Recycling

The character of love in the scorching flames

The conversation between me and Grandpa had been going on for almost an hour.

After Grandpa stopped crying, we spent our time joking around happily.

Not long after that, came the old woman carrying cooking ingredients and items that seemed to fill plastic bags then approached us.

Grandfather explained that the old lady in front of me was Grandma, I was quite happy to hear that.

Grandma asked Grandpa. However, in a thai language that I don't understand, expect Grandpa to explain it.

It seemed like Grandfather looked serious, he said and smiled looking at me, passing by a moment later.

The instant Grandma hugged me gently, felt my face which she said bore a resemblance to Mother, said Grandfather who translated the language of Grandmother.

It turns out that I was born on this Earth, in a fusion between Thailand and Indonesia.

I just found out. Both are combined in one body. By the time Grandma touched my face, it really made me feel like an old man's affection.

Grandma said something back in thai. However, I did not know the meaning and also did not understand what Grandma said so I just kept quiet, silent could not answer it.

Seen on Grandma's face showed a smile accompanied by a soothing warm look.

Grandpa explained to me that Grandma said, "I'm happy to meet my granddaughter, how are your parents?" That's what he said, the translator's grandfather.

I saw Grandpa talking to Grandma again, I heard it clearly.

Then, Grandma looked at me smiling, even hugging me back, she shed tears.

I miss you guys too. Grandpa, Grandma.

We haven't seen each other in a long time, even as kids, I don't know how you look.

Back when I was a year old, Grandfather said, I had left them to go to faraway lands, how long the feeling of longing was ingrained. I'm a little bit of an excuse.

Just about the feeling of wanting to meet brings a longing that is very deep in piercing the heart, this is not an ordinary love, but this is an extraordinary love.

Our little family who used to be together under one roof and then at one time separated from the residence, now the news of the death of my parents has reached the ears of Grandma.

Through Grandpa who said he had explained. Granny hugged me back and shed tears.

At a glance the news that was so heartbreaking brought tears of sadness, the news so sharply pierced and wounded the feeling as if a scorching fire.

Painting the characters in agony filled with tears, I sighed and held Grandma's hand.

Speaking in Indonesian about both my parents, all of that is a thing that has happened and should not be regretted.

Grandpa did the same thing, he translated my language into the language that Grandma understood.

In the end, for a moment Grandma's cries stopped dripping, subsiding. Slowly she wiped her tears and slowly the smile began to adorn her face again.

Thankfully, the fire was extinguished.

The fire created by a turbulent feeling, like two stones rubbed at each other at the end, splashed the fire into the dry wood and then spread rapidly, so great came forth from the vexation and lamentation of the weeping of divorce. I'm deserted.

***

Grandma went back to the kitchen to put the groceries. Said Grandpa wanting to cook, I smilingly looked at Grandma.

I also asked Grandpa for permission to rest, it felt like I was quite tired and intended to relieve this fatigue.

Grandfather agreed, he led me to the room, and he told me, "This was your mother's room, from childhood to adulthood, when I entered this room, still holding the memory of your mother."

"really? So this is mom's room, a beautiful blue room," I said, glancing around.

"Because your mom really likes blue. Oh, yeah how about you?"

"I love it when the orange sun shines at dusk."

"Dusk connoisseur? Like your father," said Grandfather, both of his hands were busy tidying up the bed.

"My father!? .." I replied in surprise.

"Yes, Dad. We both used to spend a lot of time and tell stories by staring at the twilight sky, lingering in joy, Your mother was there too, Your grandmother too, we all enjoyed the orange light looming over, Your father smiled at me, he told me a lot at dusk that day."

"Dad and mom are very different, huh? Impossible is twilight blue?" I'm like plain. Grandpa, laughed when he heard it.

"Haha."

"That's a question that makes people laugh, you so innocently remind me of your mother."

At that time, I was surprised to hear it. "Mother? Is he like me?"

"Yes, it seems like we didn't lose them because they live in you" Grandpa replied, smiling happily.

I was just wondering, exactly could not answer again, Grandpa was really surprising, but I was happy about it, only this time I felt in the family environment.

***

Arrived at that time. At the time of my separation and Wapta because I decided to stay with Grandpa and Grandma.

Wapta said goodbye to me, Grandpa, and Grandma and then Grandpa's personal driver sent Wapta to the airport with me who also helped deliver it.

Happy parting Wapta ....

We both looked at each other. Dumb, there's nothing more I can say, wanting to know more about him. No, it's not necessary, I know.

At the airport, there are many people. I was stunned by a book I was still tightly holding.

"What book is that, Nar?"

Wapta scolded me, it seemed like he saw me holding a book.

I'm shocked. "Eeh, this is the book you gave me back then" I said, pointing out the book.

Wapta was silent looking at me, he looked speechless again.

"I read it often, thank you. The book wants me to give it back to you" I continued to give the book to him.

Wapta. "eeh, why? Don't you like this book?" ask Wapta like a curious person.

I'm shaking. "It's not like that, I like it, but just think of it as a parting gift from me."

"Oh."

"All right, I accept it. I'll give you a parting gift, too."

"What gift?"

Wapta opened his bag and gave me a diary.

"I know you love to write, it's a diary for you, Nar."

All right, I took it because it was my favorite, don't tell me I'm a woman, it's wrong.

What is a diary, only for women? No, everyone can use.

I don't want this book to be just a book with no effect. At that time, I asked Wapta to sign the book.

"Why? Why do you want me to sign this book?"

"I want to keep remembering you, you know what it feels like this book wouldn't be complete without your signature."

Wapta laughs. "You, Nar. It's all right, don't be so weird!"

"Any? Let it. Come on, quickly give me your autograph!"

In the end Wapta signed her, she smiled.

"Here, give me your hand."

"eeh? What's for?"

"Night," I said, now we both shake hands.

"May you be well here, Nar. I say I go" said Wapta, in his eyes a puddle.

With a smile, I tried to cheer up. "Good health, don't forget to take a smelly bath."

Hearing this, Wapta laughed.

"Don't you? You're the stinking Nar, not me!" He defended himself, not to lose.

"No, you stubborn bastard!" I put on a silly face.

"You're stubborn!" reply Wapta just as tightly, also showing a silly face, we are equally unwilling to budge. Thus, Wapta.

However, I do not want to argue at length with him, it will be prolonged and boring.

"Basic won't give me a shit!"

"Yes, I'm giving it up. Take good care of yourself, yes," I said showing a smile.

The word ended our conversation, Wapta walked into the plane, while I was still waiting.

Waiting for the plane to fly, There was a feeling that I could not say until now, Wapta was like a marble that fell into a river, I could not get it.

Until now, I still harbored the feeling, not wanting to reveal it, somehow? The feeling of accepting it .. it is hard to explain, let it pass.

"Goodbye Wapta, never thought, I will part with you, and if you know that I love you .. I hope that next time we can meet again," my inner being closed, closed my eyes, I looked at the plane running fast.

Now, the plane's take-off, I'm waving, it's gone quickly.

"Goodbye Wapta .. thank you for accompanying me to meet with grandfather, hopefully at another time we can meet again," my mind again along with the wave of the hand.

The plane had already flown far away, but I was still silent, clinging to the glass, staring at the pitch of the plane that seemed deserted.

***

Over time, now that I've been happy, that feeling of worry has been wiped out from my life, now I live surrounded by the love of Grandpa and Grandma.

In addition, I also slowly learned Thai with Grandpa, he gave lessons like a teacher until I could really speak it.

Now, I went to one of the universities to continue the school that had been cut off. Grandpa said education is number one, never be left out.

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