Recycling

Meteor Falling to Earth

The policeman smiled at me. Hustle and bustle of vehicles passing by on the streets is still fresh I heard.

In his hand still holds my letter. His mouth moved slowly read stammering with music at the end of the dry season.

“ ⁇ ?” What do you mean signature? The policeman asked after a long time staring at my letter, as I tried to understand his words that seemed indifferent.

Do not understand, I don't know all this time my mind often faltered. Need long loading, I better decide to ask back.

“ ⁇ ?” Whatchu mean?

That's what I wanted to ask. Simple, I have spoken in a relaxed style like staring at a friend.

“ ⁇ ?” I mean why do you want to ask for an autograph?

The police explained what he meant. He asked me why I asked for his autograph.

This is how summarized. I want to make Wapta amused when receiving my letter, not just crisp about the letter that has no expression of pleasure in it.

That's the real reason that the road was like there was a super sticky glue force that stopped all the iron. Summarize the red light that has been often stared at by two-wheeled riders, also four it was damaged.

Eh? Word wastage. Let it be, let's clearly add another word that makes the editor of the manuscript shake his head when reading it.

The red light I was staring at didn't light up for minutes, when was the green? The sun is high there.

The red light never turned green. Not in the sense that broken does not light up, the oddity happens is that the red light continues to light up. Silence has no certainty.

When the police came to say the red light was broken, I continued writing a letter containing the word super sticky glue to comfort Wapta.

As proof I want to ask for the signature of one of those on duty. It seems like what I imagined was not that easy to get.

“ ⁇ ⁇ .” It's about a heart I can't explain. Please help.

I explained as much as I could. An explanation that contains the heart in it, hopefully can make him understand; understand about my situation.

Without answering. I watched as the police began to move their hands, write their autographs, my feelings cheering with matchless happiness.

I can't understand. Again I explain the feelings that men should not mention so that he said impressed masculine, but let it be.

That's who I am. I'm not like other people who have a masculine attitude or anything, but I'm the one who looks decent. Forget all that, masculine or not? Obviously it's not important to me, but just a speech.

Moreover, it was not something that starved others when not discussing it. Sometimes not so.

However, if discussed exciting as well. Look, the masculine people of this world. There's a big beard, I don't have one. Whahuh? The protest! Please, of course, the right of everyone to look and describe feelings. Impressed to be happy, it is not something that makes someone hungry.

If you want to know my feelings like flowers that bloom, also the light that looks shiny with the color of beauty. The radiating light rose steadily into Earth's atmosphere, exploding in space. Booooms!

BOOOM!

Light forms again radiate out from the Milky Way galaxy, darting into the andromeda galaxy. The light breaks down into tiny particles, then explodes again there.

I flew from where I stood to the earth's atmosphere. Unfortunately, the police officer patted me on the shoulder with a tiled clap, only to let me down, breaking down my super happy daydream, filling the whole room of my heart and mind.

“ ⁇ .” I signed this letter.

He looked at me smiling. Give him the letter I originally gave him.

“ ⁇ .” Thank you, I said succinctly. The policeman nodded. Ask me what my name is.

That's where the confusion hits. I wanted to say Roman's name, but it was a gift from my grandfather that when I wanted to mention it, I remembered my mother who gave me the name Narak.

Oh no! I was puzzled, thinking for a moment before the policeman frowned in wonder as he looked at me long ago in reply.

“Romanarak.” I have already said. How could Romanarak? Jesus, too.

“ ⁇ ?” Can you give me your ID card?

The police asked for a card. I was silent. For a moment scratching the head, now a person who is all wrong because it was wrong before said name.

It doesn't seem like a good thing. When later he asked why it was different, I just mentioned the wrong words because looking at his handsome face that made me misbehave. Uh, wrong behavior? I can't possibly say that. The shade that was reflected in my mind was even a rainbow that curved on the ceiling.

I kept thinking about finding another answer. Penetrating into my brain as deep as the ocean through the mariana trench. Afraid of getting the wrong word again, I finally found a way.

Not to say the reason for staring at his handsome face, but my habit is often wrong said. After all what I had previously said was Romanarak.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it was not difficult to find an excuse because my name on the identification card was Roman. It's official grandfather who last made it for me.

At the college, my name is Narak, of course there is a long explanation of all that I want to know later. Right now I'm talking to the police in front of me.

I took out my wallet, opened it slowly and took out an identification card inserted between the student card and the folded poetry reading.

“ ⁇ .” This is my identification card.

Without hesitation I gave it. The policeman looked at him as if he was mumbling, but who would have thought he hadn't discussed the name error I had mentioned or not yet.

That's the biggest possibility why now I see the expression of the police officer seem to be holding back laughter. He's still staring at my identification card.

The policeman looked at me smiling. “ ⁇ ?” Are you from Indonesia?

“Yes. I'm from indonesia.” I'm tired of using Thai. If you want to know English has been worldwide.

Many people know the language, even at a glance hear it as if it has become a norm like the sentence I have spoken. Yes or no? I'm. From? The name of the country is certainly in the books.

The person I'm looking at isn't playing. He's a cop sure to speak English, at least he understands what I'm saying. I suspect his education is certainly high.

I'm tired of speaking Thai. Sorry the explanation repeated as a form of reinforcement said that indeed I was tired. A sore tongue, the occasional change of language that makes me comfortable in myself.

If you want to know all this time I have no interest in learning English at a glance hearing from television, also reading old newspapers owned by grandfather.

Of course it's just a matter of my interest. Actually there was a lesson in school first. More precisely I keep learning English, just not interested in deepening more know.

“Oh, you can speak English?” The police looked at me as if amazed. Gosh gosh? I'm the one who misjudged it, not so.

The look of admiration I mean? I don't know exactly what to expect.

I suspect again he said just plain talk or asked to make sure, there is also another possibility of doubt or he thought that I had just been possessed by the supernatural spirit of the land of the White Elephant.

In other circumstances, I tried to withhold from various kinds of conjectures. Just remember more wisely about the thoughts that cause misunderstandings to occur. Starting from the consequences of your own mistakes that have dared to suspect something that is not really so.

I'm nodding. “Yes, in can.” I said briefly, not as long as expected. Standing here I am like an interrogated man, but it is good to be just plain trite to meet one of the policemen for whom he is a good man.

“Always be patient for long remote love. I know the content of your letter, need you know I understand the Indonesian.” Always be patient for long distance love. I know the contents of your letter, you need to know I understand Indonesian.

Eh? I'm shocked. Oh, my God, he said so. In my letter I did not mention the word love. Maybe he guessed at once to tell me directly.

I momentarily felt a fierce heart-pumping pulse. The atmosphere that unfolded was as if a meteor fell to the earth, hitting right at my beating heart.

I was cheated for a moment. Silently holding the letter with a clumsy feeling. The full brim of thorns plunged into my mind.

The policeman laughed for a moment. “I just thought.”

“What? You're. You are overreacting!” Not in how many sentences I said, before I was made to be shocked by the head.

Now I know it turns out that the police officer was just thinking in his mind. Saying what he expected. Thankfully, the meteor that originally fell is now back in space.

How could the meteor get back into space? Enough, just imagine even if the logic defect. It is likely that there is a super power that is able to make it back to space there.

I'm just kidding. There were no real meteors, just my proverbs to explain my feelings. I knew it was better, but explained how many times I was tired.

“Your name is Roman, why did you say Romanarak?“ The policeman asked me about the name that had been mispronounced, obviously my brain was trying hard to find answers.

Find words to answer them. All right, I need to calm down for a while without feeling anxious.

“Sorry, I'm wrong. You are like a lion that makes me nervous.” I answered with a sentence the other day and read it in the newspaper.

Fortunately, I had read my grandfather's newspaper there before. I said sorry, wrong. You're like a lion that makes me nervous.

“What? You, You call me a lion.” It seems like he didn't take my word, when it was a form of joke. If he asks why you call me that, I will answer again in your dream.

Some of the policemen on duty are now looking at me because their partner is making a sound. Of course, this is all because of my original speech without thinking about the consequences. Deep inside I was apologizing. I'm looking for another reason.

“What I said it is a parable. lion is the symbol power you have.” Let's just hope he understands what I mean about the symbol power parable worn in his uniform.

The lion is the ruler of the forest. Think of the road as a forest. Look at the vehicles that do not obey traffic to be ticketed, that is the animals that are affected by prey. Tamsil or something. Whatever, I was tired of explaining to the police officer who seemed to be starting to smile.

The cop patted me on the shoulder. “ ⁇ (Chan khai lu len).” For a moment he laughed saying that before just joking.

I laughed appreciating his jokes, even though it almost made my heart fall out. Gosh gosh? Herbose. How many times do I have to explain I'm no better.

Even today I knew I wanted to joke, to turn into something I didn't want. Almost, I thought the cop would get angry and throw myself in jail, sometimes not so.

He said it was just a joke like most other humans. The police added the words I said to the newspaper.

Turns out the cop knew my joke. He also said he just wanted to see my shocked expression, a little too I guess. This may be called the weapon eat sir, the weapon has no manners.

“Thank you for your signature. I ask permission to leave, this letter wants to return to Indonesia as soon as possible.” I'm saying goodbye. More precisely asking permission to leave, he continued saying this letter would return to Indonesia as soon as possible.

Gosh gosh? I said ngasal. Police sir laughed, “Your English is pretty good.”

I laughed for a moment. I know the cop was just joking around praising my English. All right, I put in the letter I folded. Smiling worship to the police especially to the person who gave me my autograph.

At present. I drove back on the street, headed to the mail station. My feelings were happy muttering, meeting one of the policemen for whom he was friendly and kind.

It's just a little difficult, my tongue is easy to say thai. With the initiative I changed the clear English language I did not really deepen it just look at the television and read the old newspapers owned by grandfather.