Recycling

Charm White Elephant Part 02

... ⁇ (Khwam phenghidhadng da dike da dike dike rakab chei)...

...Disappointment comes uninvited....

Some of the food looked neatly arranged on our dining table, I devoured it quickly making Wapta wide-eyed look at me like that.

Actually, it was my habit a long time ago. Remember when Jazu gave me bread, I went straight to eat it until he said I was greedy, I just returned the weight more than a gasoline truck.

After we finished eating, we came out of the Railway Restaurant, actually for what lingered there, not important also I guess.

I let out a long sigh, either in the form of a complaint or what? I don't want to explain. It apparently makes Wapta look curious, “Why are you Nar? Your breath came out long like a train track,” asked Wapta at a glance with laughter that adorned his face.

“You lied about this place, not as it sounds, everything seems mediocre,” I said sighing because the journey from Bangkok to Hua Hin city and the beach was so far away.

Even so I know what it's like to travel around Bangkok to arrive in the city of Hua Hin, but it feels like there are things that make me uncomfortable, a long trip like this has no benefit.

“You want to go back Nar? Are you mad at me?”

Wapta's question I didn't answer. I'm lazy to answer the statement that if I think clearly I want to go home. I don't want to talk about it any longer.

Beside me Wapta seemed to keep fishing so that I could talk in various ways. The pity of the way he did failed.

Finally I spoke up and decided to just go home to Gaam Hotel, where we were staying, Wapta seemed to feel guilty for the day that disappointed me.

It's actually easy. If he wanted to apologize, of course I would forgive him, but that's how stubborn Wapta is.

On the way home. Damn, Wapta kept saying about the scenery around me that honestly made these lips itchy want to say the same thing.

I had to hold my talk so that Wapta would know the disappointment I was feeling.

I ignored him, even though Wapta repeatedly elbowed my arm. I prefer to sit still with my eyes straight ahead.

I admit in Thailand this country has many interesting places, but the disappointment that comes to me makes everything feel no taste, no more desire with all that.

We went to Gaam Hotel, and I rushed into the room, leaving Wapta alone. I was disappointed that I didn't want to explain.

***

The day that disappointed me was over, but we were both still locked away from each other. I couldn't look directly at him and meet him. A moment to breathe.

I didn't want to meet the Wapta who had disappointed me, but why didn't he come to me to apologize, was he afraid of being guilty of everything.

Whether the two of us are both locked up, each does not want to meet, it could be. I just thought I should be the one apologizing.

I continued to sigh for the umpteenth time, for a moment of contemplation it turned out that now I realized I was the wrong one. Is it possible that Wapta also feels guilty, maybe it's time we introspect each other.

I bowed with a pen in my hand. Not wanting to be silent in the blink of an eye. I kept writing there, pouring out the feelings I was currently feeling.

I don't know what Wapta felt, I should have apologized.

Tok ... tok ....

There was a knock on the door of the room, I woke up from my daydream, whether it was Wapta or someone else knocking on him.

I was wondering who was knocking on the door. I tried to sigh, ventured to open the door, I felt nervous mixed with fear, all of it seemed to envelop all the feelings in my soul.

With a definite step, I set foot to open the door of the room, when the door opened, a woman appeared to wear a yellow T-shirt and knit neatly tied. He stood in front of me, smiling. Yes, that woman is Wapta.

He immediately said his apology to me while bowing his face, you might feel guilty. I understand, Wapta this is not your fault, but mine.

“Hehe, it should be me who apologized to you, sorry before already ignored you, honestly during the trip there I enjoyed it, the backup was good.”

I try to show my most beautiful smile. Wapta blabbed happily, I heard a scratching of the head.

“Oh yes, before we go home, yesterday I bought something for you, Nar.”

“Something!? What is it?” I replied curious, actually what Wapta meant by that thing. Obviously, I don't know.

Turns out Wapta gave me a white elephant-shaped keychain, a golden circle on the end.

I accepted the keychain he gave me, thanked him with all my feelings.

I honestly liked the keychain he had given me. Wapta seemed to be cheering me on knowing I liked key chains.

Smile on Wapta's lips. The thing I loved about Wapta was her beautiful smile.

Surprisingly, Wapta's smile unconsciously made me misbehave. “After a while, I'm going to sleep. Hehe, it's sleepy.” I quickly closed the room.

Not yet Wapta spoke, the door was closed quickly, maybe Wapta will be astonished. I don't know, I don't know. I don't want to remember it.

Inside the room, I looked at the strange-feeling keychain that was a little mixed up in annoyance and liking.

A strange feeling that made my heart beat successfully. My mind seems to flowery, obviously this is strange. I'm not a woman, it's just about how everyone feels different.

In this world I know enough about feelings. People who talk about it are sometimes said to be alay or lebay.

I once got that reproach from my friend. He was right I was alay and that was my attitude. If you want to know, my breath now seems to come out of the nasal cavity more comfortable than usual like empty hopping. Relieved and happy.

“Any!? What's with this feeling?” ask myself while looking at the keychain.

I put the keychain on a table not far from my bed.

I began to remember the events that have been missed, the charm of the white elephant country now holds many things, but I do not want to know, there are many charms in this world, he said, I don't want to see all the charms that make me tired.

Don't know why? A memory emerged while on the beach, when Wapta shouted using thai language it could not be lost from my mind.

It was still clear his words were as if they were sculpted in the mind of a mind that demanded I open a dictionary to find out.

I searched for that word for hours, but I never found it.

It's like a man looking for a ring in a mud pit, it's very difficult especially the vague memory of the word.

However, at that time because of my earnestness and tireless, I searched one by one the words with a meticulous attitude that in the end I managed to find the meaning of the word that now made me surprised.

It turns out that the word has a meaning like the word I Love You in English. Why I'm beating, this is weird. Why does Wapta say it, it means he's just like me? What's up with all this?

When he said it I didn't know it, maybe Wapta was just joking, especially when he laughed.

Now, I was just saying what I had heard, I didn't think about it, but never expected, the word again made me sleepless.

At that time I approached the table, opened the diary book. Then move the hand to pick up the polpen, continued writing in the book.

What has happened, let it happen just think of it as running water, I don't need to remember it, right now it takes me longer, more than anything to find grandfather.

I returned to fill this late night with a diary that I now write. Not in the form of a long description, only the breath implied meaning does not matter.