Jumat, 23 Juli 2010

HIDDEN TALENT

okay, this story, one time I wanted to try writing short stories. but not always so, Perhaps because of lack of imagination. I would now like to try again. please give inputs friend. for more learning ... Our immediate start .... HIDDEN TALENT 

 
Tonight was really quiet. None of the interesting things to discuss. Sunday damn, why did you go so fast? when only this morning I enjoy the holidays. tomorrow is monday again haa ... ahhh ....!! tomorrow ..... *******  

Eyes are always sleepy, not the spirit, and eyes glazed. But it was the wistful eyes, thick hair and it makes anyone feel sympathy, although he was happy. Her clothes were always neat. And fragrant
"Met," the voice does Dirman. School janitor. His demeanor was always with a smile peculiar sweet, though somewhat Dower. Height of 155 cm. Always wear batik clothes worn. But behind the simplicity of it, all his children to school and finish a degree.
"What is it sir."
"You really limp, have a nice" 
 "Hhhaahhhfffhhhh ...."
"Why?" 
 "I'm confused indeed,"
"Confused why, unrequited love?" Dizzy dancer, adjusting a broom stick in his hand.  
"Ye ... Cook the man who refused to seganteng I exist ..." I say rest of Indeed Diman smiled, showing white teeth. Rarely do parents, whose teeth are still healthy, 
 "Why you smiling?"  
"continues, what you think? why until creased so."  
"It looks really Mang?" 
 "He'eh .... what exactly is your problem? Try the story to the dizzy, dizzy who knows can help, biyar so dizzy too young ever lo" 
 "Memmm" stories are not ya ... Hesitated, 
 "The story just the Met,"  
"This pack, I felt why not have the ability and talent any yes indeed ..." 
 "Meaning?" 
 "Everyone has their own character. and me? I do not have the ability to defend themselves like Kentek, not as strong as Andrew, not as smart as Nurul .... I do not have any ability to pack, Actually I came here for what, sir?"  
"You mean here?" 
 "Yes, the world is, Why I was born, what must I do?" 
 "Hahahahaaaa ae ..... so why bother to met, the Met." 
 " continue?" 
 ", What is your religion?"  
"Islam" 
 "No, I created the jinn and mankind only to worship none other than ME. So, we are all simply by worshiping the Lord who created us." 
 "That's Mang?"  
"Yes,"  
"But this does not answer my question about my talent ..."  
"Do not be so sluggish," Mang Dirman Slamet rubbing the back. "Sometimes, slow-growing tree that produces fruit is excellent, and live longer. Tree is also solid. Ye also hope so too." Slamet quiet. "Worship is not just a prayer. Every activity you are doing and intended to serve the Lord, then it is also called worship. You understand met?"  
"Yes sir," 
 "Do not be so sluggish, Hear the father, you'll go home, take one sheet of paper, write all what you like, and write it all. Usually talent is not far from it, after that, you're bright what you like about it, deepen, and continue to do according to what you want to do such fun as possible. " already, now you come back, soon the bell went "  
"Thanks sir."  
"Same-same"

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