Legionaries

Hydra

03 October 2018

At 05.06

The garbage disposal SCHEME in this stacking house is actually quite effective and efficient. This stacking house offers a smart solution in tackling the problem of garbage. The architects who designed this building deliberately placed doors that resemble windows at the end of the corridor of each floor as access to garbage disposal.

This garbage disposal scheme works with a system that resembles how lifts work in luxury buildings. The doors available on each floor are connected by a well hallway that extends vertically and is connected to the entire floor of the building. This way of working makes it very easy for residents to manage their household waste because, to carry out garbage disposal, the, they just need to put it in the well hallway through the doors that have been provided on each floor.

Meanwhile, the garbage boils down to one point, a giant tub on the ground floor of the building, precisely under the disposal door for the occupants of the first floor. The giant gaping tub under the first floor served as the main shelter before the garbage climbed into the janitor's transport car. On the one hand, this kind of disposal system is very pampering for residents because they do not need to bother dragging garbage along the stairs. However, as the classic saying goes: no ivory that does not crack, this scheme does not escape a number of problems.

The classic problem that often arises is the occurrence of blockages that inhibit the rate of gravity of garbage around the elevator tunnel. Usually it is characterized by the release of unpleasant odors around the tunnel doors. Damn, this early in the morning, it was my turn to face the problem. When I was about to dispose of the trash, suddenly my sense of smell was undermined by the foul odor that originated in the sinkhole. Furious at the uncomfortable situation, I tried to inspect the tunnel channel. Squeezing my nostrils, I stuck my head into the sinkhole to find out what the culprit was.

Just a few centimeters away I peeked out of the door of the fourth floor elevator, my mouth immediately clucked watching the clumps of plastic bags clogging the discharge rate around the third floor door hole. Because of its size is too large, plastic bags that began to be swarmed by flies that cover the access to the well tunnel and block the rate of waste to get to the garbage tub on the ground floor.

Actually, it's nothing new. During this third floor disposal door is often problematic. The slovenly temperament of the occupants of the third floor seems to be worth underlining as the base of this problem. Several times I caught them from throwing garbage around without paying attention to the size of the bag they use. In fact, when the stench began to interfere with breathing, they still duck.

To overcome this garbage problem, I am reluctant to involve the occupants of the third floor who clearly never want to bother. I had to do it myself with a wide selection of solutions already in my mind. The first solution was to go down the main stairs to the third floor, but, after I thought cooking, it would drain a lot of energy.

Let's just say the distance between the fourth floor elevator door and the main staircase is about one kilometer. While from the main staircase to the third floor disposal door, more or less the same. Because the pillar of the building that separates the fourth floor with the third floor is about four meters long, then in conclusion I have to travel a distance of approximately 24 meters to go down there. Considering the amount of time and energy that would be wasted, I finally decided to choose the second solution, which is to directly climb down through the well tunnel. When it comes to climbing, I have no doubt about it.

Just now that I was intending to enter the sewer door, I was suddenly startled by a noise from the direction of the third floor. A male figure appeared to open the third floor's sewer door. The man pushed the plastic bags that clogged the tunnel with his own hands. In just a few occasions, the trash packs finally escaped and landed smoothly into the giant tub on the ground floor.

The man breathed a sigh of relief because maybe a moment ago he deliberately held his breath so that the foul aroma did not stop at his kiss. Unfortunately, after that, he took the time to raise his head. His expression was somewhat surprised when he saw half of my already-hangkring body right on top of it. His eyes popped for a moment to try to recognize my face.

"Diandra's? What are you doing there?" greet the man with a look of astonishment.

(Rama! It's Rama!)

I hurriedly pulled some of my limbs that had already entered the tunnel. "Nwg... Here, Ram. More sports." (Sports, you say?) "Ma. I mean exercise while taking out the trash."

"Oh," At once Rama's smile turned to look at my behavior that did look strange to the general public. (Again, Diandra. You are a strange woman.) "Do you need help?"

"Not bother, Ram. It's just a little rubbish."

"Ah, it's okay. Just a minute, yeah. I'll go up the stairs."

To describe Rama, it seems I need to draw my previous accusations about the occupants of the third floor. In my opinion, the figure of Rama is the only occupant who deserves to be excluded. She's the only symbol of hospitality in this flats. Social care that is often shown is like an oasis in the midst of the social conditions of the capital community that is arrogant and apathetic. And one thing from Rama that I think is no less special than a series of good qualities is his charismatic smile. Every time I see her, that smile is always the thing I look forward to most.

Not until a minute after he disappeared behind the third floor disposal door, Rama finally arrived also on the fourth floor. Suddenly my heart was racing as he watched his figure tread the tiles along the fourth-floor corridor. Each sound of his footsteps resembled the thump of a godam that struck my ribs many times.

(Quick dodge, Diandra. You're not really ready to talk to her yet.)

"That's the trash, Di?" he asked, pointing to two large plastic bags lying at the end of the corridor. Not waiting for long, Rama immediately approached the fat pockets and lifted them up. One by one the plastic bags were successfully passed into the tunnel channel. A moment later, faintly heard a thud from the direction of the base of the building.

"Weight huh, Ram?" my question, pleasantries.

"That's a lot."

"Just relax, Di," he replied as he glanced at the water tap at the west end of the corridor. "Wash your hands first?"

While nodding, I invited Rama to take his first turn.

"How rarely are you seen now?" While rubbing both of his palms under the tap water, he instead asked me.

"Yes. This whole semester, I've been busy going to college."

"What semester is it now?"

"Final level. I started the thesis. Just getting busy eating ingredients. Lately I also stay more often at a friend's house located close to campus. Don't be tired of going back and forth."

Rama responded with a nod of understanding. After that, he preferred to be silent a thousand languages. At that moment, the situation turned silent. Nothing else was heard, except the splashing of tap water.

Before the atmosphere became completely cold, I hurriedly ambushed him with new questions. "What are you busy with now?"

While changing to let me wash my hands, Rama again smiled. "As usual. Still busy working in Metropolis. No new developments yet."

"Oooh," I said. "By the way, it's good not to be a journalist?"

"If you're asked about bad taste, it's about taste. But there is clearly no easy job. If you are tired, that is for sure. You see, in addition to hunting the news during the night, I also have to write a report."

"Well, tired too, huh?"

Rama raised both his eyebrows while blushing. "But uniquely, so the criminal journalist felt like a doctor, you know."

"Doctor? The connection?"

"Together have fun on top of the suffering of others. The difference is, the doctor's windfall depends on the sick, while I rely on thieves, pickpockets, robbers, murderers, and other criminal species."

Seloroh Rama seems pretty good at helping me throw awkward. While walking side by side to their respective rooms, our conversation continued to flow clearly. Unfortunately, I am quite aware that this togetherness will only last a short time. We both need to continue our routines.

"See you again, Ram," I concluded, when I arrived at the door.

Again, the man replied to me with that dazzling charismatic smile. Before long, he began to move away leaving me standing. Silently, there was a strange feeling tickling my chest cavity. There are throngs of weeds growing where they shouldn't be and potentially damaging to the landscape.

What lacur? The wild grass grew on its own. I am not unaware that ‘Juragan’ will soon find out about this. All this time he always knew everything. I also realized that Juragan would not remain silent and would act in his own way. But I have the right to let the wild grass grow to fill my own yard.

I'm sorry, Juragan.