     'Yes, I will listen carefully.'
     A moment later, just as if the trigger of a machine gun was pressed continuously, a series of sharp bullets whizzed out and hit the eardrums. Damn it, if it's like this, how can it be comfortable to listen to, not to mention that it really feels like it's jumping.
     Five minutes later, this crazy demon suddenly stopped talking, really suddenly stopped. The room turned silent instantly. Silence full of mystery. The barrage of sharp bullets stopped whistling and what was left behind were sore eardrums and a shaken brain. Also quiet and quiet. Bah, damn, really damn...
     'How? Understand? Clear?'
      What's clear? Understand what? Is it true that someone can understand an explanation like that, gliding without pause plus jumping here and there, even angels can't necessarily understand? Damn it...
     'I don't understand,' trying to say as gently as possible while shaking his head slowly.
     'Well, how are you? Don't you understand something like this? Therefore, when I speak, listen carefully... well, I have to repeat that...'
     It turned out that Kasidi did not repeat what was explained using the machine gun style earlier. Maybe he himself doesn't remember what he just said, maybe it's because of other reasons, which is definitely no repetition. There is only silence, there is only silence, there is only silence, all that remains is grumbling. Well, I can only grumble in my heart when I get this kind of treatment. Damn, damn indeed...
     Then, as surprising as the fact that he said he would repeat it but apparently didn't repeat it, Kasidi said loudly, today and tonight I will compose a narrative poem, or narrative poetry, yes, and tomorrow morning just wait on your cellphone. Let's start with that, shall we?
     We? Why us? What does it have to do with me? That's your own business, bro, none of our business, none of my business. If you want narrative poetry or narrative poem, that's fine as long as you can and do by yourself.
     'Okay.' As slowly and gently as possible. Hopefully Kasidi understands the metaphorical meaning of a soft answer like this accompanied by a look full of questions. Yah, but how could he possibly understand. The literal ones don't understand or act like they're being simplistic, how come it's all metaphorical, and it turns out it's true.
