Recycling

A Notepad that is not important

At this hotel, I expressed a bit of disappointment. About the writing that has passed through a variety of simple events with no length, without much else that vaulted. Whether it is clear or not. During the writing period, there are many things that I remember, but writing is a daily hobby.

Behind a simple smile, it turned out that there were two pairs of delirious eyes, calling something that clearly had nothing to do with any of this. A piece of writing, an unimportant note, this is a bit of a hassle.

I stopped writing things that I could hardly spell on my own, even stammering about solitude, passing time in messy writing, all of this I did as a place to spare, now it turned a little strange.

In this hotel room, I wrote an unimportant note, only a boast of annoyance, and all the loose ends that came from the emptiness of the mind.

When the clock strikes midnight, I write accompanied by a small lamp as a light. Slightly dim and soothing.

Time passed, it felt a little quick. From night until morning the note was finished in 20 sheets of written paper.

After all that, I went back to sleep leaving behind all the written notes. At first glance, the curhatan shaped like a glass of cup, I put a note on the table.

At that time, I was fast asleep, not caring about anything, but soon I woke up to dream that Mother was holding me, saying her message to me.

I rushed to Wapta to take him to find Grandpa's address.

We both kept looking for addresses. Although, do not recognize where the exact address.

Wapta was busy asking people, he was good at Thai, while I was silent because I could not speak the language.

Fortunately, before long, there were travelers from the European Continent, the white-skinned bule face was buying food.

I approached, questioning the address, and explained that he had just passed the address.

I listened to the explanation of the bule, while Wapta was the same as me, he also listened to it.

Through the words he said, we both went to that place.

Until we got to a store that was not so crowded. The store was quite large, but very few buyers came to buy goods in the store, because maybe the mattress seller and also various pillows are not so popular market.

Somehow the old man seemed to recognize my face, he stroked slowly. I'm amazed.

Before long, the grandfather immediately hugged me tightly, I felt even more astonishment.

"Do you recognize your grandfather, Nar? I think he's your grandfather" Wapta whispered in my ear, I'm still in his arms.

A little while later, the grandfather let go of his embrace and said, "Narak, you grew up to be the same handsome young boy as your father."

I was shocked to hear it, how not, he said it spontaneously. I don't know how he recognized me, even he speaks fluent Indonesian.

I'm even more surprised because it—he speaks Indonesian, even sounds fluent.

I breathe peacefully.

"Grandfather!" I hugged him back.

"Thank God, my grandfather can speak Indonesian."

Hearing my words, Grandfather laughed off his back while patting my shoulder softly.

"Doooh, Grandpa laughed instead, before coming here, I was desperately learning Thai, and until now, I couldn't—" I told Grandpa. He still seems to be laughing.

"Yes, already. After a long journey, you must be tired, grandfather will prepare a place to rest," replied Grandfather cutting my words.

Grandfather actually prepared a place for the both of us. I thought we were going to be escorted to his house and who would have thought Grandpa was going upstairs. Yeah, looks like he lives in this store.

From a distance, I guess that this store has four floors. Quickly, the possibility of the next floor is indeed the house and below it has been transformed into a shop. That's my guess, not sure.