Recycling

Explosion; There's Surprise!

Grandpa pulled my hand until he arrived in front of the shop. The distance is quite close not far, I have previously explained the store and the grandfather's house are close together.

During my free time, I often spend time sitting on a park bench, where I feel comfortable often make a place to read books, sometimes helping grandfather who used to serve buyers.

That's an old habit, no need to write long, later there is bored. No exclaiming.

Now we have arrived at the store. Obviously these two eyes are staring at a bunch of watermelons that look a lot, I don't know if it's a party or what?

My feeling now when I look at the watermelon is like staring at a bunch of rocks I want to break everything down.

Unfortunately, in my hand there was no hammer or crowbar that could break it, I had already said it; I did not like watermelon.

To the extent that I did not like it, obviously at that time I shook my head, unable to look at him, grandfather even squeaked; “Man, you are like a person who has just seen watermelon for the first time, you look at watermelon, you are like someone who has seen watermelon, by the way, all the posts from one of the people in Indonesia, my grandfather immediately greeted with joy.” Grandpa patted my shoulder.

When I heard it, I immediately wondered who the person who sent it was. Grandfather didn't say anyone as if he thought I could speak to the universe, also asked the universe directly who the person who sent it was.

Universe, tell me who sent this watermelon? Why should watermelon? I don't like watermelon.

At that moment I was squealing inside. Who oh who? I don't know, explain who sent the watermelon. My gaze slightly stared lethargic, not liking to linger.

“Grandfather, why not explain to me who sent the watermelon here?” manya curious.

“Later will grandpa say. Come on, help grandpa split it, before the grandfather had invited people, later they will come here. You see now this store is closed and deserted, right? That's the reason.”

I looked around the shop, completely closed and quiet, leaving behind a large amount of watermelon.

Honestly, I was surprised to question in my mind why anyone would send such a large amount of watermelon, but I didn't want to think about it any longer, it didn't matter.

Wal thing, I don't know who the person who sent it, so why do I think about it, even the explanation of a lecturer who has been very detailed, I need to take notes, examine more deeply, see more, read from book to book to understand the meaning of his words.

Here, watermelon without knowing who the sender is. Obviously, I don't want to think about it, waste time.

This head can explode making an explosive sound.

“Nih knife. Split the watermelon.”

I exhaled in annoyance, lamentation, despair, disinterest and so on. “Grandfather I told you I don't like watermelons. Gosh gosh? How many times do I have to say it.”

“No excuses. You complain just because of that. All right, Grandpa sure you'll like this watermelon right away. Grandfather will tell all this watermelon sent by the woman, the woman who has accompanied you came here that day.” Grandfather said spontaneously, not giving me pause in listening.

He made my heart beat instantly. Turns out this watermelon shipment was from Wapta. I never thought.

She's the woman I've always loved and sent something I didn't like.

Is this a sign from the Almighty that I and he are not a match, why should watermelon. I don't like.

“Did Grandpa deliberately lie to me?”

I won't just believe it. There must be evidence from grandfather's words, I'm sure as sure as I feel saying there's no way Wapta would send watermelon.

Come on, this is impossible. Did the universe give me a test of this magnitude? A toloong!

“You don't believe it?”

“Yes, I can't believe it. All this must have proof, grandpa has proof?”

“Punya.” Grandfather replied, sounding steady.

I was surprised to hear it, scratching my head waiting for grandfather to show the evidence.

Wapta, I want to talk to you, are you really sending this watermelon?

If I may say, I don't like watermelon, it's actually my fault because all this time I never told you about watermelon.

Grandpa who I was asking about the evidence now seemed to feel his pants pocket.

I'm paying clear attention. He seemed to pull out something, I saw it in the form of a fold.

“Nih, proof.” Grandpa gave me a letter. Gosh gosh? I can't believe it. Just then my heart was shocked, elus chest held it.

My eyes are currently focused on staring at the letter, momentarily flinching for quite a long time.

Slowly, I opened the letter. Sure enough, this is Wapta's writing, I remember clearly as if his face was plastered like a hologram in my mind.

Geez, I melt like heated ice, this self as if rising into the earth's atmosphere, rising steadily until it reaches space like a rocket traveling at speeds above speed.

My heart's flowering. Gosh gosh? Forget it, I must realize, I'm not a woman.

If I want to know in my head like there is a fireworks party, the sound of blasts of happiness feels lively inexhaustible I explained.

If I explain this, everything will take ten pieces of paper with my absurd proverbs.

I am happy a thousand times chanting a sentence of gratitude in my mind.

All this time I was busy weighing the desire to send him a letter or not, writing stammering, only able to write three words.

Now exactly the letter was in front of me, as I held it I felt in my soul a deep feeling of affection and love.

It's shock. Grandpa patted my shoulder as if waking my daydream. “Man, you need to learn to be a macho man, just sent a letter you've been smiling. Later read it, well you must be excited because you already know who this watermelon is giving?”

“By the way, why didn't grandpa tell me from the beginning if there was a letter from Wapta?”

“Tadi, grandpa wanted to say, even wanted to give you the letter. But, at that time you were moody, how could grandfather give at a time like that, later the feeling will not hit to your heart.”

Right now in my feelings it feels like something is wrong. Why is Wapta able to find out our new home address?

In fact, we've moved. “Grandfather, isn't this why Wapta can know our home address now.”

Grandpa laughs. “You were busy in college, busy writing the word love, he had visited here one month before, that day he waited for you for hours, but you did not come.”

“For-hour?”

“Iya, she decided to go home.”

I exhaled a sigh. “Grandfather never said Wapta came.”

“Oh, the grandfather forgot.” In a loud voice he said it.

When I heard it I felt guilty, for hours Wapta was waiting for me.

And it happened a month ago, what day is the date? Grandpa didn't mention it.

All of this is purely my fault, I have to reply to her letter later with an apology.

“Now, don't think about it. You help grandpa split the watermelon, actually Grandpa asked you to tell you about this.”

Now I know why Grandpa forced me to come with him. With this letter in my hand that I haven't read, I need to keep it in my pocket first.

I felt it was okay to split the watermelon, following grandfather's call. What I don't like now seems to change.

In my mind I now imagine what a letter from Wapta would look like. The letter I just opened at a glance, grandfather quickly closed it.

I told him to put it in his pocket. I can't argue, as a great-granddaughter agreed, further helping her split the watermelon.

When the watermelon split, grandfather told me to put it on the tables.

Previously, I never thought there was a table in the store, maybe it was reserved specifically for people sitting down to enjoy watermelon.

Right now, Grandpa is even more forcing me to eat watermelon. With compulsion, her soft speech made me eat little by little.

Grandfather often said about father, funny events with father always related to watermelon.

The taste I dislike is slowly changing, now I like it. Moreover, this is the gift of Wapta.

It was Waptah who made me love coffee, now that he's not by my side, he sent watermelon.

Look how never thought, now I like it.

My thanks to him also sounded inwardly, a form of sentence that I might never be able to say. Wapta, forgive my mistakes I have made.

Surely my grandfather said I must learn to be a macho man, a man who is not easily carried away by feelings.

Exactly a few hours later, the invitations that grandfather had previously said now began to arrive, one by one were welcome to sit down, their faces all looking radiant.

I could only stare from a distance, they were all chatting with each other. Daritadi I've asked permission to leave with grandfather.

The watermelon is also neatly arranged on the table, no longer need to give it to people because the amount is enough.

Except later when the invitees finish eating the watermelon. When they all went home to their homes, then the store that was used as a place to eat watermelon together was to be cleaned, more precisely to help grandfather.

Now, I have time to be alone with the intention of wanting to read the letter from Wapta. I was wondering what the contents of the letter I was holding.

There is nothing I can explain further, honestly I seem to have spent all my vocabulary on this.

If you want to know not as an alay, but just proverbs consider it an explosion on the nights of the new year.

Look, the night sky is glowing with an explosion. Fireworks burst into light with a variety of colorful beauty.

The joy of the moment feels vibrant, then shut up for a moment. Peace of heart, mind. Silence feels the beauty in every sound.

That's how I felt when I looked at the letter of Wapta. A taste that seems to be happy inward.