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When the President was Trapped in the Rain
Burman is a poet who was nicknamed “President Rex” by the Kompas newspaper.
The man was sitting alone in the Check Yuke on Saturday (4/27) afternoon. His legs were crossed, while his arms rested on the back of the chair. At that time, he was wearing a moss green short-sleeved shirt, combined with black cloth pants. Shabby casual black shoes were on his feet.
He, Hasbi Burman, a poet born in Calang, Aceh Jaya on August 9, 1955 (Many media outlets wrote that he was born in 1944, but according to Hasbi that was wrong). On the table in front of him, two cups of coffee were empty, as was the plate where the cake had been placed. Apparently, his colleague had just left.
That afternoon, he gazed out the coffee shop window with anxious feelings. Empty and not passionate. The rain that had just flushed the city area seemed to destroy his hopes. Then, a pat on the shoulder awakened the aging poet from his reverie. A smile was immediately painted on his face.
The owner of the dog then sat and faced Hasbi. They chatted for a while. He reached for something from his pants pocket and handed it to Hasbi. Hasbi happily accepted these two five thousand bills. After that, he rushed to buy rice in the front corner of the stall. When he returned, his hand held a…
