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Task 2

_{Bahasa Indonesia}

Tertukar

Engkau selalu mengirimkan pesan sapa singkatmu setiap hari. Kata-kata indah membuatku berbunga-bunga. Sampai dengan saatnya, engkau salah menyebut namaku.

_English

Switched

You always send me your short greeting messages every day. The beautiful words made me blossom. Until the day, you mispronounced my name.

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Reflection

I would like to tell you the story of a woman who often receives messages from her lover, with all his romantic flirting skills, the man manages to please women. Yes, not just one woman, and in the end his cover was blown.

Writing this story was a challenge for me, how I had to explain briefly what the conflict was by composing words that could describe a situation that could be understood by the reader, so as to create the right imagination.

What do you think Mrs. @solperez, what would that woman have done?

Task 3

_{Bahasa Indonesia}

Kehilangan

Aku terjaga di tempat tidur, merasakan sisa panas tubuhmu yang masih tertinggal. Bau parfummu menyelip di bantal, menemani malamku yang sepi. Aku tak bisa membedakan antara mimpi dan kenyataan, namun yang jelas, kehadiranmu telah menghilang. Api dalam tatapanmu telah padam, dan aku ditinggalkan dalam kebohongan dan luka. Kini, kau sedang tertawa bersamanya.

_English

Lose

I wake up in bed, feeling the lingering heat of your body. The smell of your perfume slipped on my pillow, accompanying my lonely night. I couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, but clearly, your presence had disappeared. The fire in your gaze was extinguished, and I was left in lies and hurt. Now, you are laughing with him.

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Reflection

The name of the fire is when the more we are close to it, the more the heat will be felt, and vice versa, when the fire is far away from us, we feel the difference in temperature that will make us feel more comfortable. However, it is different with the fire of love that slowly fades and then disappears, it hurts.

In this story, I had to internalize the content of the poem, look for the spirit contained in it, and then extract it into a short story that should not lose the main object, which in my opinion is a betrayal of love. I wanted to create an ending that creates an absolute sense of sadness.

Can you feel it, Mr. @joslud, is it okay for a man to cry?