Poetry and Love Journey
Poetry brings meetings

Sophia was lying on her hotel bed as usual with music in her ears, after she came home to take a break from her weekly concert in a different city. that night was nothing special like the day he had missed after coming home from the concert and staying at the hotel for tomorrow's upcoming event. He took a deep breath, while recalling the memories before he became a Superstar, the journey and the steps he took brought him to this peak.

actually what makes his ambition so strong to become a star, since childhood he had no desire to become a famous singer, he said, when she was a child she once said to her maid who had always been by her side once, "when did the big Miss want to be what?" she was naive when she was little and replied "I will be someone loved, loved by father, by brother, and by mother" the naive answer was responded to with a smile by his somewhat old maid.

sometimes Sophia wondered what it would be like if mother didn't die while giving birth to me, "whether my sister would love me, whether my father did or not..." Sofia never continued her words, it was better not to break them again, because as she thought that she would cry not on her face, but on the side of her still soft heart.

Sophia took a deep and long breath to calm herself down, but it still bothered her in the end and she decided to play her phone and open her social media. social media with a large number of followers, often get likes or even interference from spam messages.to fill her free time Sophia check her double check people's comments and much more she did, to fill her free time, in the end he saw a word that was displayed quite long in his social media, and, the words did not come from an account that already had a lot of followers but just a little somehow the account attracted his attention to read every sentence, he said, it was not only that attracted him but the title that used his name and the person marked him, it is very rare for a sentence of poetry to his idol with content that does not manifest his appearance or praise his talent, the poem seems to give criticism for himself that looks not to be him. when reading the poem slowly Sophia was very interested he even gave a like and commented on the poem he very positive as if piercing very deep but also calming at the same time concomitantly.

it's strange, somehow at the end of her sleep Sophia who began to fall asleep at that time, smiling at the end of her time. I remembered a very good poem that criticized him but also praised him who was inside, as if the poem was written by someone who was really close to him someone who really understood what was in his head, at the same time Sophia was very curious about who the poet was. it was true that he was very educated and Sofia imagined He was a very old man, like the wise men she saw in many stories. Sofia began to give a message to the poet, as if at that time she was special poet but he did not care, he did not care, then at the end of the night before he had gone to sleep he sent a message that would change his life and find a special person.

Dhani woke up that morning surprised by a notification that he had never expected before, he was surprised by the ID of social media that he was very familiar with, he was surprised very surprised.

this made his breathing even heavier, and in his head full of hopes, he opened his social media and he saw the likes and comments of the poem he had made, the good night he posted. "i feel it" said the comment, not only until there continues the media directly flooded by fans of Sophia, the media, some praised his poetry and there was an island that said it could do better than him, but Dhani did not care about it his heart was really happy to be surprised by such a magnificent morning, so great, even he felt the notification was warmer than the morning sun that hit his room.just not to get there warm greetings from social media messages, Sophia used very polite words "how are you, what a beautiful poem" but Dani doesn't blame it, Sophia doesn't know who she is. Dhani had thought what he would reply, what sentence he would say, beautiful sentences kah or ordinary sentences, Dhani kept thinking very long until his mother came and invited him to breakfast. at the dinner table his mother realized Dhani was not as usual, she looked at the phone for so long as if someone was waiting for her. Dhani also did not have to spend his food even though the length of his mother was not a problem, Dhani also usually ate a long meal, as if enjoying every moment as he chewed his rice, he did not enjoy every bite of his breakfast, his hands and mind focused on his phone, when looked at actually he was doing nothing. Dhani began to realize her mother had finished her breakfast, when she saw that she had decided to stop focusing on her phone by raising the ringtone of the phone was quite high. it turns out that until he returned in his room Dhani has not returned a message from Sophia, he did not wait for her just confused.until finally Dhani decided to reply "thank you I also felt it" Dhani replied to the message after recalling the comments from Sophia. Now this must refocus his shirt, and eliminate the thought of his cellphone or reply from Sophia. but still he can't he's like a junior high school kid in love, even though it is just a admiration or a lover of monkeys who like people say sometimes he does not care and still wait for his beloved.

to fill his free time Dhani began to reply to messages one by one from the comments that came, not only the comments of poems that discussed Sophia, but some other poems seemed to also rise to the surface. Dani never had this spirit in her life she never had anyone she admired, nor had she ever felt her heart flutter from someone, she knew how beautiful art was, she knew how beautiful art was, he often found art either through sound or through visuals, but this time he realized art created by God, he said, a girl who looks so perfect but also so fragile that looks so beautiful on the outside but also so holds a lot of meaning in it.