Recycling

The Third Network

Sometimes time is not felt. Now, we have entered the third story. I don't want to explain why this story has a chain. That's what will be his trademark. I know this is all just writing that I write by telling my own story, not someone else's. This is just my story.

The previous two networks have filled graffiti that seemed to have no clear plot, like my life I hope that from so many words that have been passed can give a beautiful impression.

I don't know what's on my mind right now, a poem or just a joke. Go to a place without end.

I put the diary on the bookshelf that looked neatly arranged from the various books I had read. I want to close the old sheet, try to start life happily without hesitation to open a new sheet.

The story I always read, I always enjoy with a sense that is matchless like a moon that shines brightly.

Surely everyone, the feeling of indecision had struck at my young age now, at this young age of adolescence, I had completely lost the direction of the goal to step in, she said, to continue to live a life that a little bit of my inability to tell about this story back.

That day after the only friend I had. He can understand my situation, even lead me to the right path, now he is no more.

My friend has gone before the Creator, there is actually a sense that cannot be spoken of just like that, a better sense is harbored for myself.

Now I'm really alone, day after day I pass with a note filled with graffiti. The meaningless ink lines I could trace, they were all gone.

Droplets upon drops of my tears were broken in the silent nights, after which tears filled the surroundings of the place, inundating the ceramic floor, the dams of my tears coming from my eyelids broke apart without my desire, the tears fell with their own will.

It's all just a matter of time.

Time is long, but the feeling of giving up. Why come now? I can't answer it, I'm weak I can't deny this.

Behind the window of the room, I stared at the surrounding situation that looked silent no sound was heard. It made my heart flutter, my heart beat fast, for some reason a sense of emptiness, and a restlessness I couldn't explain.

Seventeen years had passed, only now did a bitter feeling come my way, this disturbed me so much. I stared blankly out the window.

My life is only limited to the ability, relying on the business capital that I continue to do to support myself.

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Night

The beauty of that night accompanied me with sadness that struck the feeling, I clearly felt the pain. I could only look up, staring at the cluster of stars that lined up neatly with twinkling rays and the moon that seemed to be rounded with its light.

I wipe my tears for the umpteenth time to make a sense that never ends, I hope tomorrow morning is a day that I can find a happiness, also a friend who is able to create a smile.

“Krik ... krik ..” Cricket rings. I heard clearly with a completely hollow feeling. A moment of wiping away the tears, slamming my face into the palm of my hand.

I approached the bed, breaking my body down to sleep by closing my eyes.

....Timetravel....

I opened my eyes, standing alone in the darkness. I was confused now where, my surroundings gradually radiated white light, which was dark, now the situation looked white around me without anything, without anyone. I'm in an empty realm, what is this really?

Is this a flashback that shows me in the subconscious, what I am now back to that time, is impossible, I am still seventeen years old. I stared clearly at these two hands for a moment to feel the face.

I heard voices as if calling myself, and I heard the cry of a little baby, the two voices were mixed, I was confused who? Who'sis that?

Where am I? I don't know now, anyone tolooong ....

Suddenly came a white light covering my view, a glare at all. That's when I stare at a crying baby on a woman's lap.

Is that mom? That me?

I stared at the shadows before my eyes, what exactly is this flashback from my birth, I was still confused not to understand. It looks like it's the father and it's the mother.

It's a hospital, I know right now it's not wrong anymore, it's dad and it's mom.

The voice of the person who called me earlier turned out to be father, mother also seemed to smile. I was the only one crying in my father's arms, watching him rub my face, smiling at me.

Mom was in bed. It looks like this is the hospital, where my mother gave birth to me. Look, dad gave me to Mom, now he's holding me.

Mom, I'm here staring at you. Can you hear it. Mom, I'm here. It seems free he won't hear it.

“Honey, look. Our son was born a boy.” My mom still calls me, doesn't she know all this time? What do you know now?

I saw my father showing a happy expression, he hugged me gently with my mother.

“What should we name, yes?” Father softly stroked my head.

“Narak, I want to give his name with the name Narak,” said mom looked happy looking at dad.

“Good name for her cute face,” said the father I heard. I saw him say it while gently pinched my nose.

it comes from the Thai language which means cute. Turns out mom gave Narak's name all there was a reason. He explained to his father, the name comes from the language thai ⁇ which means cute. After a long time, I just found out that my mother was from Thailand who accidentally met a man from Indonesia who is now my father.

In this world indeed no one knows the destiny of love meet, a woman was my mother who came from Thailand, she married my father a young man who came from Indonesia.

The white light that enveloped my surroundings gradually faded away, now slowly disappearing, leaving behind a trail of memories I clearly saw. “Mother, father,” I said tried to reach both, but the flashback had vanished completely. My eyes were heating up as if I wanted to cry out, I wiped them slowly.

At that time I was seven years old, I knew very well that event, the death of my beloved father. Because the death of my father used to be a depression, the death that brought news of grief seemed too deep, suffered a lot for my mother, even I at the age of seven felt the pain felt by my mother.

Not long after the death of the father, the mother gradually suffered pain and breathed her last.

At that moment I clearly saw it, clearly piercing my deepest heart. Now, a flashback displaying all of that in front of me again, I stare clearly at each mother's turbulent feelings. Now, I understand why mom is sick. I know it hurts mom, even I'm the same.

Before that I never knew it turned out that mom left a letter. Right now, I'm clearly staring at the flashback light showing it to me. Behold, mother wrote muttering; “Hopefully this letter is read by her when she grows up later.”

Mom, I hear you. I heard what you said. I'm here staring at you.

It seems my voice is not heard. I see, Mom was crying by the letter. This flashback clearly shows me where mom put the letter.

I stared at her slowly the white light disappeared, the shadow of the mother also lost everything. I woke up with tears. With a painful feeling I slowly rubbed my eyes. Not lingering I hastened quickly to the place where mother put the letter.

With a nervous feeling of sighing, was the whole thing I just looked at all true or was it just my mind that was in a mess and created a pseudo-shadow? I don't know, even my hands are shaking to open it.

I opened the drawer slowly, as the drawer opened there was a box. I took it, opened it.

When opening the box, the letter was still intact with a smell that was so fragrant I kissed. In the box was also a piece of jewelry belonging to my mother.

The jewels were so many, but I ignored them, all I wanted was to see the contents of a letter that was now in front of my sight.

I began to unfold the letter, when it was open it looked like the writing had changed color seemed to fade.

It is likely that this letter has been in this box for too long, not just a year or two, but ten years in it. Indeed, that was the case when mother left the world, she wrote it exactly one day before her death.

Mom, I found it. Through a miracle that appears, I can clearly see the events of your past.

Even though the writing seemed to be scanty, I could still read it, I stared for a moment, then slowly read it;

My dear child, this mother's age will not be long, mother will soon be following your father. When you find this piece of mail, I hope you use all the jewelry you're looking at to meet your grandfather in Thailand. Forgive me for not being able to accompany you again, when you meet Grandpa convey warm greetings mother for him.

I have finished reading the letter now, and it also contains the address of the house, where my grandfather lived.

Somehow? It's possible that grandfather didn't know the news of my mother's death so he never visited me, I don't know. At first glance, it was a long time ago, but why do I know now. Honestly, at that time the previous feeling seemed to begin to get a meeting point, like fate wanted to send me to a new country.

Now I sighed, pondered for a moment, how could I possibly go there, while there was no ability alias I could not speak Thai. I can't.

“This feels very heavy, I also do not know the state of the area there,” muttered me in the heart with a mind that continues to wander everywhere, he said, the mind is working to find a solution to this heavy thing.

It flashed through my mind now a female figure who used to be with me, I remembered it. She's the woman. Yes, that woman is Wapta.

Wapta once said; he mastered three languages one of which is thai.

When I remember it, I took the phone that I had put in the closet for a long time. I have to ask him for help.

I rushed to check the Wapta number, before I had changed cards, apparently Wapta number is still there, stored neatly in the memory of the phone.

My previous number, the one I threw away. If I call him with this number it's clear he won't recognize him, I have to brave him for good and ask for help.

I called him, almost a month, no news at all, only this time I showed up asking for help.

Was Wapta not angry during my disappearance, honestly all this I did for my mother. No other reason, Wapta. Deep down my heart still loves you, but the sense of it has been buried far and wide.

Whether Wapta would help me or not, I didn't think about it, I reflexively realized that I had contacted Wapta.

The hour hand shows at 00:28 midnight. Is Wapta gonna lift it? Gosh gosh? I really reflexed, when I was about to turn off the phone.

“Hallo, who is this, yes?” Exactly that voice connected and made me flutter.

“This, I am Narak, a friend who used to work with you.”

“Oh, Narak. How is nar? Long time no news? where did you say? where are you again?” As if questions were thrown away just like that from him.

“As for that we will discuss next time, will you help me?” I asked Wapta nervously.

“Iya, I want to. What do you need help from me?”

“Come with me to Thailand, you said, can you speak thai?”

“Alright, when is it?”

“Possibly saturday, we will be leaving there, I will send you my home address.”

“Good.” The word was pronounced Wapta. I ended with a greeting, then sent my home address.

Within a month, I harbored a longing that words could not explain, the same feeling every night haunted me, but was it true that all these feelings had been buried far away? I'm not sure Wapta.

Whether it is destiny or not. Why is it that the moment I want to forget the feeling I once harbored, now requires that between me and you be reunited.

Either this is the beginning of the old feelings of love that I harbor will bloom back or just ask for help to meet grandfather in Thailand there. I don't know.