Recycling

Fly across the horizon

Friday morning it was raining, dripping down on my present residence, it was raining very heavily.

I was silent, staring at the phone in my hand. At that time my mind wandered further and further, I read thai and some other interesting things from Thailand.

Google articles, as well as language applications become my reference in learning thai language, the language I will use later to talk to people there.

Honestly tired, do not understand also how to pronounce it. At that time I did not think there was such a complicated language, for me it was so complicated that I did not understand.

My head hurts, I hold it. Sometimes lying in bed imagining my new thai language.

The writing script of the thai language I tried to remember and studied carefully, I was never embarrassed also when I could not speak it, at that time I also called, then asked Wapta about the speech of the thai language.

Little by little, I learned the language, encouraging a sense that could not be anything. A person's language skills will be trained over time.

Because human beings are adapted to the environment. Study and practice will get brilliant results.

I know it's not as simple as others say, I can't even hope for more. Tired, drained of mind, thinking of something I will face and this I will deal with.

I never imagined my family would be Thai, especially my grandfather. He never visited me at all.

Whether later he will accept my arrival, I honestly still wonder with all the deep feelings that soar into the presence of the Almighty. I pray and pray for all kinds of lives.

A long-distance family relationship never even met, a granddaughter like me who never met her grandfather.

I don't know what grandfather looked like there, but this self-imagination imagines his face moving, many questions come to mind, I also want to question how Grandpa is there.

Why has Grandpa never visited me or contacted me at all, have they forgotten me?

Actually I have to forget for a moment about it, about all the things that are not good also if remembered can be chaotic thoughts. I don't really want to be an ungrateful person.

Even when reading a book, when there is a seminar the opportunity to meet the author. I took the time to thank you for the work that has accompanied me throughout my life.

Sometimes I wonder why I live? He the writer laughed first, continued to say live to live daily, live everything steadfastly. God never sleeps, prays and prays.

Sure enough, I must have a strong determination to meet grandfather there. I must try as much as I can, as sincerely as possible. I have always been sincere in loving someone.

For example, my love that I never said, the love that was buried deep. I love Wapta with sincerity which, if discussed, would eat millions of sheets of paper.

Apart from Friday prayers in the mosque. Arrive at home at about 14:55 p.m. At that time, I repeated the speech of the Thai language with so much passion, so the spirit of this self to learn the language. Language in which there is a wisdom named Aksara that is difficult to kuamasai.

I just did it all to meet Grandpa. It's okay, no matter how hard I have to keep learning, keep learning for the sake of meeting grandfather.

“Yes, why is it so difficult to learn this language, even writing it so hard, my hands almost tingling to learn this language,” I said in my mind while sitting writing the Thai script. A writing script that seemed to make my hands sprain.

For some it may be easy, but not for me it is even too difficult.

Time seems to run fast, dusk comes again. Behold, the window pierced by its light adorns my restless, disordered mood. This headache has hurt. Know, sick.

I shouted, “Aaaaah, what language is thisiii?” My hands hold my face, pen and paper I throw away. Shit, suck. Language is difficult, I can't. At that time I was completely overwhelmed with anger. Unsatisfied up there, I slammed the table with abilities I never imagined.

I don't care if the neighbor next to me hears it or not, I get angry. Headache, pain is already felt. After venting out my anger I breathed hard, trying to sigh.

Tok ... tok ....

The sound of knocking on the door made my anger muffle. I stroked his chest, trying to stretch it out for a while.

I open the door, “Iya, what's up?” fake smiles I deliberately use with warm greetings decorate my face which is actually filled with frustration because of the language I had learned.

My neighbor is a young man like me, just because of the limited cost I dropped out of school, while the neighbor next to me is a student who excels. He won a provincial writing competition.

I used to write just a hobby when I heard it. I felt like it, but I realized my writing was a mess. So, what for? To show people that I'm not good at writing, I really have to show people, later if there's another race. Look, I'll write in my own language style. Whether you like it or not is not a problem.

He was named Mandris, often called people by the nickname Ris.

“I should have asked, what's wrong with you? You're that screaming. In fact, there was a slamming sound. Kind of a crazy person who often makes me laugh.” He patted me repeatedly on the shoulder.

To me he seemed to be mocking, but I had to remain patient. All this time I had a hard time distinguishing between ridicule and joke, especially now my feelings are upset. Want me to poke.

“What!? you laugh, please. I don't forbid it, it's yours.”

“What's my neighbor? You seem restless, tell me that, who knows I can help you.”

It was down. “You know, there's nothing I can do, I want to give up.”

He held both my shoulders. “My face, you're such a shame, you're a young man just like me. Fight, do not mind all sorts, do not always fall by one state.”

Hearing what came out of his mouth suddenly I was surprised, reminding me of a friend who used to be with me. “You're right, I should be able to.”

“Iya, so. Smile, what you learn, go on. One thing you must remember, never stop, keep dreaming. My neighbor, we are a young man who should have determination and a burning spirit.” Mandris seemed to be firmly patting my right shoulder.

He continued to tell me about the nation's figures who are very meritorious in this country, you know Ir. Sukarno. He will say; “Give me a thousand parents, I will surely pluck them from their roots. Give me ten young men I will surely shake the world.” Not only that, his words that always stick in my mind are; “Learning without thinking is useless, but thinking without learning is very dangerous!”

“If the youth is 21-22 years old at all do not fight, do not aspire, do not intend for the homeland and nation, this young man is good to be shaved his head.” Those are sharp words from him, words that vibrate the heart. You fight, you have to aspire to be. Because the truth; “Thousand parents can dream, one young man can change the world.“ Listen, young people who aspire fully to the nature of the nation and the state.

“Thank you, my neighbor.”

I went back into the house with my face covered. Mandris also returned home.

I feel ashamed. “Gosh ... Right this is even so embarrassing, a young man like me just gave up. Ah, no, I can't give up, right I should be able to.” I clenched my hands in my chest. Strong and determined.

I was getting stronger, time didn't give me much. At that time I closed the dictionary of Thai language because time was dusk, at that time I also cleaned up the house because tomorrow Saturday is the day of my departure to the country of Thailand with Wapta who accompanied my trip.

Honestly, I'm really nervous. Has not seen Wapta for a long time, has not greeted him. I should how? The one thing on my mind right now is that I need to be strong, determined.

I stopped flailing from exhaustion. At that time, I decided to continue berberes house on tomorrow only, four in the morning as usual.

***

The morning was still dark with a cold atmosphere was heard knocking on the door outside the house. At that time I was awake preparing all the needs and everything I tried to tidy up.

For a moment I stopped, then opened the door of the house, seen in front of my eyes the figure of a woman in such neat clothes. He's standing in the doorway. “Revealed you, Wapta.” I'm appalled. He came too early.

“Yes, it's me. You still recognize me apparently.”

“Already, you came too early, Wapta.”

“I don't want to be late, so come early in the morning here, it's okay, right?” ask the wapta with a smile that adorns her face. My daughter was trembling nervously, but I tried to maximize myself, looking at her with a smile.

“Iya, please come in. But I'm sorry I'm busy cleaning up the house so you just sit on that couch.” I pointed at the sofa.

“No, I'll help you clean up the house.”

“Eh? You're my guest, don't you know the guest's word is king. You sit down, don't come help me.” I said a simple reason, I honestly don't want to trouble Wapta.

“Alright, now I command you to sit down, let me clean up the house,” replied Wapta as if turning things around. He is stubborn.

I had to make the most of myself when I met him, but I honestly liked that kind of woman.

I was silent, unable to answer. Wapta smiled sweetly, as sweet as honey that many people liked. “Already, you just sit down, later I'll clean up the house, it's easy because it's a woman's activity and I'm a woman. You should know it.”

“No, I don't want to trouble you, this also includes my daily activities that no one else can represent.”

“Alright, apparently you stay the way you used to be, stubborn,” taunted Wapta with a face I saw was ridiculous. It's good, isn't he who has been stubborn all this time, why accuse me. Just-there's.

“You're the same, stubborn.” I replied to the greeting attack with the same attack, but in the end Wapta still helped me, his argument was stronger. My time is said to be like a woman he met at a crossroads that day aka a sissy.

Gosh gosh? I'm holding the jidat. He casually said that, I can no longer prevent it. We both cleaned the house. At six o'clock in the morning, the activity was all done.

Mercifully. We both rested for a moment, sighing tiredly. Before long, Wapta arranged the food at the table, after finishing we both continued to eat filling the stomach so that this body is energized to travel that may not be a little time passed.

After the meal and all the preparations were done. We headed to the airport to fly to Thailand. Flying without wings, we were in short flight.

I'm not an alay. Don't ever mention me that, unless I'm honest. It was my first experience boarding a plane, my first experience going to a country that I somehow could, but by my side there was a Wapta accompanying this journey, he said, I only hope in my mind now to be able to meet grandfather. On the way to the airport I daydreamed again for a few more times. This self is weak, unable to resist the imagination that comes.

When you arrive at the airport. We were both asked to check the ticket, as well as our personal data, after all that was over, we entered the departure gate.

While walking towards the gate, both palms of my hands came out sweaty. I'm clenching it hard. “What feeling is this? trembling, is this the first experience of boarding?” I muttered again with a feeling of fear. When I imagine flying is fun, but I'm afraid of accidents. I do not protest, honestly I am a person without the slightest experience of boarding a plane, anyone can insult me, that is their right.

My feeling was pale, maybe it had an impact on my facial expression, I needed a mirror. Want to see how my face looks now.

Wapta patted me on the shoulder, then said; “Not yet to go up, you already look pale, Nar.” Wapta laughs. Sure enough, it turned out that my face was pale, perhaps an expression appeared along with feeling. I don't deny that Wapta is right. Not yet boarded the plane, not yet flying it was trembling.

I just kept quiet, unable to say a word. Until that departure time arrives, all passengers are called to board the plane, we both look for seats that match the order in which they are on the ticket. The seat is set.

I got a sequence number sitting by the window, I could stare out from behind the glass window of the plane, next to my seat was a person in a black suit. From his face looks 35 years old or less, I am not good at judging age through the face.

Wapta was sitting apart from me, exactly he was sitting in the back. It made me uncomfortable, to be honest from the bottom of my heart. I wanted to sit with him, but it was a thousand times dear this plane ticket as if it did not give me a chance to sit with him.

The stewardess' voice began to sound, breaking my daydream. He gave safety and security instructions, implemented some rules.

The flight attendant, who looks beautiful and charming, tells how to put a seat belt on, turn off the phone, and if something goes wrong, she explains how to wear a safety buoy, as well as an oxygen mask. I silently listened.

Shortly after, the take-off plane flew up into the air. Instantly the heart was pounding erratically.

My feeling paled, wanting to spit out all my stomach contents, but I had to put up with it by closing my eyes. Who knows if that will help me. With a mind that I tried to calm down, at that time I imagined the rice fields, also the sound of a cow that read, “mOo-moO.” I did it to calm the feeling. I don't say much, I don't feel like I can say much more, and explain it to others in more detail, honestly that was my first experience.

After the plane takes off, fly straight in the air. I could sigh in relief, looking out the window of the plane.

Luckily I was sitting on the bench close to the window. Really, amazing. I stared at the white cloud that looked charming, as well as the expanse of earth that looked a little small.

Look, anyone can't be arrogant in this world, the expanse of the world that I imagined meteors would hit. This world will probably feel dark, at first glance when reflection comes to me.

Now I was flying across the horizon, not with wings, but I was carried by an engine that looked like a bird. Now I have literally flown over the horizon, the horizon being looked at horizontally, across the horizontal line of the earth's surface and the horizon.