Eh, you're only in grade 10 and already late, lots of behavior" replied the security guard
 "It's not like that sir, I woke up late"
 So, don't stay up late, just go in there "

 The security guard opened the gate for him.  Then Dewa also parked his motorbike, then entered the classroom.

 However, in the classroom there is already a teacher whose name is Mrs. "Dwi" (that's her nickname) who is introducing herself to the students.

 "Assalamualaikum bu" Dewa gave greetings
 "Here you are (with a high tone), this is the first time you have been actively studying, even though it's too late, standing beside me.  What's your name? "Teacher Dewa exclaimed
 "I am Dewa bu (In low tone)"
 "Don't be exemplified, kid (said the teacher to the students)"
 "Yes ma'am, (In unison)"
 "Okay, sit there"

 Because the seat at the front was already occupied by another student, Dewa sat in the back at the very corner.

 "Damn, this is the first time I've been embarrassed (Said the god, in his heart)"

 Not felt it was 10:15 am and the recess bell rang.  Dewa did not think too much to go straight to the school canteen to eat.  Arriving at the canteen.

 "Ma'am, the rice is 1 huh, the same as bakwan 1, then the ice is 1" Asked Dewa

 After waiting for a few minutes the canteen mother delivered the food to Dewa.

 "This is rice as well as drinking (said the canteen mother while handing her the rice and ice ordered by Dewa)"
 "Thank you, ma'am," said Dewa

 When Dewa eats, 2 friends in Dewa's junior high class, named Doni and Jepri, approach Dewa.

 "Wa, are you alone?" Asked Doni
 "Uh, you Don, Jep"
 "Yes, you guys go to school here too?" Asked Dewa
 "Lah, apparently?" Replied Doni
 "Sit here! I'll eat first," said Dewa
 "Yes" said Jepri

 After Dewa ate, they talked about their past when they were in middle school.

 "Uh, Don, you used to play chasing with what was his name?" Asked Dewa.
 "Same Desi, do you mean?" Jepri continued
 "Hahaha, yes, yes, you are really Jep"
 "Wow, you are bad Jep, even opening my disgrace again" Doni replied

 A few moments when they were talking the class entrance bell rang.  And the 10th graders who were in the canteen immediately entered the classroom.

 "Eh, Don, Jep, I will go to class first," said Dewa
 "Yes Wa, we also want to go to class" said Jepri
 "Yoi, bro" answered Dewa

 They immediately went to class.  Arriving at the God class, he went straight to his seat.  Then Dewa's classmate named Ningsih invited him to meet.

 "Eh, what's your name?" Asked Ningsih
 "My name is Dewa." Answered Dewa
 "Then, what's your name?"
 "My name is Ningsih"

 Shortly thereafter a religious teacher named Pak Kasno entered the classroom with a frightening expression on his face and a way of behaving with a lot of behavior.  Then sit in his seat.

 "Here, the teacher is really acting (Ningsih speaks to himself)"
 "Hahaha (God laughs at Ningsih's voice speaking to himself)"
 "Eh, why are you laughing yourself like crazy?"
 "It's okay, so you're weird after all"
 "How strange?
 "Yes, it's weird, so if he was not a teacher, there was no way he would teach here"
 "Yeah, yeah, the street teacher is acting really like a thug"
 "Yes, let's beat it (Jokes Dewa)"
 "Are you crazy? How come the teacher wants to be beaten"
 "Hahaha, not really just kidding"

 Pak Kasno, who saw them chatting, didn't think long and immediately teased them.

 "Those who are dating in the corner, cieee, cieee, follow their dating (While coming to them until the eyes of the students are towards them all)."

 When they arrived at their table, Mr. Kasno immediately sat down.  Then speak.

 "Move (Pak Kasno's order to Ningsih), I also want to be dating, reminiscing about my youth, is it okay?" Asked Pak Kasno.
 "Just sit there sir, hahaha" said Ibnu then laughed.
 "Husstt ,, you this"

 The students laughed.  However, Dewa and Ningsih blushed.

 "Continue the chat, you also want to come along, are you the same PDKT as a beautiful girl, Iyo ora cah ayu (while winking at Ningsih)."
 "Wow, this man doesn't share the young," said Ilham.
 "Oh, I'm young like this (answered Pak Kasno), come on ora cah ayu" Asked Pak Kasno to Ningsih.

 However, Ningsih and Dewa were silent and did not speak a word.  However, the other students continued to mock the two of them until the class got rowdy.

 "Yes, have we, just want to learn?  (Asked Mr. Kasno to all the students), how come it was actually noisy "said Pak Kasno.

 "Yes, sir," said Dita
 "Yo uwis, we continue the introduction, but quiet, not nice to hear other teachers"
 "Yes sir," answered the students compactly.

 And the introductions were continued until the break with other teachers until the first day of active learning was over.

 Arriving at Dewa's house, he saw a novel entitled "I" (tells the life of Chairil Anwar by Sjuman Djaya). "Because he was curious about the contents of the novel, he immediately read it. In his heart said.

 "Wow, this is a really good book" Said Dewa

 Then Dewa also asked his parents.

 "Well, whose novel is this?" Asked Dewa
 "My father's novel when he was single, so what?".  Asked Dewa's father
 "The content is really good, I like this novel, can it be for me or not?"
 "It's okay, just take it, the content is really good, the novel tells the life journey of the Indonesian legendary poet, namely: Chairil Anwar."
 "Thanks, yeah"
 "Yes"

 Dewa continued reading the novel.  Until that day he forgot to play because he was so engrossed in reading the novel "I." The next day and the next day he was always alone in class while reading the novel.

 The god who was once a cheerful figure then turned into a very cold and quiet figure.

 Until he spoke a little and began to love the word.  Then he created a poem but it was never published to anyone, including his parents.  Day after day passed, it didn't feel like there were 2 more days of class meeting.

 And the school has ended its active teaching and learning period.  The school also held several competitions, namely: futsal, volleyball, poetry writing, quiz and several other competitions.  And each class is also obliged to send its members to take part in these competitions.

 When all of his classmates are busy wondering who will take part in these competitions.  Dewa was instead alone in his seat while reading his novel.

 Until Ningsih reprimanded him then said.

 "Wa, why don't you join the gathering?  (Ningsih asked Dewa), even though we're talking about class meetings.  Ningsih said
 "Yes, just go ahead, I'll just follow it later" answered Dewa
 "Um ... you entered the futsal competition, so you just have to reserve, because in our class there are only 10 men in our class, so the rest can participate in other competitions."
 "Yes," answered Dewa

 And it has been decided that those participating in the futsal competition are Ilham, Angga, Fikri, Arif, Ibnu, Umar and Dewa.

 "Then who participated in the poetry creation competition?" Asked Dita
 "Wow, yes ,," said Sela
 "Okay you wrote, Cell" said Anga
 "No, I can't write poetry, right?"
 "Well, just make up, it's really hard" said Arif
 "It's really good for you to say, this is someone who never thought when given an assignment," said Ningsih.
 "Yes, stay (You are a flower
 I love you and you must love me too,
 Yes, I don't love it, I just know the taste) Hahaha "Said Arif with a laugh.
 "Are you crazy?  (Interviewing while holding Arif's forehead) pantes his forehead just as hot as my armpits. "Said Sela
 "It's bad" said Arif.

 After discussing classmetting matters.  Dewa returned to his seat to continue reading the novel "I" which he had read many times until the end.

 But, Dewa never gets tired of reading it.  Because the contents are very good.  When he was engrossed in reading the novel.

 Ningsih, who had run out of the cafeteria, then sat beside him.  Then when he opened the next sheet there was a paper.  The paper is a poem of his own creation which is deliberately stored in the novel.

 Because Ningsih was curious about the sheet of paper, her friend immediately took hers without her permission.  Then read the contents of the poem entitled "want to know people" by Dewa which contains it.

 Want to get to know people

 I want to know people through words as well as gestures that move the earth's core, then I write it down into poetry, because I am tired of sacrificing my heart to be scorned, sacrificing bonds to be betrayed.  I am bored.

 And this time I want to get to know people through the sky at midnight who open all their doors for prayers.  And I looked up asking that I could know people who know no boundaries.

 And I want to let go of everything that weighs on my shoulders because I want to become a poet that you never know my name except my biography, my poetry and all over the place where I have been.

 And I want to get to know people through the tree of destiny who always write the names and storylines of all mankind.  Who never stopped glancing at me.

 And I want to know the people through hell who are tormented by the discomfort of being in this world, which releases a thundering sound like lightning which will strike souls full of sin.

 reading the contents of the god's poetry Ningsih was immediately touched, and spoke.

 "Wa, can you write poetry?" Asked Ningsih
 "No, it's just for fun (God humbled himself)" answered Dewa
 "Alright, to be honest, you can write poetry"
 "Hemm, a little bit"
 "The poetry is good, you know, Wa, enter the competition, huh?" Asked Ningsih.
 "Please do not do it".
 "Bodo, enter the competition, okay? (Sticking out his tongue)"

 Then Ningsih ran, left the classroom and headed to the school office to enter Dewa's poetry into a poetry creation competition.

 However, Dewa did not remain silent and then pursued Ningsih.  Suddenly ... Duarrr (Sound of collision between Dewa and Indri).  Until they both fell, but fortunately they both did not happen.  Then they stood up ,, and ..

 "Eh, if you walk around, please look" Indri ordered in an angry tone
 "Yes, I'm sorry because I was in a hurry," answered Dewa

 "Silly boy, walking without eyes (Indri spoke to himself)"

 Ningsih who stopped her path and saw the incident immediately felt sorry for the god who was scolded by Indri.  Then Dewa approached Ningsih and left Indri with a dirty face, as if she felt innocent.

Synopsis

 Love fortitude

 Dewa and Indri are students at a high school in South Lampung. When Indri first met Dewa, Dewa was very ignorant, and spoke a little that was the character of Dewa.

 When in 11th grade high school and one night Indri was robbed and Dewa helped him but Dewa lost and he was seriously injured and rushed to the hospital.

 When they had graduated from school they separated. How is the continuation of their story? Because this is my first novel, please keep updating it, please like and follow, so I will be more enthusiastic about writing it.


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Someone seemed to have filled in the classical poetry section first upon getting their paper yet most of them were not the kind of poems that she had memorized intensely. 
Even among those that were more manageable to answer, there were still miswritten characters hidden among them, waiting for the students to fall into the trap. They spent a lot of time and still could not make out which word to write. It ruined the students' confidence instantly.
"F*ck, what the heck? The ones I memorized are not being tested and those that I didn't memorize are being tested!?"
"Only the bottom half of the poems are filled up for all the questions and I'm not even very familiar with them. I was just hoping to score some marks in the fill-in-the-blanks section of the classical poetry part. They want us dead!" 
The female teacher stood in front of Gu Mang and turned to glance around the classroom. In a strict tone, she said, "Please remain silent at all times." 
It was silent instantly. After pasting Gu Mang's barcode, the female teacher saw Gu Mang's completed multiple-choice answer sheet and sighed. Then, she proceeded to the next student. She missed out on seeing her filling in the classical poetry section calmly and slowly in one go. She did not even have to stop to think.
Gu Mang flipped past the first page. Poetry analysis and comprehension. She had answered almost all of the main points of every question. She did not write a single unnecessary thing. Everything that she wrote was worthy of a top score. She reached the composition section calmly. 
At 11am, there was still half an hour until the exams ended. The moment the reminder alarm rang, Gu Mang wrote the last word of her answer for the composition essay. A total of 800 characters. Not a single word more. She was very concise and witty. 
She organized her papers nonchalantly and looked up. In a cold and uncaring voice, she said, "Teacher, submission."
Two invigilators were stunned for a moment. They did not expect anyone to submit a language paper so early. When they reacted, the female teacher stepped off the podium. Everyone in the exam venue looked at her. They were just beginning to write the composition essay and this person was already done?
Lu Yi frowned and thought that Gu Mang did not do the essay. He was just about to remind her when he saw the female teacher flipping through Gu Mang's answer sheet to verify her identity. The essay page was actually done.
After the female teacher checked, she stacked the papers neatly. "Okay, you may leave now. Do not loiter around the exam hall."
Gu Mang got up slowly and took her phone from the other invigilator. Then, she left. Once she stepped out of the signal-shielded area, Gu Mang took a lollipop out of her pocket and stuffed it in her mouth. Then, she logged into her mobile game. She had just started the game when she bumped into the Year Two Level Head.
The Level Head knew this infamous girl very well. Seeing that she had come out so early, she wanted to ask Gu Mang about it. Then, she saw that the girl was playing on her phone. It was such an important exam but this person actually handed in her paper early to game?
In the afternoon, when she was having her meal with Shen Huan, Shen Huan asked her worriedly, "Sister Mang, did you write the essay?"
Gu Mang looked down as she picked out the fish bones. She uttered an assent nonchalantly. 
"That's good. Then you can get some marks in language." Shen Huan sighed in relief and remembered the math exam in the afternoon. Then, she continued, "Right, Sister Mang, don't guess randomly for math in the afternoon later. Just pick C for everything. It's safer."
Even students from other schools knew how bad Sister Mang's luck was. It was not recommended for her to continue guessing her answers. Gu Mang looked at her slowly and raised her eyebrow.
2:55pm. The papers were distributed to the students. This time, there was a very simple sound that echoed through the exam hall. "F*ck."
Everyone's expression was really bad. Even Yi Chen and Lu Yi were frowning slightly. It was really difficult.
Only Gu Mang's expression was calm as per usual.
She submitted her work with thirty minutes left until the end of the exam. When the invigilator came and saw that she did not even write any rough work on the draft paper. Instead, she had drawn a very popular game character. Her drawing was very realistic and seeing how complicated it was, she seemed to have been drawing it for quite some time. The answer sheet should be blank.


Young Master Lu says, "My wife knows nothing at all and has a bad temper. You'd better not bully her." Gu Mang watches silently as this man warns everyone who comes his way.
Young Master Lu says, "Read properly. How can you remember anything if you flip the pages so quickly?" Gu Mang takes up another book and reads it speedily.
Young Master Lu complains, "What should I do when my babe hates studying?" What else can he do other than dote on her?
Until one day...
"Young Master, numerous universities in the capital and even top universities overseas are fighting to get Madam to enroll!" 
"Young Master, many TCM research centers are getting into deadly squabbles over hiring Madam." "Young Master, a legion of huge international law firms want to employ Madam." 
"Young Master, several eminent hacking organisations are here too..." 
"Young Master, multiple financial groups have come..." 
"Young Master..."
To all these, Young Master Lu says, "What the f**k! Get out of here!"
Yes, his wife is a genius.

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