Recycling

My real life need not be discussed

Yeah, well, that's what happened to me, I know things sometimes seem weird, but I shouldn't complain because it's for what? To release this pent-up sense to people. I don't want it to be like that, it's life.

My life is not just about love alone, but there are many layers like multi-storey cakes, have many flavors that you need to know with a caramel layer that is like the icy mountains at the north pole.

Maybe this is just a story that has gone before. That's my enemy, named Riya. From the name you already know the character who likes to show off and forget themselves, boast of the advantages and bring up the advantages. Showing off is something you can't.

Actually I do not like the character of such a person, Riya was a neighbor with me, but since moving house. Thankfully, now I know my decision to move was good.

“I really don't like that,” grumbled me shrouding my body in a shitty nighttime atmosphere. Again I remember a person I don't want to remember.

The flashback that occurred considering the events that have long passed, Riya and I were first close friends during elementary school. When high school was where I saw him he started to turn out to be arrogant, show-off and so on.

Nevertheless, I really want him to return to being an ordinary person without being arrogant and showing off. I take a breath, how is it going? I don't know and I don't want to know.

***

The next morning, the neighbor's chickens were noisy. I woke up at three o'clock in the morning, it really sucks for me.

I say annoyed after all, do not take it for granted. Not the same person, but in front of a mirror.

Living in urban areas, who would have thought anyone had chickens, noisily in the dark atmosphere of the night is still gripping, without sunlight that illuminates life. “Oh, neighbor ... had a chicken stuffed into his mouth cake,” I muttered in my heart while grumbling in annoyance.

I have to be patient, however and whatever, no longer need to cite annoyance, actually I do not want to be reduced energy because berkoko is upset longer.

Yeah, even though it was three in the morning. Uh, early morning means that I know, but for me three o'clock it was like night. I usually wake up at four, less than an hour.

That is, living alone must wake up early. There are a lot of activities waiting for me.

My activities during waking up at that time were bathing, washing clothes, cleaning the house, preparing breakfast, washing dishes, then eating and then going to work.

Except for holidays. I prefer to watch television accompanied by a typical snack of my favorite that always accompany every television watching, that's an almost routine activity every day I do.

However, because it was still three in the morning, I did not want to get away from this soft mattress, the atmosphere this morning felt cold to make my body shiver.

For a moment I took a piece of the handset strap to remove the noise of the chicken, then pulled the blanket to warm the body that was cold.

“Ah .. comfortable once it feels,” my mumbling inside while clamoring. The song I heard was also good, it felt good to be heard in the atmosphere now.

The life of an orphan like me is not much like a single person, but the life of myself is not jomlo ngenes, like the fate of some guys out there. Ah .. how sorry are the people in this world.

Unless I am an independent person with all the strength I have, as long as I have the breath to work, the days I live are not in vain, five hundred thousand is enough for me to guarantee survival, even for a month with electricity bills, as well as internet connectivity.

The rest I always save in a bank account, if there is a need later I will use, especially for the cost of getting married later. That's the short term for a future that is expected to be beautiful.

For a person who lives alone like me without a father and mother, I think I understand how important it is to save, moreover there are many things in this world that sometimes come suddenly like a surprise.

What was originally wanted was used for other things, but if there was money stored, it was easy when there was a need to be used.

I also have a flower pot I put in the yard. A beautiful looking flower is watered every morning.

I love red roses because red is my favorite color.

In between holidays, sometimes I go to the gym to exercise or to the park to do morning jogging with the aim of burning calories. Like today is a holiday, I have the desire to go to the park and do a healthy morning jog.

After I finished my daily routine, I went to the park on foot. Actually, I feel good this way, feeling how cool the morning air is. Really a comfortable morning atmosphere, fresh air, also quiet from the crowd.

***

After seven o'clock in the morning. I stopped jogging, then decided to go back home, watch television and sit back with a radiant face. The comfort of life is like this, free and peaceful.

Shortly after that I fell asleep, when I woke up it was night, very quickly time passed as if only an hour ago I went to the park.

Again, I was upset that I couldn't sleep that night. Probably because I fell asleep earlier this afternoon, there was no sleepiness at all.

In that bed. I went back and forth left right. Finally decided let me not think, why think about it? Not important. I better open a laptop to browse here and there, looking for information, the intention is only to spend time while learning the subject matter, but instead ....

I went to an article about Kuntilanak. A quiet night, there is a feeling of goosebumps that make my feathers stand up. I read the writing slowly, the feeling also appeared as if the kuntilanak was near me, then I closed the laptop, fled to the mattress, then covered myself with a blanket.

“Shaking, lest the kuntilanak be next to me,” muttered me while looking left right. After I look and I look around, the creeps are getting felt.

“Gosh, I'm sorry why I chose to open the laptop, mendingan I watch television,” said I moved from the mattress trying to fight the fear I felt, I felt, while carrying a pillow that I put on the face so that the kuntilanak does not recognize me, I approached the television. Watching at midnight is thank goodness there is a funny talk show that entertains.

At dawn, the night was short. I never realized I was asleep again because of the television. When morning came, I woke up tired like a marathon runner, but it was okay to see this morning as if greeting myself with a warm smile.

“Hoammm .. it's morning,” I said as I blinked, rubbed my eyes.

At that time how surprised I was when I saw the wall clock that showed seven o'clock in the morning. I have to hurry, but I don't have to bother relaxing. I just need to get used to the new life.

Meanwhile, for some reason this morning my heart rate continues to churn ....