Recycling

Deadly Toxins & Pests That Must Be Eradicated, Destroyed From the Face of the Earth

I'm still here waiting for the continuation of grandfather's words that seem insinuating are less comfortable to hear. Grandfather told me a pretty good way for him to momentarily remove the love that was strong, strewn crowded inside my head.

I don't know why it feels so hard, even though I know how. All this time I've been pondering over something that even I don't understand.

Sometimes a fleeting sense of understanding came, it did not last long it disappeared again disappeared from my side as if he did not want to get close to me.

Even now my mind still imagines the letter of Wapta with the text of the thai language reading which to me is so beautiful. His hand carving writing Aksara amazed me enough.

Maybe I will die soon because I keep remembering love, so longing that is obviously very painful.

That's not possible, is it? Is it like a deadly poison? I don't know if I don't want to know more.

If I'm really going to die, this feeling of mine will be gone forever. At that time my cry may break with regret because as long as I live have harbored a longing that is increasingly scratching in vain, the longer it is silent with dusty thoughts.

This feeling may one day be buried with the body in the ground, lost and vanished already. Maybe it's just a myth, forget about poison or something else, right now I have to focus on my college days, not thinking about something that's obviously ruining my days.

“Young man, you daydream often. Tell grandfather. Who knows grandpa can help you.” Grandpa didn't answer my question, instead asking me for things that made me even more anxious.

Gosh gosh? I'm not actually daydreaming. This grandfather apparently deliberately tried to joke with me, I just just looked at him laughing back.

After questioning it, my grandfather seemed busy continuing to clean the watermelon skin. I'm also the same— kept busy cleaning.

I have reason not to answer. With the intention of shifting the topic, I once in a while laughed, saying the moon is round, just as the earth is round. Flat earth adherents will definitely lose if they argue with me.

Grandpa looked at me seriously. “Round or flat earth. In fact, that triangle doesn't matter, Man. You better read a book just multiply the knowledge in your head.”

“You know the flat earth adherents are people who have no insight. The old theories, long ago they happened, now that you have read the book, the theory is now fully revealed. Herein, in this world there are still people who storm the problem of flat or round earth. That proves they are learning less.”

Grandpa explained at length. Who would have thought that he would laugh, apparently now his face had turned serious. I was listening.

“Grandfather used to study in a department that was busy discussing about astronomy, dozens of books with thick sheets have been read all together with a friend who now he has successfully achieved his goals. It's just that, maybe grandfather's destiny was already outlined as being a merchant. Grandfather never complained about all that, this life will continue to pass from morning until night.”

I was stunned to listen. Grandfather explained at length. I never thought it would happen, before I remembered thinking grandfather would discuss his past and his beloved woman. It turns out that it was true that he was discussing the past, only that I slightly missed expecting it.

He's talking about astronomy. Who's in the wrong? I was wrong to start first. Grandfather still spoke at length until it made me silent to listen.

Until I guessed it was the final sentence of his words. “Remember, Man. Whatever complaints you make, they won't give you back time. Morning is still long for you before you are like a twilight grandfather.”

Grandfather continued to speak showing a smile with hand movements that reflect someone with a style of speech.

My guess is right, after that grandfather does not speak anymore now looks for a moment back to clean watermelon skin.

I am grateful to hear her strong ears. Grandpa's tone was like a killer lecturer who almost made me float in the air. Herbose. Not so much, just an explanation, not the reality.

Grandpa continues to beat. The possibility of looking at me stunned like now made him realize that I am a person who likes Astronomy. “You want to know grandpa's past?” That grandfather asked again, I simply replied to a light nod of the head. Don't want to answer.

Grandfather retold at length with hands that are now still busy cleaning watermelon skin scattered.

I heard it just like him. The two of us cleaned up the place that was originally a mess, now began to show cleanliness.

Astronomy is a science that my grandfather loved from childhood. That was the beginning of the speech from him exposing to me a field of science that I will not be able to get because I take a different major with grandfather. When telling about the lecture he kept silent from cleaning the watermelon skin.

The contents of the room were filled with thick books of astronomy, there were also some other things like the form of achievement he wanted to achieve, wanted him to reach, but at that time I saw a red cross marked.

I suspect grandfather has failed to achieve what he had planned. I seemed to get a hard slap, grandfather who had studied hard. He now seems to have failed, I know that from my guess.

His grandfather was quiet in the problems that befell his life. I knew enough within a year of knowing him never to issue the slightest complaint.

Even though my guess could be wrong. It was a lucky thing that I was able to find a grandfather's hideout that had a special room in Astronomy.

I even entered the room without my grandfather knowing. Reading more about Astronomy, to be honest, the room intrigued me.

There is also a book of flat earth versus round earth debate, various arguments seem to be the point of a sentence of difference in their respective opinions.

When grandfather stopped cleaning watermelon skin. I am also the same, follow the grandfather who stopped cleaning watermelon skin from the tables, just counting is resting.

Grandfather continued to talk about the names of books that he liked so much. Even after praising the author.

I feel like grandpa has a fever against books. If you discuss the book in front of grandfather never speak about various things, later he will continue to explain, then give a glimpse of simple advice in life.

“Remember one more thing, Man. If you buy a book make sure it's original, not pirated. Grandpa didn't like that the most. The hijackers are like stealing, they sell the loot and you buy it. It's the same you're a plot from them.”

After a long story. Let him give his advice. It is true that my guess that at a glance suspected that was his behavior.

I listened closely, although it seemed that grandfather slightly widened the speech in a direction that seemed erroneous from the beginning of discussing the book. Let it be, maybe I was wrong to think so, but deep down inside I really did not like it, even firmly I refused pirated products, whether it was books or other things.

In this world grandfather explained the nature of the creation of the brain in the human head should be used to think, of course think about further and deeper, deeper.

Regarding pirated products that are very clear will only make the hijacker rich, open happy and without caring about their guilt do the act of piracy. Their conscience is closed.

I don't want to explain at length about this. A group of book hijackers if discussed will eat a lot of paper. Grandpa seemed to be very unhappy with the pirate, also the person who had no guilt even bought it, even though he himself knew it was a pirated book.

When asked they make cheap as an excuse, that's the word grandfather both are the same, do not use the sense to think or just think if there is cheap, just buy to save.

Actually buying is the same as watering a tree that will make it grow bigger. Simply put, buying a pirated book is tantamount to supporting the hijackers who will make them more rampant.

Grandfather explained again the powerful way to fight the hijackers is to stop buying books to their group, let them shout cheap, cheap.

In fact, pirated goods are stolen, not to be traded. Illegal, haram in a truly terrible sense.

The hijackers are a kind of pest that must be destroyed. Fighting with pest animals is difficult, they have the ability to take shelter behind the screens, the body is small easily if stepped on, but as if there is a protecting, but there is a protective, the pest must be eradicated and destroyed.

All that is not in how long discussed, not how many sheets of paper. The book hijackers were actually the class of criminals who did not think about one's labor. They easily plow, then sell it.

I stared at Grandpa flinch for a moment, then continued to clean the watermelon skin, listening to grandfather's story as if time did not feel. There's something I can't explain any further.

Grandfather seemed to have finished talking. He talked for a long time about his past and the pirated books he didn't like so much, even when it was in my brain that I was in the room, lying down with a sharp so that before long I will fall asleep to hear it.

“Grandfather, if you want to know fromso I clearly noticed you, how does it feel to tell a long story like that?” I asked while showing an innocent attitude.

Gosh gosh? It has been a two-tone semester lecture is still plain, that's when with grandfather or anyone I know must be so, as simple as longing for the figure of Wapta that I often mention in prayer.