Recycling

The First Network

That morning. In all the days shine light upon the world. I grew up natural, this fresh body jumping, shouting out sounds freely.

Right at the end of the slithering tale. This morning seems like a different thing. Why does it feel so good? I don't know and it's best to be quiet enough, not to want to explain. About the simple phrase spoken with laughter

However, I never thought that all of that could hurt the heart that could not accept.

In fact, at that time I said it unintentionally, although a little said just jokingly filled free time, but their minds could not accept everything. It rebelled strongly, casting a piled feeling of darkness.

I was still staring at the morning sunlight that illuminated the world. My mind was thinking about the events contained in a bunch of false paragraphs.

The tone stalls that conveyed a lot of vocabulary were futile in a matter of minutes, changing colors in the blink of an eye.

Speech that was thrown just like that, without thinking more caring, without weighing yourself. Honestly, at that time there were countless words I had spoken, countless apologies I had forgotten.

As long as time passed, I never thought about how others felt when receiving words, nor did I listen to what I had said.

Did it hurt their feelings or not? I don't know. To me laughter is a joke that has nothing. That's the simple reason I want to tell you.

I know everyone's judgment is different, everything goes, works according to their own mindset.

It didn't feel like the morning had left me struggling with a word in love, time went away quickly without waiting, it kept turning and passing.

Now, a special light in the western horizon emanated clearly I stared, the light that appeared to accompany me.

It was this twilight that I was looking at in contemplation, I was sitting on a hill that was arguably not too high.

The wind was blowing too. With my own silence, I went to a realm where there was nothing else I could feel.

The wind again blew touching me, momentarily awakened the reverie that controlled myself, then entered into the cracks of the clothes I was wearing.

The hill I stepped on was now close to the beach. From this hill it was clear the sun was beginning to sink showing a yellow light looming over as if to describe my feelings that were currently about to sink from longing for something that had long passed, the light seemed to disappear within the grasp of the hand.

A beloved heart, leaving traces of memories, about the story of the shahdu embroidered longing and the tangle of affection that established a close relationship for a long time, but I never thought. The relationship broke down just because of one mistake.

A mistake that has forgotten a thousand good things in it. Very sorry, I really can't see.

Yes, I could not look at him, even if it was just a fictional character mentioned in the story, a story neatly arranged in an old book sheet.

I was reading it, flipping from page one to page another. I was sitting staring at the book.

Books that discuss the attitude of dissatisfaction of love and separation, about self-greed that penetrates into the soul, also the desire to get something that is seen in excessive view.

***

Jazu said, “Bantuin dong, heavy nih!” He was lifting a cardboard box with a refrigerator. I found out without asking, just guessing. Not necessarily the truth.

I approached, asked, and it turned out to be true everything I had guessed in my mind. It's a cardboard box with a refrigerator.

Jazu is the best friend I have, between me and him, and he has some differences. Meanwhile, Wapta. He smiled at what was in front of him. Looking at myself, of course, who was grinning showed style.

My name is Narak. If you want to get along with me, call it Nar. I'm seventeen years old.

I work at one of the freight forwarders. Services that deliver goods there to here, wherever orders ordered by customers.

If I want to know, my speech is irregular, careless without thought, but my friend considers it an advantage, I can never be silent, talking is a talent that I have. Silence is gold, for those who are quiet, they are very lucky.

Different from me ....

Wapta is funny, but always arguing with me. She was a stubborn woman, naturally it happened, anyone close to her was always noisier.

“Weight not? here I help,” said Wapta as if to help me. This time I wanted to be arrogant. Ignore him.

“Gak, I'm strong!” I answered with arrogance. He'll be angry or whatever, the most important thing for me right now is that I don't want to get close to him.

“Hmm ... sell expensive, friends want to help you also rejected!” firmly Wapta stared intently at me. His hands crossed under his chest.

In my heart, I wanted to give it up. Tired of also lifting this cardboard alone. “Nih, just pick up I want to rest first.”

Oh, ja. Jazu was before. He deliberately asked for help with me, the result was yes once he rested. I also want to be with him—searching for victims.

“Hissshh, good to play rest all, work woy... don't relax-relax mulu.” I never thought. The Wapta will take out its gluttonous chatter.

I'm not surprised because that's his nature. It's just, unexpectedly. I thought he'd want me to tell him to lift it up.

I turned my attention so that he muted the rant, scratching his head. “Cuman joking, how can I let you lift up alone later ketapean, pity.” I said it with a smile, hoping that Wapta would understand him.

“Ya, already working speed.” Wapta pointed at the goods, doing his word.

“OK .. siyap commander!”

I don't want to say much, for me it's going to be exhausting. Talk that is not good, that is not good. I brought the cardboard with the refrigerator, loaded it on the back of the freight car. My work is done easily.

In this room, it clearly felt very hot. The air conditioner in this room seemed to not work at all, sweat drenching all over my body.

However, one thing I was surprised by from Wapta was that she was eager to work regardless of the situation, she was a woman who was bitten by work, even though the atmosphere was hot.

I sit back, looking at the people who work. The order came and this time the order went to a place in the village far from the crowd, according to the information received he said the road to get there was a bit difficult to pass, you need patience to get there.

Me and Wapta. Damn, we were both ordered to deliver items neatly wrapped in plastic folds, the item was a fairly large wardrobe. Super steady stuff.

We carefully picked up the item. Slowly, trying to put it in a freight car.

However, when he lifted the closet, Wapta accidentally released from his hand, almost the closet fell, fortunately I quickly acted to stop it. Thank goodness nothing happened. The whole thing survived.

“Wapta, be careful dong later the closet is damaged, we also get omelin.” I don't accept everything. If that closet breaks who will be responsible. The owner or the person who hired us was very fierce.

I don't dare, just hear the rumors my hair is goosebumps. Therefore, I was just angry with the Wapta as compensation for his bad behavior.

“Iya, sorry, the goods are heavy tau,” replied Wapta seemed to feel guilty, but still with his attitude so. An attitude that does not want to give up, does not want to admit his mistakes, instead accusing his heavy goods. Hello, everyone knows the stuff we lift is heavy.

However, if you are careful. That's not gonna happen. “Already, it's okay that the important cupboard has been loaded into the car carrying this item and no part of it is damaged,” said I do not want to argue with him. I relented, knowing women's attitudes might be so.

I got in the car first, drove of course. Not as a driver, but as a hero crossing the streets, helping the woman who now sits by my side.

We both finally set off, the freight car drove away from where we worked.

So bored. The journey across the city to the countryside feels quite far away. My hand is playing the music button. On the way to that place, my favorite song always accompanied me. Songs by one of the famous band.

Wapta shriveled at me. “Let's go, bosen the song mulu,” snapped Wapta moves quickly twirling the music button.

“Eh ... no other songs, yes?” wapta is still playing the music button. He doesn't know, I've put my memory in it the album of my favorite song. From the same band.

“Anaan anyway, Wapta .. I, 'would be a loyal fan. So, naturally if there is no other music,” said I firmly stop the hand of Wapta who was playing music. Wapta looked annoyed. Iunderstood it.

“If you don't like it, fine I just turn off the song,” I continued quickly turn off the music. Well, quiet right? Leave the sound of the engine and the roar of the wind outside the window of the car.

This journey is starting to feel boring to me. Naturally, many of my co-workers did not want to travel with Wapta. They are always looking for excuses, I am the one who will be appointed when there are ordered goods delivered and traveling with Wapta.

I accepted this job sincerely because I knew the labors of someone who sought life. At this young age, even the youngest among all my co-workers. I am always grateful to have a partner like anything.

“What do you think, Nar?” tanya Wapta looked at me. He indirectly broke my daydream.

“Emang why? If I'm angry, you're scared, yes?” Looks like this Wapta looks looking for cause of quarrel. I'm sick of him. I want to scream for help.

“No, just cringe.” I focused forward, looking at the streets of the city. Suddenly Wapta hit right in my head.

“Aduh.. sick tau!” I said while rubbing the head that had been hit.

“Rasain, is it good?”

Wapta rants are just thrown away. I really wanted to get back at him, really wanted to hit him, but had to put up with the emotion. I'm quite fond of it, muddling nonstop, giving it entertainment so that it doesn't feel the way we hear through information is true, walking this road is so difficult because the road is steep. The streets are uneven and full of holes.

Our car was wobbling, like a boat in the waves. I relaxed peacefully gazing towards the front, in contrast to the Wapta who seemed to be unfamiliar.

Shocks in the car, made him vomit, while I who saw the condition of Wapta like that even laughed loosely. Chapped. Haha, feel it's retaliation for laughing at me.

“You are evil nar, this friend even mengetawain.” Wapta made me laugh louder and louder. I'm not evil, just imagined the revenge earlier.

“Wapta. I'm sorry, I can't help but laugh at seeing you like that, somehow making me laugh?” I really can't understand why I'm laughing.

“Stop, I want to say dizzy first.”

Wapta told me to stop the car. Yeah, nevermind. Stopping for a moment is no problem. I understand it enough. It's like seasickness, my friend back when she was at sea told me about vomiting with yellow liquid. The body may not be used to it. I just love listening to other people tell stories, I love it.

But Wapta is not that kind of person. He didn't even want to tell it. That's him who doesn't like to listen, also tells something.

We stopped, took a rest. Honestly, this moment before my eyes unfolds green nature, a panoramic view of the beauty of the universe. A nice view was seen around where we stopped.

A stretch of green forest, there was also the sound of birds chirping melodiously, screeching in the air. The sky seemed bright bluish and cloudy white, the wind seemed to touch the body with cold air full of cool, this is the countryside away from the pollution of vehicle smoke.

A beautiful and natural countryside. Not an artificial sweetener, but something peaceful and full of authenticity.

Mirisnya, the streets of this area are less noticed by the government, maybe because the place is remote, rarely passed by people. That's what's the reason.

“How is Wapta delicious, 'is the weather here? If only there was a snack, yes?” I like snacking on chips while walking around looking at the scenery around. It was a custom once, when there was a sightseeing event to the mountain.

The wapta did not answer. He walked to the car. “Already, we just continue this journey, my head has lost his dizziness,” replied Wapta when he opened the car door.

“Okayah ... yuk, leaving!” I said the spirit approached Wapta who was already in the car. Finally, without being asked, he himself asked for it. Honestly, I want to get back to work. It's exhausting.

We also continued our journey. The car drove slowly. The road is complicated with holes everywhere that cause jolts, hitting the tires of our cars. The description at the beginning, as I said our car is like a ship that was hit by the waves. Crashed.

Wapta pointed towards the front, it turned out that there was a fairly large hole.

“Be careful car tyre, Nar! Later we will be stuck to the hole.”

In the end, it was true that the tires of our car were mired into the hole. Wapta was late to tell. We stopped again, unexpectedly long hours in that place back and forth running no muddle, time that did not want to be thrown away, finally wasted because of the hole.

We tried our hardest, but we were both not enough to get the car out.

It felt really tiring, we both took a break, clearing our minds.

Shortly after, I heard the sound of a two-wheeled vehicle passing by. So I asked that man for help. Thank goodness that man helped us.

With effort and patience, the car finally made it out of the hole. Wapta looked to be cheering loudly. I let out a sigh of relief.

The three of us were exhausted, arranging for a moment of breathing. The man continued to board his vehicle.

I quickly approached. “Thank you, Sir. Already want to help us,” I said thank you while shaking hands.

“Iya. Equally,” replied the person whom I do not know whose name.

The man then left again, saying he hurriedly wanted to meet his son. He said, The man has not been home for a long time. Naturally, maybe now he misses his son, so he rushed impatiently so, of all that happened, I forgot to ask what his name was?

***

We both went back on the road that had stopped. With my previous experience, I understand and understand.

“This time be careful nar, right from the beginning I warned!” wapta nagged. Without even being told I already knew, he alone warned even too late.

“Emang what do you think is easy? I'm not used to this road, Wapta. Don't blame me!” my answer is self-defense. Don't want to give up.

“Yes, you are right. But if you are careful the incident will definitely not happen!” continued Wapta with his chatter.

Suddenly ....

“Pretttttt ...” I stepped on the brake suddenly. Little elus chest. Gosh gosh? Surprised me for being busy talking to Wapta.

In fact, the Wapta who had been giving advice only, not realizing there was a big wood blocking our journey, had to go down to get rid of it.

A tree is like a broken tree. Uh, there was a cry heard from a distance. I heard clearly asking in wonder, looking around, it turned out that it was just a goat sandwiched in a rock ....

Gosh gosh?

With all the energy I had, I helped the goat. “Any too, why in the mountains like this is a goat?” I saw the scenery around. The atmosphere at that moment seemed silent, there was no one. There was also no house in sight, likely the goat was lost. Poor thing, you're goat free, go back to reaching for a dream far away.

***

Thankfully, we had reached the village in question, now this step was making our way to a house. This time, it was completely unexpected that the address of the house turned out to be the address of the person who had helped us.

Coincidentally we were surprised, it turned out that this was the item his son ordered to surprise the person who had helped us. I didn't think that man was his father.

It's a surprise on top of a surprise. He's the one who helped us, his son prepared a surprise for him, we both indirectly felt his surprise. Incredibly, destiny in the world is complicated, meetings and partings.

Indeed, in this world there are many things that I met by chance, maybe it was not just a coincidence, but it could also be destiny. I don't know why that happened? Some called the world narrow, after I discovered this event, I knew a little about the words I heard a lot from people.

“Come, please enter our home first.” The man greeted with a friendly smile. The plastic wrapped item was slowly opened by his son. I stared from a distance still chatting with them. The wapta signals to go home quickly. I glanced at him briefly understanding without asking.

“Sorry, sir. We can not be afraid for long the boss thinks there is nothing, because we do not bring the phone.” I'm making up excuses. Wapta nodded, understanding my way.

“We have a mobile phone, why don't you call your boss and tell him that you're staying here first.” He was friendly, even too friendly for me. He asked us to spend the night.

I'm thinking harder to find a reason to make sense. For a moment I thought. Eh, even what is imagined now is the figure of the boss who looks angry.

So spooky. Moreover, our boss was ferociously amazing, his face alone made me shake my head. It seems like it's suitable as an excuse. In fact, not imagining anything else. The boss seemed to come with a terrifying figure.

“Iya. Thank you for the offer, once again thank you, but it seems we chose to leave, because our boss was fiercely extraordinary. More fierce than tiger.” I said it respectfully and smiled humorously.

They laugh, I don't know. Funny or not. I was clear that I was free from their invitation to stay overnight.

They agreed. We say goodbye, shake hands with each other. In distance. Right in the car, I looked at them waving their hands.

“Alright, be careful on the road, yes ...”

That's his son's voice. The same guy says so. Of course, with a different voice. We also returned a wave. Smiling at them. I stepped on the gas pedal. Our car drove back from the place. In this heart, I cheered happily. The reason I gave you wasn't a bad impression.

Mercifully. It was the best impression I wanted to keep looking for, I applied throughout life. I'm a young man who knows very well what is good and bad. Can distinguish the two.

The most important thing for me is to respect others. May I continue to honor everyone without leaving an ugly trace that makes them sad for my bad behavior.