Recycling

Two Hundred Two

Look at the crowded streets. The clothes of every person I look at are all neat. With a helmet, also full-flagged attributes.

They all drove with me towards the north. More precisely, they do not know where their purpose is.

The current weather I can describe is like a gas stove burning and hands are nearby. Lighter like air.

I looked at the sun, showing a blazing beam of light. Now, the world is engulfed by heat that seems to burn the skin.

Slightly opening their eyes, looking straight ahead, sometimes looking back. This hot spring seemed to tell me there was nothing I could do to make life more fruitful. What possible? Pitted. I looked up again, staring blankly ahead.

Momentary contemplation. There was something that hindered my mindset in this case, the more difficult, the more sinister than the number two swapped into two hundred.

The buzzing sound made my eyes closed. Steering wheel I control slowly, thank goodness nothing happened. I shook my head, blinked my eyes, remembering the best thing I could do.

I'm still driving. Passing through the heat that clearly touched my face. It was clear that my sweat was bubbling in the temple area. I continued to drive on the streets regardless.

Now the image inside my brain wants to open the umbrella to protect myself from the sun that is round the light there. Not seen with a straight head, but a little look up, staring at the bright radiance there.

Everyone must know the location of the sun when it was at two noon past thirteen minutes. Midday passes, rolling time from seconds to minutes.

Wapta, you should know how hot the weather is right now. My letter will still come to you, soon I will reach the mailing place.

Trust me, just wait.

I am not a man of false hope, but I have never told you, said it directly about my hope to you, even if I never said it.

My vehicle continued to go so far that I stopped at a red light. One minute went by fifteen minutes.

There is a horn sound from the number of unpretentious vehicles, imagine the hot weather stopping for a long time. That's probably the cause.

Just ask, everyone in life takes the journey home or away, at that time they want smooth, stuck really intolerable.

In addition to the group of people who are able to be patient, sit quietly ahead. Sighing deeply into the ocean through the mariana trench.

If you want to know, I am not someone who has been considered in the class of people who are able to be patient, but patient. Sometimes more impatient, I don't know waiting for the red light to turn green, also the weather is very hot.

That's what makes me feel anxious sometimes. I looked to the left right for a moment, trying to look forward. Red light is still visible. Is the lamp broken? That's what I'm thinking deeply.

Been minutes. There is no certainty whatsoever. I saw that the police were not on duty, not a single police uniform was visible.

It felt like I wanted to break through the traffic light I was staring at, but breaking the rules was not my style.

Since long ago obeying the rules is a top priority in life that I continue to apply. I don't know, the one time I broke when the delay came, it was the first time I got punished for breaking Big Boss' rules.

If you remember his face until now my head often hurts. Imagining his chatter, as well as a very scary eye. Horrified!

Forget about everything that has passed, now I know as sick as anything of the past, it all passes and continues to pass.

What I now feel, what I am now doing is a new form of something, I must be able to live this life stronger.

A life that clearly shows my sadness in the past. Let it all be, let it be.

Simply put, now there are many vehicles that are stopped by the red light continues to light up. Many people protesting expressed their frustration. I was just surprised at a glance, my brain smoothly surf 5G networks that contain more information than just images.

Five minutes later. The typical police noise came to where I now stopped. Unfortunately, I looked at them wearing uniforms that could be said to be cool. The face is also steady, macho authoritative.

They announced that the red light was broken. Everyone who heard it seemed to be muttering happily, not because the lamp was broken, but rather they were muttering happily because they could continue the journey.

Same. I'm also happy, my letter will arrive to Wapta. How it feels like my mind is currently filled with endless pleasures.

Slowly the iron beside me, front and back drove, only I was still silent reluctant to leave.

I pulled over, then pulled out a piece of paper. There I wrote a follow-up letter to Wapta.

Wapta, if you want to know, the road to the mail delivery like there's a million super sticky glue forces. I stopped a long time ago, the red light was broken. In front of me is now a cop, just I want to ask for his autograph first.

I stopped the hand writing. Then he walked over to the police who now appeared to be on duty.

I looked at him hard. Greeting them is friendly especially with a steady smile.

They say hello.

“ ⁇ ?” Can I have an autograph? I gave you my letter earlier. Just below the writing there is still a place to be crossed out, eh wrongly signed the meaning.

The cop patted me on the shoulder. “ ⁇ ?” Oh, young man, what for?

He asked me, while his friends looked at me as if guessing facial expressions. I didn't know about it at first glance guessing, of course my guess could be wrong because I'm not a psychologist.

“ ⁇ ?” To show your friends that you can get our signatures?

Some are laughing. I'm also the same even louder than those cops.

“ ⁇ .” For the woman I love from Indonesia. My answer was steady without hesitation.

“ ⁇ ?” Indonesia's?

I nodded back, saying yes succinctly without length. Looks like I'll be here a while longer, some of them are still monitoring the traffic flow. The policeman looked at me smiling.

“ ⁇ .” It was a letter to him. I said again succinctly pointing towards the letter he was still holding, not yet given a signature hand. The police are silent.

With a smiling face. I waited with a feeling that was arguably like a gasoline truck crashing into stalls on the side of the road. There's a lighted stove. KAABOOMS! implode. Gosh gosh? I hope nothing happens.

As a creature on this earth, I can only pray for protection from the Almighty.

Sometimes in my life there are many things that are missed with a heavy sigh, muttering annoyed and somehow this heart fell silent a thousand languages when discussing the universe.

This self was still pondering, thinking of something that even I was hard to solve in a matter of minutes.

All this is not as easy as throwing a glass to a hard surface, then broken or glass and so forth.