Recycling

Multiple Two Times Two

I stared hand in hand, drifting tired. Just hope or what it means that has made it difficult to explain.

I don't know what it's like to tell a long story either. Whether this was the same as me in the garden writing the letter earlier, I might not have known about it.

Don't dwell longer, tired. Let it be, writing the word was not as easy as I thought.

A glimpse of the rhythm that breaks a glass of wine without a Hong Kong beak. My mind is still reflected in the reading text from the letter Wapta, also about the writing that has just been folded neatly.

Is the feeling just a letter? I'm not sure the letter now in my pants pocket could make Wapta happy.

At least I replied to her letter so that she would feel calm, whether she would like it or otherwise, my current whisper was just hope.

I haven't sent the letter yet. Grandfather seemed to be inhibiting my longing, my feeling was that I was currently devising a plan to quickly end the conversation between us, but I just accidentally slipped a question sentence, at a glance without saying much more, now I dwell speech.

Grandpa's hands started moving again cleaning the watermelon skin. There are still many scattered on plates that are arranged in a mess.

The skin of the watermelon was taken slowly, then put into plastic. It seems a bit complicated that's grandfather's way, he has his own way.

The two of us are now back busy cleaning watermelon skin, while the grandmother she daritadi just noticed us. That's a grandfather who is so dear to grandma that he does not want to make her tired.

Grandma fanning. Sitting in her usual style, she smiled whether looking at me funny or why? Obviously I don't know why.

Maybe it was because grandfather was stylized like a joker when cleaning it.

I have often noticed the simplicity of the relationship between grandparents. As simple as that, they understand each other, it is likely that the main key in this world to get the best moment in the tightness of household relations.

When I heard my question, my grandfather laughed louder than usual. He said a college kid like me should be an adult.

The question I just asked strongly did not reflect the personality of a student. Kind of like a first-class SD kid.

This time. I patted slowly as if getting a slap, pelted with a ball that reflected back and forth on my forehead, a speech that seemed to cause a mark, also a lump was painful, he said, somehow my body is now moving stiff like there is a super sticky glue stuck in the nerves.

Grandpa laughed again. “Man, you don't need to know what it's like to tell a long story. Already, we have to quickly clean this scattered watermelon skin, grandfather knows you must want to quickly send a letter to the woman is not?”

I nodded, also scratching my head when I heard it. I did not answer him, even rushing to clean with both hands.

With agile movement, calm soul and so forth so that it does not feel the clock running, passing minute by minute.

At two o'clock in the middle of the day, we finished cleaning it. I cheered inside, grateful after breathing.

Surely grandfather did not hear my words of gratitude, but he looked at me strongly.

“Go. Send the letter to him.” As usual his voice sounded raucous, at that moment my smile immediately expanded. With a nod, I stared fixedly.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of passing vehicles, I don't care about it. Running on the road, I moved quickly towards the house.

When I got there in a hurry I entered the house to take the keys to my two-wheeled vehicle. As I recall the key was in the closet, but faintly forgot to remember.

I checked in the closet, claustrophobic. Search there, search here. Unfortunately I never found the key, where exactly? Now that I kept thinking about it, scratching my head that was clearly itchy. My brain is loading a long time, don't remember right or did I completely forget to put it?

I want to give up. Gosh gosh? Tired, my mind suddenly felt dizzy. A moment of silence with his hands holding his head. I couldn't be stronger to withstand the strong yearning than anything else.

The letter I now hold must be sent immediately. I had to hurry to the mail delivery. However, I can't believe now I can't find the keys to the vehicle.

O key, where are you? Cupboard. Come on, why isn't there? I need my motorcycle keys soon.

My voice loudly bounced around in my mind. The form of the sentence is upset and it feels uncomfortable, I want to slam. Be patient! It was a mystical sound. My hair is goosebumps, just breathe. Aye, right.

I went back to talking to myself. Kind of like a khalayan friend I named Farhan. That is, he often appears in the form of a voice that I am unable to describe.

At that time I felt no longer able to look for it, even the contents of the closet I had completely dismantled everything, but also not found the key. Over where?

With the intention of wanting to stretch the chest. I momentarily sighed, stepping away towards the kitchen wanting to drink my favorite guava juice.

When I opened the fridge, I hadn't had time to get some guava juice, who would have thought I'd see my motorcycle keys on it.

“It ... Yeaayy!” At that time I could practice like a handlebars out of control, yelling with complete pleasure around the atmosphere.

Yeah, I'm lebay. Describing the feeling excessively, that is my trademark that I gave the name of Sepak Gulali Spicy Acid-Acid Flavor.

When I meet a psychologist, say excessive feelings at a glance seem more, maybe my head will be hit by a knock.

According to their understanding, the man should not mention the content of feelings that seem more relaxed, enough that the man is strong muscular and has a masculine attitude that is much more super dazzling to the eye.

Is it possible, my God? whatever it is. My college major didn't talk about psychology, maybe just my exaggerated perception.

I quickly took the guava juice, opened the packaging, then drank at a speed of over one kilometer per second. The key to the motorcycle that I had originally stared at was in the hand.

After drinking it, I ran out of the house in a hurry. My breath was gusting, running steadying the best footsteps I could.

The two-wheeled vehicle is still in the distance. I was still running inside the house, I saw from the open door.

My steps now stopped, staying close to my bike. I felt nervous as if a meteor had fallen from space. My sweat sweat was splattered. Come on, this is just sending a letter, why is this self frozen silent like this? I think there's something so heavy I did.

However, I had to make a strong effort to send the letter to Wapta because he had to know I was here alright, even the funny thing was to forget my own birthday, also wanted to meet, he said, hopefully I can meet, want to say that everything he asked was true, also want to say that I who have now changed my name is not Narak anymore, but Roman.

It was all written in full in the letter. Right, I should try to dare to send it.

Is correct. I had to dare to send him a letter. This is not about just words, but that is the whole content of the feeling that has been buried.

However, still I did not say only a glimpse of the faint shadows within the darkness that were unable to be seen in an ordinary glance.

After a long deliberation with the breath of oxygen, I rode my motorcycle. Helmet is installed steady, also both hands are ready to plug the gas.

BREMM ... BREMM ... BREMMM ....

Smoke billows thick, I stared for a moment not yet run into the highway. Grandpa at the store there looked smiling at me.

For a moment I worshiped, then drove on the streets filled with iron passing with me now seemed to go hand in hand towards the north.

The place where I would send a letter to Wapta, the figure of the woman I loved sincerely with a sense of incompetence, the figure of a man like me who did not dare to express feelings until now, the figure of a man like me who did not dare to express feelings until now, I can only hope and keep hoping. I don't know when?

Wapta, you deserve to be happy more than anything in my life. More than a word in a phrase that extends to an unbounded top, I cannot translate into a language with a neat arrangement.

May you receive the contents of my letter that may be messy, the words in it that seem more, may you not consider it so.

I know that maybe that's what's been attached to my attitude all along. On the other hand, I'm wrong with you. The only hope I hope is that you can forgive me.

My vehicle is traveling above standard speed. Although my feelings at this time are very eager to say gas, but imagine a sentence about when driving prioritizes safety.

Let's be slow to survive. That's what the traffic police are teaching, they're arranging for each other's safety.

It would be nice for the police to arrange in an orderly manner there are rules, signs, and so forth, of course in this case my consciousness arises in driving I must know all that for my own safety, also the safety of others.

I have long been aware of it, so driving must be careful. Mind also do not let go.

Even so, when driving my mind is really good at remembering the figure of Wapta. Why or why?

My heart seemed mute as if there were no answers, while my mind only displayed the figure of the woman. This mind is equally silent in a thousand languages.

They seemed reluctant to explain to me. Let it all be, at this time I have to stay calm and focus on driving.