Recycling

About the heart of the fire of silence

The journey home is like coming. We are on the same path, there is no other way.

The road like that makes us unable to plunge the gas quickly, the shock and also the jolt makes the trip feel uncomfortable.

I was careful in driving, running the car with the gas pedal I was holding and the speed of racing drove slowly. In my mind, it paints a dilemma that never ends.

Just outside the windshield of the car looks like the sun is starting to set. Look, there twilight is beautiful. On the roof of the sky yellowed down the road. I've been through it every day before night, in the twilight that I'm staring at right now.

I always looked at her, the twilight as if accompanying myself with its beautiful light.

Where the mountain showed itself faintly along with a light that was slightly dimmed from being covered by cloud particles, I frowned in deep tranquility, merely passing through the bounds of the mind that were soaring, hoping to find a treasure. Either it contained jewels or a glimpse of a smile.

Treasures neatly stored in the heart. A word of love may be, eternal forever in there(heart).

”Do you know, dusk is like you who can never reach with my finger.” I murmured inwardly looking towards Wapta. It was him that I loved all this time, but all that I buried in my soul, so neatly buried.

I don't want to say it. Now, I always show him a squeaky attitude. Lately, I have even fought a lot, even though the problem is not big. Just, small form.

I did love him from the first sight, but it was as if he could not be reached by millions of longings, millions of words. I have often spelled letters per sentence carefully and peacefully.

I have often forgotten to turn off the alarm feeling that is getting deeper into the taste buds. O beloved, I want to tell you one of the deepest things I have never found, one of the most superficial things in the right corner that you seem to fall apart.

Forgive this writing that is written randomly by combining all the elements of feeling in the soul. In the same soul, love and continue to love you. Believe me, this is sincere, sincere truth, as sincere as I never reveal to others.

Now, you and I stare into the car window, staring at the twilight that looks so fixed. Right now, to be honest I was holding back the throbbing pain in my chest, taking a sip, I was holding back the long-standing love, holding back the sense of uncovering it.

Can there be no regret for knowing you? Can this love in the heart not exist? This is a mirage. Right, huh? The scream of pain from earlier pierced the heart as if a sharp piercing sword. I don't know how long I've been staring at that orange sky, this thought of flying everywhere.

It was as if I was making a statement in my mind. Whatever is now seen, about this, is all the same, a pigeon flapping its wings, flying through the fields, penetrating the sidelines of longing among the whirring of the wind, then flying leaving behind a trail of memories.

Some question marks I didn't find the answer to, I don't know what? and why can't I spell it? only trust and positivity I have now.

Looking at a pseudo-shadow that appears to be just an illusion, disrupting the mind and heart.

Behind that love and longing, although honestly there is sadness, but I don't want to remember. Disappear. Disappear with the drowning of that twilight.

“Ah! shit ... daritadi I keep raving obscure.” I snapped in my heart. Wapta did not know during the trip, millions of love words strung just like rain grains fell hard to touch the ground.

Through these various road obstacles, it does not feel like night comes with a round that I think is fast. Dusk has gone, night changed.

The dark atmosphere enveloped our journey through the streets with a soothing touch of the night wind. “Where is this? We must have scolded Big Boss!” Wapta looks worried. He was also panicking with an ungrateful expression. Naturally, at that time what was reflected in my mind was the same. The terrifying Big Boss' face glared at him with a ferocious look.

I tried to calm Wapta down, actually also calm myself down. I've tried my best to step on the gas pedal quickly, but what power capacity and road does not support.

“Ouch! god damnit. This road is so difficult to pass at night.” my mummy biting lips, hit the steering wheel of the car. The road is steep and potholed. I don't drive the gas pedal as I like.

Patience is important, that's what I imagine. Without thinking about anything else. Right now, what I need is patience, it can't be forced.

I sighed as if I wanted to scream, after two hours had passed, finally our freight car passed through the difficult times. The road ahead is straight and smooth.

Smooth road, smooth added quiet atmosphere from downstream vehicle, no obstacles, make me step on the accelerator at full speed, the car drove as fast as the wind.

“Pelan-pelan only nar, later danger!” said Wapta who I thought she was scared while patting my right shoulder. I looked, nodded.

“Good ...” Slowly, I lowered the gas pedal of the car. The car was traveling at normal speed.

Since it was night, I sent the Wapta to his house. The problem with the big boss is later. That's the one who's the biggest problem for me.

“Why did you send me home? we don't meet the boss first?” ask Wapta to me. I smiled trying to laugh. The result he laughed.

“Do not laugh. Later, tomorrow we'll see him, it's late at night. He must have slept well, kuala was still sleeping at night.” I forbid him to laugh, but I laugh even louder. Haha. Kuala, shit.

We also went home to each other. I lived alone in the house, my parents long gone to face the Almighty, the silence of the night I used to pass by in solitude.

It felt a little lonely, but because I was used to it, I was not lonely anymore, although sometimes the feeling came to haunt me.

When I got home, I rushed towards the bed to sleep, hoping that tomorrow was the day I was waiting to tell Big Boss all sorts of excuses.

Either that reason would be accepted or rejected by Big Boss. Not sure, but the curiosity made my sleep disturbed, somehow I became difficult to shut up.

I got out of bed, headed to the kitchen, I took a glass to drink warm milk which he said could produce drowsiness.

Not long after, it turned out that it was true, finally I slowly began to sleepy. I went to bed and fell asleep.