Recycling

The Sixth Network

At the end of Bangkok there are memories that I clearly remember. Memories of that day when me and Wapta were together.

But nevertheless. It's already passed. Right now what I'm feeling is all the flavors I've had for a long time.

All sorts of feelings that I knew so well gave off a scrap of ink. This is the time of adolescence to adulthood.

I believe in destiny. Either I'm going to tell you how I feel or not everything is the same. I don't know what's going to happen next that I obviously don't know where the goal is going?

I know north, south, east and west. Wind direction, it's just that I don't know my destination. Not worried either, I don't know I hope to be at peace about a heart that somehow misses someone I never even told my feelings to.

This is the last time I remember it. More precisely I do not want to be too late in the pronunciation of words that explain at length about my feelings. Obviously, that's not my style, but my style was a long time ago. I will explain at length, whatever it is not more in reality, just a word that I write excessively.

Overharvesting. Grandfather once gave me a pomp so as not to be that selebay, but writing the word lebay is my daily life, where I might just leave it alone.

Whatever selebay. In my life has never been more, only the form of a grievous sentence that I think is not more.

It is someone else who judges it. Why do I think about the judgment of others, it is better now that I focus on arranging the future, whether there are how many out there that insult me.

I just keep quiet, listen and the reality they see is that I'm quiet different from what I used to be. Where I used to be free to make a sound, now reluctant to feel unimportant.

I was limited when I was in the diary, also when writing it sometimes reflexes itself. Just writing to let out a piled up resentment, dwelling in my mind.

When I found out about her being like a star and I was just a wreckage of a celestial body. When he's the sun I'm the planet Pluto that even wants to be forgotten from the solar system.

Here's life. I seem to have grown up, able to think at this age. Sadness has taught me so much. From many things then the glass fragments scattered on the floor have been cleaned, I have silenced my mouth with dhikr calling the power and greatness of the Creator of the Universe.

I looked up, staring at the room lights with a bitter face until my phone rang, the distinctive sound I knew signified a message.

I'll look a second. Stare silently squeezing the screen. Martin Sarikanjana's. The name with the text of the short message asked me where it was.

( ⁇ ) In the room. My reply was brief, then send, tick two turned blue instantly.

I saw him typing. The system of this green application is quite sophisticated, look at someone typing just shown.

( ⁇ ) I need your help with the task.

The message I read was all wrong, of course I was lazy out of the house. Meeting people moreover, plus doing the task, what I want right now is to momentarily calm the mind.

However, a student must have the spirit, of course my job needs to help. Actually the task is quite easy, my task alone has been completed, now busy fantasizing the figure of Wapta in my mind.

After a long time busy yourself with a thick book, the habit of doing the task is easy not difficult. I know Martin Sarikanjana a little, he diligently reads books just like me, but he says it's often a forgetfulness where he gets reference material.

(. ⁇ ) Do it yourself. I busy.

That's the short message I sent, I'm actually waiting for his reaction. Just testing out wanting to know his anger. Yes, tick two blue.

He was typing. I suspect he will be angry, read the writing impressed jutek and less comfortable like people who lack vitamin B6. Coughing up because of depression.

My finger moved like I was playing a piano at the table, waiting for him to finish typing the message. Ask him if he will be angry with me? See what the message will be.

Martin Sarikjana typing, incoming message: (? ⁇ ?) You why? Broken heart? He asked, far from my guess, it doesn't seem like he's angry.

I reply: ( ⁇ ) You guessed wrong, I just want to be alone.

( ⁇ ?) With me? Kubalas fast.

Tick two gray, the characteristic has been read turns blue. He responded quickly. Ja. One word that made me ask a little in my mind what it really was. Why did his father and mother want to see me. I finally decided to ask him. But unfortunately he did not answer, instead saying if I want to know the answer I have to go to his house.

Martin Sarikjana continued to quickly type in a matter of five seconds the message entered: ( ⁇ ) Come on, let me tell you a little. There's plenty of food and drinks.

When reading the message. One thing on my mind is a celebration or some sort of gathering that ends with a full stomach, togetherness and fun.

( ⁇ ?) A party? I sent a brief message asking to make sure.

Martin Sarikjana typing, incoming message: ( ⁇ ) Just come.

I let out a breath. He told me to come without mentioning the details. Jesus, but appreciating the call I decided to come, especially when his parents wanted to meet.

Attending the person's exclamation could be put into the mandatory category, I had read about it in one of the books about manners.

For a moment I did not reply. Emerging smile emoticons with typical Martin Sarangjana that I often see when with him.

The form of a smile that radiates. With his style made as blank as possible. That's how she is. I don't want to explain any longer.

I'm still staring at the phone screen. Martin Sarikjana re-typed, I saw from the application system that showed just telling him was typing.

(s) Should come.

That's the message I read next. I don't reply long, enough emoticons okay. Briefly, that is the habit of typing messages, Thai script is difficult.

Just then get ready to leave. After saying goodbye to grandfather.

“Where are you going?” ask Grandpa semringah.

“To friends' houses. He said he wanted to ask for help with the task his parents wanted to meet.” I explained in accordance with the previous reality. We were far apart, five steps away.

“Your friend is male or female?” Grandpa asked made me go wrong. Hustle and bustle of vehicles passing by sounded.

“Why did grandpa ask?” I turned the situation upside down because it was awkward, actually being reluctant to say it.

“Grandfather who initially asked you did not answer, instead asked back. You don't have to tell me, Grandpa already knows the answer. She must be a woman.” Grandfather said it while smiling with his characteristic raucous voice.

Grandpa walked up to me. Clap my arm. “How? Has your grandfather guessed it right?” After asking, he stared at the streets.

I scratch my head. “Iya, grandpa's right.” A moment of laughter looked at the grandfather who was leisurely sitting.

“You went there wanting to help him with the task right?” Grandpa asked seemed to be making sure because I had already told him before.

“Iya, he said again his parents want to meet.” I added.

Grandpa was still sitting, walking away from me. “Go, don't make someone wait too long.” Grandpa laughs. I confused myself looking at him.

Grandfather did not fret anymore, he was now busy in the shop serving the buyers. That's when I left, Grandpa let me go.