अभिव्यंजना is a Sanskrit / Hindi word which means 'expression of ideas, thoughts and feelings'.
I am a blogger, author, musician and a poet. I write in Hindi, Urdu and English. This particular book is for my Hindi Poems. I also plan to publish another one especially for my English Poem Collection.
I created my first poem when I was in 6th grade / class. It was year 2000. It was a silly one of course. The first poem that won me a prize was " Plantation" (Hindi Poem) and "Adventures of India" ( an English Poem) in 2003 while I was in High School in a Rural Town.

Later I posted some poems in my blog, and at the request of a few Readers created a Separate Blog titled 'Abhivyanajanaa' www.abhivyanjanaa.blogspot.com 
I decided to share my poems here to see the response based on which I may write Novels and Short Stories in Hindi as well.

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8 Words That Confirm That Urdu is the Language of Love

By Ishq Team 
Posted on: 08/09/17

 

 

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Urdu words are strangely familiar yet foreign at the same time. Some of us feel Urdu more than we understand it. When we hear "jiski zubah Urdu ki tarah", we immediately get pulled to the idea of that person, we feel the connection to "kuch toh hai tujhse rābta", even before we've Googled rābta and known what it means. Our tongue tastes Urdu, before the mind registers it, and that is the beauty of our relationship with this language.

From reverberating cries for freedom to hushed proclamations of eternal love, Urdu manages to give sense to all with equal finesse and precision. Especially in matters of the heart, we keep running to Urdu to help us communicate our fragile, most vulnerable thoughts.

Here's a list of 8 Urdu words that can help you express your feelings of love to the last nuance:

1. Uns – infatuation

Aankhon ne kuchh aise chhua, halka halka uns hua
Halka halka uns hua, dil ko mehsoos hua

Gulzar sahib had painted the full spectrum of love with Satrangi re, and one of the colours that he had deftly used was Uns. The word that's more breath than sound – treads lightly on our hearts, and makes it spring with the vibrancy of youth.

2. Qurbat – closeness

tū qarīb aa.e to qurbat kā yuuñ iz.hār karūñ
aa.ina sāmne rakh kar tirā dīdār karūñ

When you read Nida Fazli write tu qarib aae to qurbat ka yun izhaar karun, there's no way you won't feel the longing to be close to your loved one. This two syllable word brings conjures that much electricity in the air.

3. Ba-dastoor – unaltered

Kismat ko hai yeh manzoor kya keeje
Milte rahe hum badastoor kya keeje

Sayeed Qadri had penned, and Arijit Singh had crooned, and we had all lost our hearts once again. In a world driven by change, ba-dastoor stands as a lone warrior, giving refuge to whoever's seeking stability.

4. Muntazir – awaiting

Main yahaan hoon muntazir
Tum wahaan ho bekhabar

Muntazir has ache wrapped in its imagery. No word can capture the power and powerlessness of waiting for the special someone like it does.

5. Justajoo – quest

Tere bin sooni sooni hain ankhiyaan
Tere bin lamha lamha hain sadiyaan

Whether it's Jibananda Das writing in his quest for Bonolota Sen, or Roop Kumar Rathod, looking for his saaware, the essence of justajoo lives beyond space and time

6. Iztiraar – Helpless

hairat-farosh-e-sad-nigarānī hai iztirār
sar-rishta chāk-e-jeb kā tār-e-nazar hai aaj

Feeling helpless and powerless by the power of love is like a drug that they don't sell over the counter. Iztiraar sings this tune beautifully in our ears.

7. Shiddat –Intensity

Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai …
ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai

The universe aligns for shiddat indeed. Nothing but love inspires such devotion and conviction, and no word other than shiddat does justice to that intensity.

8. Rashk-e-Qamar – Envy of the moon

Mere rashke qamar
Tune pehli nazar jab nazar se milaayi maza aagaya

We'd just come through the portal and finally made it to the underworld. But it was different from where I thought it would be. Indeed I had imagined this place as a dead place with no vegetation except that it was all the opposite. There is vegetation, lava streams to replace the water and a blazing sun. As I was looking around, Satan started talking to me.
Satan: "Astonished by what you see.
Me: Not that I had imagined the place a little more dead, which is not conducive to the life of living beings, but it seems to me that it is the opposite.
Satan: Yes, our habitat is not as bad as we think, the only negative thing is the air.
Me: Air? I started to breathe and I didn't notice anything strange.
Satan: This air is harmful to all beings who were not born in the underworld.
Me: What would happen if someone came without having the smell of hell.
Satan: He would be hunted by all monsters.
Me: Does this still have something to do with the Creator?
Satan: Yes, that is why we never go on a plane that does not belong to us, because we risk being chased away.
Me: Since you just said that we can stay in this place if we have the smell of a being from hell, does that mean that I won't be able to see my family anymore.
Satan: Yes, you are now a being from the underworld but don't worry, you will be able to come back, but for that, you will have to become powerful enough so we can not detect that you are someone from Hell.
Me: How long? How long will it take me to be more powerful?
Satan: Since you now have some of my powers and abilities that and you are something that has never been born before, it will take you about 1000 years.
Me: 1,000 years? It's too much time.
Satan: Maybe in Urdu but here if you stay 1000 years it will only be 50 years in Urdu and that's not much time - most living things would take several thousand years. Me: All right, but what does my training consist of?
Author: My character is really going to spend 1000 years in hell and of course there will be leaps in time. Why am I doing this? Because in too many novels of cultivation the mc is in too much of a hurry and refuses to train for so long and I thought it was kinda bad.
Satan: I will now explain to you what your training and your new way of becoming more powerful is all about.
Me: I am listening to you.
Satan: Basically you should have become more powerful by opening the 8 doors that are in your body except that you had to have a human form for this.
Me: Does that mean I will have a human form?
Satan: No, you will not have a human form, but half a human form.
Me: Half-human? Can you explain all this to me?
Satan: Very simple, if you take on human form, you will still have your scales and tail. You'll never be a human being.
Me: It is better to have this body because I will be able to attack with my tail and my scales will protect me. Now how can I become more powerful?
Satan: I was about to come to this if you look at your body you now have a second heart and your inner world has changed. But that's not the most important thing.
Me: What is this more important thing?
Satan (showed my body): The tattoos that are on your body.
Me: Are these tattoos really useful? I thought it was just cosmetic.
Satan: No, these are my greatest pride.
Me: Your greatest pride?
Satan: Yes, in my life I have visited different worlds and I have seen many ways to become more powerful. Whether it's opening eight doors, growing qi or magic, and all kinds of other ways to become more powerful. "
I was astonished by the information I had just received, I knew that there was a different world but that there were different ways of cultivating. 
Satan: "When I visited them, I noticed that even though some cultivation methods made you more powerful, they all had a defect. 
Me: It's normal if as you say these people were so powerful, it's normal that there is a flaw otherwise they would be invincible. But what's the latter?
 Satan: All the attacks they used were launched by their own energy. So they couldn't fight for long because they were running out of energy too fast and that's when I found a small tribe that had achieved something that I thought was impossible. 
Me: What did they do? 
Satan: They could directly use the surrounding elements as energy.
Me: They must be powerful if they could do that. 
Satan: Unfortunately not, they were exterminated because the other peoples of this world thought they were too dangerous. Luckily by watching them I was able to create a way of growing that is identical to theirs. I named it Shamanism. 
Me: What does this have to do with my tattoos? 
Satan: Each tattoo represents an element that exists in the world, for example, disease, lightning. Unfortunately at the moment, you can only have one active, and only after you perform a specific action can you hope to try to activate your second tattoo. 
Me: What should I do? 
Satan: In your inner world there is now a chained urn right now it's open and each time you succeed in opening it you will have a new power. 
Me: An urn and how do I open it?
Satan: I cannot help you, it will be up to you to find it. There your urn is already open by drinking from the water in it, you can feel the elements around you and tie one to your tattoo. " 
So I closed my eyes and walked towards that Grimhold. This one was on the site of my old planet. I was expecting an ordinary urn except this one was really scary. Indeed it was a dark yellow color and was sprinkled with macabre patterns. 
So I approached it to drink what was in it and was shocked by what I saw. Moldy corpses at the bottom of it. The water had turned black with all the dirt at the bottom.
 Me: "It doesn't matter, it's just dirty water, yes, it is dirty water. "
So I started drinking this strange mixture. With extraordinary mental strength, I prevented myself from vomiting. Finally, I emptied the entire urn and once this was done, the urn was wrapped in chains and I found myself outside my mind. I started looking at my body and could see that the tattoo on the end of my tail was illuminated. 
Satan: "Now that your first tattoo is activated, all you have to do is pick a surrounding element and choose it as your first power. " 
My first power I must choose well then, I looked around and the only elements I saw were fire and earth. But suddenly I had a flash of genius, I started staring at the surrounding air. This was going to be my first power. 
Me: "I choose the air of the underworld as my first power. "
Suddenly a typhoon of air formed over my tail and rushed in. Strangely I felt no pain, it's probably because I'm a being from the underworld myself. My tail instead of being a rocky color had taken on a color that was between green and black. 
Satan: "Interesting choice, can you explain to me why you chose that? 
Me: You told me that the air is toxic for all beings that do not come from the underworld. So it'll act as a poison. I think I'm going to focus on disease and poison control at the beginning because my opponent will get weaker and weaker the harder the fight gets so this is the best choice I could think of. 
Satan: All right, now that you are ready, I will leave you here for 1000 years and will only come back then. I hope you will be still alive. 
Me: I will be. " 
As always, he disappeared by taking a portal and I began to look at the burning plains.
Me: "Me Bagir will become the master of disease and poison, my name will be Bagir the harbinger of plague and disease."

English is not my first Language. 

Bagir is a normal snake who reincarnates with the Bloodline of Jormungandr we will follow his story in Urdu and see what he will become.
Will he be the savior or the destructor of everything.
Follow the story and we will see.

Not my own cover.

3 or 4 chapters per week

His plane had landed for more than an hour, and then, after the rest of the paperwork, he was waiting for Murad's son outside the airport, who, according to Fehmida Begum, had left the house two hours ago.

As he stepped out of the Airport, a gust of wind touched his face, reminding him of his past, when she had told him about her departure that night.

"I'm going back to Pakistan tomorrow, forget me, Adam." 

How easily she had said to forget her, but did she ever thought if it's even possible?

The warmth of her memory has again reminded him of his deep love for her.

She is in the same country, what is she doing right now? 

How is she doing in her life? 

Is she happy? 

So many years have passed, by now she must have married someone of her choice...

But this last thought felt like a dagger to his already pained heart and he clenched his fists in jealousy and pain.

"Why aren't you here yet?, come quickly, we are waiting for you," Saying this, Murad Sahib cut the call and turned to Adam who looked drowned in his deep thoughts with a tensed face and clenched fists. It was as if he was thinking about something very hateful.

Seeing him like this, Murad Sahib put his mobile back in his coat pocket and came towards him.

"Adam, what happened? you look tense." At Murad Sahib's voice, Adam looked at him with frowned brows, but when he understood what he was asking, he relaxed his shoulders and shook his head answering. "Nothing, uncle, I'm fine." Adam avoided himself, composing himself.

Murad Sahib also did not put much emphasis on the matter and shook his head. At that moment, Murad Sahab's mobile phone rang and he answered the call after seeing the caller id.

" Hello, yes, we are standing in front of McDonald's." Saying that he hung up and looked ahead. Adam also looked in the same direction.

A young man, who was coming towards them with a smile on his face, and looking at his features, he could tell that he was his uncle's son, about whom he had told him in London.

To Adam, he looked 24 or 25 years old.

"Hello Abu, how are you?" He came straight to his father and hugged him first.

"Wa Alaikum salaam, I'm fine, but where have you been for so long, didn't your mother informed you that you have to pick us up?" Murad Sahib asked in an interrogative manner.


Embarrassed, he put his hand on the back of his neck and spoke."Abu, I was with a friend."

"Okay forget about it, and meet your cousin Adam, and Adam, this is my incompetent son, Zoyan."


When Murad Sahib's gaze went to Adam who was looking at the father and son with a slight smile, he ignored the reason for Zoyan's late arrival and introduced them both.

When heard his father calling him incompetent in front of his new family member, he wanted to say something but at the second moment, he laughed at his insult and hugged Adam before greeting him.

Adam responded to his greetings with the same warmth.

"Uncle Murad told me about you," Adam told him, smiled warmly at him. He still couldn't believe that he was in Pakistan at the moment and that the two men standing next to him were part of his family, whom he didn't even know to exist until a month ago.

"Wait, did you just speak Urdu?" Zoyan looked at Adam with wide eyes, as if Adam was an alien or had horns on his head.

"Why? I can't speak Urdu?" Adam asked at Zoyan's strange, funny reaction. 


"No, I don't mean that. I mean, you were born in London, and you grew up there, and your...."

"Zoyan!" Murad Sahib warned him before he could complete his sentence, but Adam was laughing at Zoyan's strange question. Because this talkative habit of Zoyan was reminding him of his past when he used to be in the same cheerful mood.

"When I was a child, and Baba was still alive, he always spoke to me in Urdu, and then at school, I had an Indian friend, and we both spoke Urdu / Hindi. So speaking this language is not a big deal for me." He explained to him the reason for his fluent Urdu.

"Oh... now I understand," Zoyan said understandingly.

"Enough talk. Now let's go home. Your mother will be waiting for Adam.

At the order of Murad Sahib, the three proceeded towards the parking lot.

Adam was sitting in the back seat next to Murad Sahib in the car, looking out. Meanwhile, Zoyan was telling Murad Sahib about his mother and how happy she was to hear the news of Adam's arrival.

But at that moment, Adam was not paying attention to anything, because his mind was repeating his past over and over again.

The only person, whose face was, again and again, appearing in his mind, her words, her smile, the girl who was the sole focus of his every thought.


Aayat…


Feeling suffocated all of a sudden, he rolled down the car window, and the refreshing wind from outside was giving him a strange peace.

He leaned back against his seat and closed his eyes. And lost in the magic of the cold winds coming from the shore.

The story of a girl who, like every other girl, wanted to live her life like a free bird.
Yet an accident robbed her of all her desires and turned her dream into a nightmare.

If her past came before her, five years later, what would she do?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


"I will do whatever I want! Who are you to stop me? Let me go!" She tried to pull her hand away from his grip, but Adam furiously pulled her against his chest. Letting her feel his pounding heartbeat. While he kissed her hair and whispered in her ear:

"You are only mine, my first and only love, and I swear… If next time I see you with him, you can't even imagine how far I can go." His voice was deep, the same as before. And his breath brought a sweet chill to her bone.

Aayat couldn't believe her ears. How could he...

But after saying this, Adam left her standing in a state of shock. And all she could do was to watch him go.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A love story in which a lover ruined his own love.



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POV MC

'man why is it so dark in here? I didn't think afterlife was so boring... to think I actually thought that it would be fun that I would be able to go to another world and be as evil as I want that I would be strong and powerful...'

'well now that I think about it isn't it a really cliche troupe that before reincarnation the MC has to wait in a dark or white room for a really long time....'

'i don't like waiting.... isn't it also a troupe that you can see your own life to pass time here and I think some MCs actually we're able to control this space after which we deity was summoned out their ass to give them a 'chance'  I want to try that...'

SO I started trying to control this space to do some thing... I was unsuccessful... but it was a good time pass... was is a key word there...

'i really don't want to go into a thinking frenzy like those MCs, it would probably make me sad... I didn't really do anything in my life... like I really didn't do anything fun apart from eating tasty food made by my mother....damn now I am sad... I miss my mom...' 

(some time later)

'fuck! it looks like I won't get a system and I won't meet a god until I tell my story... if some auther is writing this I really hate him right about now... I don't want to... OK FINE I GIVE UP!! YOU WANT A SAD STORY YOU GET ONE MEDIOCRE SAD STORY MOTHER FUCKER!!!'

'ahhh~ that is good, I really needed to get that off my chest, now to my sad story we go so I can finally meet my system.'

now where do I start? I think from the begining should be alright, my name was Hamza, I lived in pakistan, Karachi, I know what some of you might be thinking, where the fuck is that? it is located right next to India, it is not the best city to live in but it is definitely better than hundreds of other cities in the world,

I was born in Karachi and lived all my life in there, I have never gone out of country. ever. but I do know four different languages urdu(practically same as hindi) , english, sindhi, arabic I can only read the last one...
I was a student before I died, 17 years old in college...

I loved reading before my departure from the living and I watched a plethora of anime which kind of explains why I don't have many friends, we Don't have a avid anime community in my country, 

I had good parents they were amazing at there job, we were the middle-middle class income wise, I always had a roof over my head and food on my plate but you know I wasn't really attached to them, never had a good connection with them, I love them whole heartedly I would take a bullet for them but I just couldn't trust anyone with my life, even them. I was molested by a older girl in my school, I was a cute kid you know, that was what made me really paranoid about almost anything, I got over it but I would still get jumpy around people even friends...after that incident I jumped around schools that also made it really hard for me to make friends, it also made it really hard for my younger brother to make friends too bc we changed schools together, I feel sad about that...

I also was a really bad son, I know I disappointed them a lot, it was really emotionally stressful for me for some reason I always thought that I was a burden to them maybe it was because my goals for myself were too high, sometimes I even wanted to kill myself...

up until I discovered anime and novels when I was 13 the first anime I watched was a harem anime named parallel world rapsody something, I actually wanted to know more about that anime after I finished the anime so I searched it's manga and finished reading that after that I read the whole novel of that anime, I LOVED every single minute of it....

who knew that was a rabbit hole? who knew that the deeper I went in the harder it would be to get out?, the deeper I went in the more degenerate I would become... I didn't.

like damn, you know I knew what the fuck cock docking was when I was 13!!! NO ONE SHOULD KNOW THAT!!! I knew ways to make people do what the fuck I want with words!! WORDS god damn it!! I became a amazing liar and that was only the anime and official novels!! then came the ffs... damn that is all I have to say... this is the thing that made up world view, I don't think anyone would say this but if you are willing to learn (like I was) you can learn new and interesting things from ffs you can explore how different people think of a single topic, to say the least reading and watch was my salvation and damnation it made me happy but it also made clear to me the reality of our world...

oh I think I am going into too much details so let me just tell you how I died and end this shit...

so you remember how I said I would take a bullet for my family? well the thing is say that bc I did take a bullet for my father... you see me and my father were going to a wedding of his friends daughter on his bike when two people stopped us at gun point and demanded our bike and all of our cash, I being a idiot thought that I could take the theifs gun from his hand cause he had it out extended towards me in my reach...

so I grabbed the gun and tugged at it and easily took it from the robber and shot him in the head... who knew that the other robber also had a gun?...no me. he pulled his gun out and shot me in the chest 3 times luckily I also managed to shot him in his neck. dead center. he died in front of me, at least I know my father was unharmed and can support my other siblings... shortly after I also died but I managed to tell my dad to tell my brother to make sure and wipe my net history, I really don't want my mom to see any of that...


'now that my mediocre life story is finished, I would like my system or wishes to present themselves to me!...'

nothing...

'YOU MOTHER DUCKER GIVE ME-'

I sense something coming towards me from behind and turn back... it is surprising slow as if it is swimming towards me... it is a light of some sort, it's like a wisp... it stopped in front of me.

[hello, host?]
[why are you... dancing??]
[now you are trying to sing?]
meanwhile I was celebrating my system....

'hell yeah~ hell yeah~ I have a system~ hell yeah~ hell yeah~ I have a system~'

(sometime later)

[if you don't stop dancing I AM going to leave...]

"wait WHAT!!" 
"STOP!! DON'T LEAVE YOU ARE THE ONLY SYSTEM I HAVE!!" 
[then stop.]
"I stopped okay!?" 
[ Alright it's fine, I am humbled that someone would be so happy to see me but everything has a limit you know...]
[now that you have stopped... let me ask you some questions, ok?]
"alright, ask away it's not like I am going to die, I have time for a adorable and cute system, that is going to be mine..."
[...ok, so do accept being my host?]
"...that is it?"
[yes]
"...yes"
[ alright, so I can start bonding with your soul right?] 
"yes, no wait is it going to hurt?" 
[I don't know, I haven't done this before... probably?]
"... ok, try and make it less painful...? I guess"
[as you wish host!!]
[ starting binding with host soul...10% done...22% done...]
as the system said that the 'wisp' started entering by 'body' and stirring around... it was like my soul was clear syrup and the wisp was a green color dye... it wasn't a little painful but it was bearable it wasn't as painful as described in some novels and ffs...
[69% done...]
'nice...'
[100% done, successfully bonded with host]

[would host like to name the system?]

"you don't have one...?" 

[ I don't have my name on my database...]

"really?"

[yes host, system doesn't lie to host, system can prove that by showing honesty percentage...hmmph!]

" ok, I believe you... but I am curious how much is the honesty percentage?"

[I have a 99% honesty setting, bc sentient beings don't like 100% honest things for some reason...]

"oh... that's alright. keep it that way, I can understand why people don't like 100% honesty, certainly don't want you calling me a ugly piece of shit now that you are living in my head... or soul"

[so, host would you like to name me now?]

"oh I almost forgot about that....now what do I call you...how about daisy.... nah, lucy? that should be alright... yeah, system Ifrom now I will be calling you lucy."

[understood, host.

 updating name....

 done]

[ host, now would you like to see your status.]

"yep!"


TWO MONTHS BEFORE...
Azad Kashmir, Pakistan 
The place was a painting; all the colours blended perfectly together in the early afternoon. The snow on the mountains was slowly melting as the sun shone directly upon it. Distant sounds of a clear river could be heard. The air was fresh and light it carried with it a scent of tea leaves and cardamon. On the side of the highway that ran around the mountain was a little stop where travellers could refuel and refresh themselves before resuming their journeys. It led to the little village behind the dense deciduous woodland that curtained it.
River stood leaning on the rail at the edge of the mountain taking it all in as Sydney tossed his can of beer in the trash.
'Wow I could get used to a place like this'
'I know right this place is just like something out of a travel magazine'
'Well you wait here while I go and find some mode of transport from that guy in the tea shack'
'You sure you don't want me to do the talking'
'I know how to talk to people son'
'Yeh, but can you talk to them in their tongue?'
'I'll have you know that my Urdu is just fine even better after we paid that underground club a little visit'
'You disgust me, Sydney'
'What? the ladies happen to like it, very...sexy is what they say'
'Yeah right sure just go and get us something'
He turned to face the edge of the mountain leaning on a rail as he took in the view. He often came across places that were enchanting to the eye but seldom were truly this mesmerising.
No wonder the Indians are still after this place he thought as he looked around shaking his head.
'Nice tattoo' 
He looked around to identify the owner of this brisk and resonant voice.
A young girl stood next to him a cigar loosely dangling from between her fingers as she smirked at him. He couldn't help but notice how striking she was; her skin was an even tone of golden caramel and her hair was almost a dark chocolate brown, thick and curly; it barely touched her shoulders but her ringlets were very intricate and looked natural.  Her eyes made her more of a mystery; they were green; bright like those emeralds he had once nicked off at the royal palace in Thailand and they gleamed with curiosity and mischief that he recognized very well. She didn't look indigenous to the land they were in but then again people here never looked like they belonged to this part of the world despite never even leaving their villages colonialism messed everything up.
'My tattoo oh yeah yeah Uhm thanks' he said rubbing the back of his neck clearly aware that she knew he was staring for quite some time now
'You like Alexander the great?'
'Yeah, you recognize the-
She can see the tattoo

'The Virginia Sun it was found on his grave'
'Yeah, it was, I-' he rubbed his wrist where the tattoo was only to realise his watch was missing. He looked down at his arm and then back up again at the girl. 
'Can I have my watch back' he said now back to his normal self and out of this mystifying girl's trance once he realised how she was able to see the tattoo in the first place.
'This isn't your watch though, to begin with, it belongs to some dead royalty in England' she said and dangled it in the air her smirk grew more annoying. She narrowed her eyes, came a little closer and whispered to him.
'Did you perhaps...steal it?'
'That's enough of that! I didn't steal anything ' he snatched the watch back from her as she backed up a little her cunning smile never faltering. She tilted her head again now looking towards the mountains.
'Where  you headed?'
The nerve of this girl to strike a conversation with him again after just stealing his watch. Sure he had also nicked it off in a museum but she didn't need to know that. He was resisting the urge to roll his eyes at her or just push her off the cliff. Something about her just vexed him.
'Oh you know this place called none of your business, Now leave me alone Miss'
'Who pissed in your cereal?'
'Who even are you?'
'I'm Isabel, Isabel Athens nice to meet you...?' She looked at him expectantly in search for his name.
'I'm Jake, Jake Smith'
'That's a fake name, your diary has the initials R.R' She stated nonchalantly as she whipped out his journal from behind.
His eyes widened as he snatched it back from her and quickly flipped through the pages to see if anything was missing.
'How dare you? do you have any-
'Any idea that you possess some incredibly rare and missing historical maps in that journal. Yes, yes I do have an idea or two'
'What do you want'
'Nothing I was just interested that's all'
He was about to tell her off but then Sydney called out to him from the tea shack.
'Well whatever' He said to the girl and backed up making his way to Sydney.
'I'll see you around'

'I usually don't fight girls, but you miss are an exception I'm willing to make '
River's life is one dangerous roller coaster ride where the tracks ahead seem missing.
Stealing from the dead, escaping death by an inch, making routine trips to prison cells. After finding his late father's journal River learns of a treasure beyond his dreams. Teaming up with his crazy uncle, the unlikely duo plan a heist. 
Things take alarming turns however as a green-eyed competitor enters the race to claim the fortune for herself. Her wicked smile and devilish charm make matters worse for River as he struggles to make it to the finish line.

Aku mengingat Thanksgiving ketika umurku 15. Keluarga selalu ramai dengan perayaan ucapan terimakasih itu. Hari besar yang merupakan perayaan meriah kedua setelah Natal yang selalu di warnai oleh kebahagiaan. Semua orang berbahagia, termasuk mungkin aku. Bahagia yang bukan sebuah rencana. Aku terbawa oleh rasa senang itu karena di dalam hunian sederhana bertingkat dua itu akan selalu ada banyak makanan. Ya, tentu saja-makanan adalah salah satu komponen yang membekali kebahagiaan itu bisa berjalan dengan semestinya. Katakan saja, aku memang sedikit rakus-jika tdia.
Mom mencandaiku terlalu sering mengenai makanan, tapi dia suka jika putranya yang tampan ini makan banyak. "Sering-seringlah makan, karena jika perutmu penuh, maka kau akan berpikir dengan baik."
Makan banyak dan mengisi tubuHmu dengan gizi, membuat kerja jantungmu baik, karena produksi darah berjalan dengan baik. Jika jantung berdetak baik, maka seluruh sistem dalam tubuHmu akan bersosialisasi dengan baik juga. Dengan kondisi seperti itu, maka hatimu menjadi tenang, dan otakmu bisa berpikir maksimal. Mungkin kira-kira seperti itu yang diasumsikan manusia cantik berpangkat My Mom itu
Di mana ada perayaan, di situ ada kesibukan, Mom selalu menyuruhku untuk membantunya di dapur. Ia memasak ayam kalkun yang besar. Tidak hanya satu, tapi dua. Saat itu, ada kerabat ibuku dari Utah yang datang. Yeah, kami memang selalu senang jika ada beberapa kerabat yang datang untuk menginap. Dia adalah adik Mom.
Irena, yang menikah dengan seorang pria Argentina. Mereka tadinya tinggal di Acapulco, karena Paman Cortez adalah seorang arsitek. Dia di sewa oleh sebuah perusahaan property untuk merancang sebuah Hotel bertaraf Internasional. Mereka mempunyai seorang putra, Elrico Cortez del Santibanez. Aku senang ternyata aku mempunyai sepupu yang sebaya denganku pun akhirnya kami dekat dan akrab. Rico, begitu aku memanggilnya, dia tinggi, atletis berkulit sedikit coklat dan berambut ikal. Kurasa dia cukup tampan, yah meski dia jarang bicara, tapi Rico cukup ramah dan menyenangkan.
Selama dia berada di rumah, kami tidur dalam kamar yang sama. Ada banyak hal yang dia ceritakan mengenai kegemarannya. sesuatu yang membuatku merasa pusing- mungkin karena dia senang dengan karya sastra maka cowo blasteran Latinos itu terdengar seperti seorang penyair-membosankan.
Ada beberapa puisi yang dia pamerkan, dan semua puisi itu merupakan karya yang indah-menurut dia begitu. Apa boleh buat, aku harus mengakui. Kemampuannya menulis puisi memang lumayan diperhitungkan, meski juga sebenarnya aku menyukai puisi, hanya saja puisiku berbeda- dia bilang puisiku kasar. Hm, aku tidak tau apa maksudnya itu, tapi memang kubenarkan dalam perdebatan unfaedah kami saat itu. Pembelaanku, bahwa aku special, puisiku tidak menculik keromantisan, dan mempersonifikasikan jelujur percintaan menjadi hal yang cengeng. Ya, mungkin seperti itu.
Tidak ada yang salah dengan puisinya. Itu bagus, karena memang pada prinsipnya setiap orang punya ciri khas masing-masing dalam mengembangkan karakter dan potensi tulisannya. Saat itu, Rico meretas semua makna terindah mengenai seorang ibu. Ya, ibunya. Kurasa dia sangat mencintai ibunya. Aku juga. Rico berhati lembut dan hangat, meski dari penampilannya dia terkesan dingin dan angkuh, mosnter kutub, atau mungkin spesies carnivora plantVenus Fly Trap sekalipun menjadi simpatisan idiom yang bagus untuknya. Tapi setelah kupikir-pikir secara cermat, lalat saja pasti tidak akan sudi berpapasan denganya, atau mungkin berpikir ulang untuk mencari jalur lain agar tidak terjebak dengannya-mungkin. Oke, lupakan tentang dia-sebentar, karena dengan prisnsip kemandiriannya yang menjunjung tinggi sebuah makna Time is money-nya itu, aku tidak punya banyak ide dan pertimbangan selain menghitung setiap kata baik dari titik dan komanya itu berbanding lurus dengan tingkat suku bunga BANK. You know what I mean;  aku bisa bangkrut.
Tentang hari ini, ketika Mom memberiku tugas berbelanja; katanya aku harus membeli beberapa bahan makanan yang tertera dalam daftar yang dia berikan. Ada seseorang yang akan datang, teman Morgan dari Idaho. Sesama Pendeta, dan pria itu akan menginap. Membuatku repot. Kenapa aku yang harus berbelanja, kenapa tidak Alena. Bukankah dia perempuan.
Mom menjelaskan perkara berdasarkan fakta yang sudah-sudah, jika dia menyuruh Alena, maka semua itu merupakan kesia-siaan besar- daging beku yang akan dibeli nanti pasti akan mencair di jalan. Alena tidak akan segera pulang setelah berbelanja. Dia selalu mempunyai masalah dengan keramahtamahannya yang berlebihan. Panjang urusannya jika menyuruh anak gadis semata wayangnya itu berbelanja. Apa boleh buat aku selalu menjadi anak yang diandalkan.
Berangan-angan mempunyai kehidupan yang sedikit berwarna seperti Shawn Oh misalnya. Keluarga Oh adalah orang kaya turun temurun dengan raksasa bisnis yang dikelolanya. Cakupannya cukup luas, tak terhitung hartanya, hanya saja Shawn lebih memilih untuk hidup sederhana. Tidak ada garis miskin dalam sejarah kehidupan keluarga yang sebenarnya berasal dari Korea itu juga. Dulu ayahnya berteman baik dengan keluarga Oh, hanya saja sekarang hubungan itu meregang untuk hal yang tidak jelas.
Shawn tidak harus bekerja paruh waktu untuk melatih kemandirian. Shawn yang beruntung. Ada harapan sedikit jika kelak dia bisa menikah dengan Alena, maka aku akan menjadi ipar yang beruntung. Hm. Ya, membicarakan masalah kerja paruh waktu itu,beberapa hari lalu Morgan sempat menyinggungnya. Untuk laki-laki seumuran aku memang sudah waktunya melakukan hal itu, terlebih lagi saat ini kehidupan ekonomi keluarga kami sedang pas-pasan. Morgan tidak bekerja lagi di kantor pengacara Mc. Elliot untuk alasan rahasia. Dia tidak mengatakannya padaku,mungkin gengsi, dan aku hanya menebak kalau mereka pasti sedang berselisih pendapat. Sayang sekali,karena akhirnya kami hanya mengandalkan pemasukan dari hasil penjualan beberapa kerajinan kayu yang dikerjakan Morgan jika waktu senggang. Kami benar-benar kesulitan uang.
 
 
Aku masuk ke dalam sebuah Grosery bersama trolly dengan ukuran terkecil. Menurut Mom, tidak banyak yang harus kubeli mengingat keuangan kami memang sudah menipis. Mom sendiri sedang mencoba melamar pekerjaan sebagai guru piano di sekolah khusus music di kota, dan kuharap dia diterima. Kasihan ibuku-harus bekerja. Seandainya saja aku bisa berbuat banyak.
BRAKH. Mendadak trolyku menabrak troly lain. Astaga, apa tadi aku melamun. Kenapa aku sampai tidak melihat ada troly besar itu. Perasaan tidak enak menyelubungi hati. Memang tidak ada yang terlalu mengkhawatirkan dari kondisi pada keranjang besar yang terparkir tanpa penghuni itu. Hm, seenaknya saja menaruh troly di tengah jalan. Memangnya supermarket ini punya nenek moyangnya! Makiku dalam hati, tapi tumpukan beer yang disusun di dalamnya terlihat berantakan. GAWAT! Membatin sendiri- siapa yang membeli beer sebanyak itu.
BUG. "Arrgh!" Sebuah tendangan pada pantat mendorong tubuhku hingga berbenturan dengan trolyku.
"Asshh...." ringisku-lagi.
"Minggir dari situ!" suara berat terselubung timbre setengah oktaf itu menghajar genderang telinga pas. Tanpa kutoleh pun sudah kutau siapa pemiliknya. Geraman pendek bernada bengis menyertai tangan yang menarik kerah jaketku menyingkir dari troly-nya? Tebakku. Agh, sialnya! Kenapa dari beberapa lusin benda dorong yang terdapat di dalam area ini, justru aku menabrak troly-nya. Jodoh? Nick menyeretku hingga beberapa spasi dari kepunyaannya. Nyalang sorotnya menelusuri eksistensiku di hadapannya pun hatiku seakan berada dalam sauh yang digempur badai putih habis-habisan.
Tak ada kata-kata dari mulut diamnya, tapi entah kenapa sorot tajamnya itu seolah-olah sedang menjilat-jilat sekujur tubuhku hingga terasa gelinjangan aneh menggetarkan jiwaku yang mabuk. Aku menggilai kesan bengis itu-mengoleksi sebanyak mungkin dari versi yang berbeda, tapi miliknya adalah sempurna.
Dia memasukkan beberapa bungkus produk makanan ringan ke dalam keranjang besar itu. Sedikit melirik, dan menyeringai apatis. Terkutuk itu membuatku merinding hingga ke bagian selakangan di siang bolong begini. Pasti ini hanya mimpi-indah. Tanpa berniat memperpanjang persoalan, aku segera menarik troly menjauh manusia yang diadopsi orang tuanya dari neraka itu. Kurasa aku harus menyelamatkan diri sebelum aku digosongkan dengan lidah apinya yang terjulur diantara deretan taringnya. Kutundukkan kepala dan menyadari aku sudah mengeras sejak tadi. Brengsek!
"Hei Bokong Sexy!" panggilnya setengah menggertak-mendadak. What! Kutahan nafasku sebentar. Apa yang tadi dia bilang: bokong sexy? Demi Tuhan, apakah bokongku sexy. "Hm...bokong berlemak, kesinilah! Apa kau tidak mendengarku?" suruhnya lagi, dan kali ini suaranya lebih keras sehingga beberapa orang di sekitarku menoleh. Wajahku memanas seketika.
Jadi yang benar yang mana? Bokong sexy atau bokong berlemak. Apa salah satu dari nominasi itu akan menjadi pilihan terbaik untuk bokongku. Hhh, dari mana dia mendapatkan sebutan itu? Alena. Iblis betina itu! Oh Tuhan, mereka itu memang sepasang iblis dari neraka. Kuputar pangkal leherku hanya sekedar menoleh dalam derajat seperempat lingkaran. Kudapati senyum kotornya mencibiri rasa gugup yang menderaku. Apa dia serius memanggilku. "Jadi kau suka dengan panggilan itu, Bokong sexy!" dengan kekehan menjijikkan.
"Cha...Cha..Charly. Namaku Charly Park." Terbata.
"Tck-tck!" bayangan itu mendekat dalam sepersekian detik-cepat. Menyerangku dengan aroma maskulin-citrus yang menghilangkanku dalam dunia tanpa nama. Dada bidang itu menantangku dengan arogan, spontan kakiku mundur beberapa langkah, dan sang iblis menertawai-girang. Moodnya sedang bagus. Persetan-tidak kuperpanjang, berpaling dan segera mendorong trolyku menjauh darinya.
Ketika menoleh, dia tidak mengejarku-syukurlah. Aku segera menuju ke arah counter daging seperti yang dikatakan ibu, lalu membeli beberapa kaleng saus pasta, dan beberapa sayuran. Kemudian, ketika langkahku dalam perjalanan ke kasir, sebuah informasi dari pengeras suara membuatku membeku seketika.
"PANGGILAN UNTUK SESEORANG DENGAN SEBUTAN BOKONG SEXY....Hm maaf?" interupsi dari seseorang-suara itu sedang berbicara lagi, terdengar karena pengeras suara itu tidak dimatikan.
"Ada apa?" kata orang itu, dan gegas langkah kusetting secepat peluru.
"Bokong berlemak!" sebut suara lain, dan itu sudah dipastikan si Brengsek itu. Nick.
Oh Tuhan,Oh Tuhan! Kenapa semua ini harus menimpaku. Kenapa? Ada apa dia memanggilku dengan menggunakan jasa informasi seperti itu. "PANGGILAN UNTUK BOKONG BERLEMAK...."  Suara itu terhenti saat aku muncul. Di sana bertengger seorang Nicky yang berdiri dengan dagu terangkat sombong. Mata setannya itu mengacak-acak konsentrasiku menyusun sebuah amukan, hanya saja semua itu melempem seketika itu juga, saat petugas informasi menyodorkan sebuah dompet—ku.
"Apa Anda yang bernama bokong sexy?" Baiklah, itu memang dompetku, yang mungkin saja terjatuh saat tadi aku menabrak troly-nya, atau mungkin juga tangan jahil Nick yang merogohnya dari dalam saku celanaku. Yeah, mungkin karena rogohan itu, dia mempunyai ide untuk memanggilku bokong sexy.   Tiiin! Jeritan klakson panjang itu benar-benar keparat-membuatku berhenti dengan posisi aneh. "Bokong sexy!" sebut Nick dengan kepala setengah melongok dari jendela mobilnya. Kuacuhkan-melanjutkan perjalananku yang memang hanya kutempuh dengan berjalan kaki. Ya, beginilah kenyataannya, aku tidak mempunyai kendaraan apapun, sehingga ketika ibu menyuruhku, maka semua itu akan kutempuh dengan berjalan kaki. "Apa Alena ada ?" tanya Nick, tapi masih kuacuhkan. "C...Ch..Charly!" panggilnya dengan benar. Masih kuabaikan-
"Oh God, apa mulutmu itu sedang sembelit sampai tak bisa bicara?"
"Jangan menggangguku Nick!" sengitku. Nick mendengus sambil terus mengiringi perjalananku yang tidak jauh lagi. Dia mempunyai mobil yang bagus, Mercy sporty Maybach yang mungkin bagi anak pengusaha sekalipun, tunggangan itu kelewat mewah-but Nick mempunyai itu. Haruskah aku merasa iri.
"Katakan pada Alena, aku mengadakan pesta. Dia bisa datang ke tempat biasanya sekitar jam delapan." Jiwa seorang kakak yang ingin melindungi adiknya dari serbuan monster mendadak menyala-kulirik sadis keberadaannya, dan Nick sempat menjatuhkan punggungnya pada sandaran jok, dengan hurup O dalam cengirannya.
"What ?" tuntutnya
"Jangan mengganggu adikku, dia masih di bawah umur. Kau tidak seharusnya melibatkan dia dalam pesta mesummu itu Nick!"
"Hm.jadi siapa yang menurutmu pantas untuk datang ke pesta mesumku? Kau?" sambil terkekeh
"Stay away from us or else..."
"Or else?" Tatapanku kalah-berikut nyaliku. "Apa kau tidak mau mengucapkan terima kasih padaku, Bokong sexy?" Ya.,ya...sekarang aku bisa apa. Dia sudah menemukan dompetku, dan kini aku berhutang padanya. Apa dia biasa menerima ungkapan terimakasih dengan bahasa Urdu or something- agar aku tidak terlalu merasa dimanipulasi secara unfair seperti ini. Jantungku berdebar, ketika sosok itu turun dari mobil, mendekat dengan langkah panjang, dan dalam waktu sepersekian detik, wujutnya menghadang langkah bunuh diriku yang berniat kabur. "Give it to me!" bisiknya dingin
Melarikan fokus pada kendaraan yang berlalu lalang, tak membuatnya kasihan. Beberapa mata sedang menyaksikan-For God Shaked, ini bukan simulasi adegan mesum. "Kau bisa saja mengambil dompetku dan membuat skenario licik untuk membuatku tunduk padamu." What just I said? Apa ucapanku terlampau berani.
PUK. Tangan itu tidak terlalu keras meyapa pipiku, lalu dengan telunjuknya itu-Nick mengikuti denyut nadi hingga tiba tepat di dadaku, menekan di sana bersama semua cengiran sadisnya. Pria Lee ini sedang menagih kata Thanks yang tak ingin kuberikan.

Obsesi itu begitu sempurna, dengan macam-macam mimpi yang kudaur ulang berkali-kali, menjadi hiasan yang tak habis-habis dalam anganku, seorang introvert 18 tahun Charly. Ya aku Charly Park. Hanya seonggok Laki-Laki berdarah campuran Korea- Amerika. Ibuku Lahir di Nevada dengan garis keturunan Belgia dan Spanyol. Kulitnya bersih. Wanita tercantik dalam kehdiupanku. Aku seharusya bahagia, tapi kupikir kenapa aku tidak bahagia.

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