Recycling

Man is as Strong as Steel

Today I went back to writing something in the diary, something that describes my mood.

From a close distance when I looked at him, there seemed to be something interesting from his appearance, his face looked like a beach atmosphere that was not so crowded.

Oh my God, did I mispronounce it that way, I really cannot draw a picture of you more deeply, just words, O Lita Aksima, is it okay for me to say that?

My mind said haphazardly while looking at the note I had written. Maybe the mistake happened when I met him who I was hypnotized so I didn't realize anything else, something that in his eyes pierced straight into the heart, all of that came from an eye that to me was deadly.

Like the face of Lita Aksima shining like the sun in the morning, the light penetrated through the leaves filled with morning dew drops and the accompanying cold.

I don't know, maybe he's like a snake. The snake that was very poisonous, without me knowing, I was already exposed by the splash of poison, my inner voice was struggling, now my mind continues to travel while imagining the figure of a woman named Lita Aksima.

How horrible!!!!

The exclamation mark that many were given to explain how terrifying it was, Lita Aksima dug through all the layers and walls of the deepest heartstrings.

I can't do anything about it. “This classic drama really doesn't like me!” I murmured in my heart to explore the day that there was no direction to this destination.

From where I am now above the mountains accompanied by thick trees. From a distance of 20 steps walking there was a child who was crying. I stared with a smile followed, then approached the little boy, asking why and what?

However, the little boy was still crying, even more his tears were breaking down to the ground, his hands covering the face of the grief-stricken wounds that I did not understand.

The cry of the little boy grew louder, forcing me to use both index fingers, covering both ear holes.

Shortly after, a woman came along, and it was her. Right, I never thought, it was him. Yes, she is Lita Aksima. Once again I met Lita Aksima, a slap from her smooth hand landing right on my right cheek.

I just kept quiet while holding the right cheek that had been slapped. “Gosh ... This woman is so scary,” I murmured in my heart.

While in my mind and mind at this time was filled with the desire to run away from the woman.

“You must be the one who made this little boy cry, you bastard! Shameless man!!” said Lita Aksima while hugging the little boy tightly.

I was stiffened by it, as if I had been exposed to a poison that left me unable to move, as well as speechless. Then the woman, Lita Aksima said to the little boy. “You are calm, yes here is me, you don't have to be afraid.” Then he pointed at me, then said, “Liat, that bad guy I slapped, so you don't have to be afraid anymore.”

I don't know what happened, the little boy seemed to smile hugging Lita Aksima while saying, “Actually I was lost, the man was not evil, I was just sad and couldn't stop crying.”

Hearing that, I saw Lita Aksima's face looked guilty. He was already so bad at me, even slapping straight without asking, without tolerance first.

Just this first time, I saw a Lita Aksima looking really awkward, clearly visible before me the look in her eyes that showed a misbehavior and guilt.

I laughed at Lita Aksima's awkwardness and misbehavior. “Why? What a wily, I'm right not wrong, right?” I said with a silly face.

Lita Aksima looked crooked with her face that looked flushed. “Ah .. Never mind, don't think about the problem. Btw, it has passed and all that is just a misunderstanding,” I said I intended to melt the atmosphere that was tense.

My words are like magic that makes Lita Aksima's attitude gradually change to normal as usual. Alias is not misbehaving and awkward anymore.

After the peace of the atmosphere, we both agreed to ask why he could get lost in the mountains, also ask where the last time he lost, as well as the place where the little boy might remember, we asked about the little boy in detail.

The little boy explained everything that had happened, his speech was so very skilled at such a small age, his tone was soft and tiny, he said, in the midst of the explanation he was talking about, a cute face began to show its form.

Lita Aksima I stared as if she was rustling and immediately pinched the cheek of the little boy. Lita Aksima was more and more looking gleeful to see the little boy angry and puffing his cheeks, seeing it looked Lita Aksima's face flushed red with a smile that they were beautiful. He punched the little boy's nose.

“Aduh ... what thoughts is that? I don't want to see!” I murmured in my heart while turning my face away from seeing something that made me a baper.

After Abis spoke with the little boy, the problem was clear and we sent the little boy back to his house with the address he had mentioned, where he lived under the mountains.

On the way the little boy was bored about to cry, making Lita Aksima seem to show an expression of confusion over it. He was trying to find a way, unfortunately he was confused himself.

However, I have a story that I am very sure of. With full confidence, I went forward with a smile that was plastered wide, as well as a face that was deliberately cubic to be ridiculous. Maybe it looks annoying.

I told a story about Man as Strong as Steel, with a soft tone, I said word for word, telling a story about a little boy who never gave up despite many obstacles in his life.

Man as strong as steel, it seemed like the title sounded strange, making the little boy wonder at me, and there came a question-and-answer side that seemed like I managed to make the boredom of the little boy disappear.

After the story was finished, we arrived at the place the little boy had mentioned, I knocked on the front door reluctantly, we waited for a while, we waited, then a moment later the scream of the old door accompanied the opening of the door.

The two elderly parents were standing in front of the entrance, immediately after seeing the child who had returned home safely, the two old men hugged her with a happy looking face accompanying the feeling like most people in general, they invited me and Lita Aksima to enter their house.

They served some dishes as a sign of their gratitude.

After eating and talking, Lita and I went and thanked them for the meal they had given.

***

At the end of my encounter with Lita Aksima, I gave a farewell greeting, a greeting that could not possibly reach her heart, it was spoken easily without turning away.

“Lita Aksima, I know the extent of blinking our eyes meet, parting with one word. When you look at me with the last look from you, the gaze that is able to make my hand scratch pen to paper in the form of graffiti that for me there is no meaning, only love and affection that gushed for you solely.”

While saying inside, I stared towards the horizon. The sun was seen slowly sinking to the west there, leaving a dazzling tinge of reddish orange light.

The twilight now enveloped the witness of the farewell between me and Lita Aksima.

In the evening, I say goodbye to the farmer, saying an infinite thank you because he was willing to accept me as his guest, even help, because he was willing to accept me as his guest, giving lodging and food with kindness that I looked at as an extraordinary gift in my life. For I have never known the attention of both parents, living in an orphanage.

The farmer kept me from traveling at night because the mountainous area of the road was so steep, fearing it would fall into the ravine.

Hearing that, I also decided to accept the opinion of the farmer. Decide on the time tomorrow morning depart, leave this village.

Somehow now, but I feel my feelings have improved, my sadness also seems to have disappeared. I don't know why Lita Aksima seems to be interfering with my mind. Loving her is a choice or even a trick. Ah, what's with all this, I'm really made to worry about the events I just went through.

My mind is still struggling.

The next morning, I set out to leave the village, a village located far above the mountains.

Leave memories through a drop of ink on ten sheets of paper notes about a tea leaf farmer, abundant natural resources, covering a tea leaf plantation that is so extensive accompanied by gold mining.

The mine is run by a woman named Lita Aksima.

All that has happened I write neatly in the diary. I don't want to forget the most beautiful moment of my life.