Recycling

The Moon I Wailed In Vision

I arrived at the residence of Martin Sakiranjana. The magnificent house is like a palace with a garden the size of a football field. Anyone who is not used to staring at such a grand house, is sure to mumble.

Not far from giving example to others, enough me. Before the first time I entered his yard, disbelief filled my mind like a dream. The guards were everywhere certainly guarding from corner to corner, strangely looking like ordinary people were not wearing uniforms.

The family of Martin Sakiranjana did not specialize in uniforms for his guards. They were free to dress whatever as long as it was polite, that's the explanation I heard from Martin Sirikanjana's own mouth. I was with him doing chores in the park.

Indeed, I did not consider Martin Sirakanjana as a friend, limited to discussions about assignments or other matters related to lessons. That's odd.

I had never met her father and mother before, just stopping by her house without her parents' permission. Now I was told to come who said they wanted to see me.

“Narak!” Martin Sakiranjana called out waving from a distance. I looked at him with a smile, approaching him.

With a slow step of course. While Martin Sirikanjana was running, he pulled my hand. “ ⁇ .” Come on, my mom and dad are waiting.

I followed his pull. We both entered the house, tracing the running room. The guards stared at us who were running around in wonder. Likely anything else I don't want to allow it.

Arrived near the door of the room he said was special for my meeting with his father. We both rested sighing tiredly.

Entering room by room. A house this big makes me tired. We were tired of running. “ ⁇ , ⁇ ⁇ .” Narak, come on in. My father would have been happy to meet you.

After losing the fatigue. He invited me into the room. About this, I decided to ask, “?” Wait for. What's this really about? I was wondering erratically at the moment on my mind. My IQ's like a bust.

Martin Sakiranjana laughs. “ ⁇ .” They want to meet you.

That woman makes me wonder. I knew her mother and father wanted to see me, but my previous question meant what made them want to see me. That was his point, maybe he understood my question, but was reluctant to answer correctly. He answered, repeating the words he had previously written on the chat app.

I prepared with a peaceful soul. Make gazes. All right, me and the woman are now walking into a room filled with flickering lights, nuanced party with the color of the beauty of the decoration. Smell perfume fragrance.

Two people were sitting staring at us who were walking over. Martin Sekirjana seemed to be deliberately holding my hand. The two people smilingly looked muttered.

“ ⁇ .” Come on, please sit down.

A woman who I thought was her mother would sit down. His father dabbled with a friendly smile looking at me.

“You're from Indonesia?” ask her dad fluent in Indonesian. I heard it quite amazed in my mind.

I'm nodding. “Iya. You can speak Indonesian, I never thought.”

Two women listened to our conversation. Martin Sakiranjana pours a drink, smilingly telling him to drink.

His father laughed for a moment. “Cause. You need to know I've been there a long time, I've been eating a lot of salt. What's more you say is why you use your words. I'm not comfortable hearing it, just say it as usual.”

“I feel uncomfortable if I do not say so.”

“Alright, it's up to you. Since Martin told me about you. Since then I have been curious about you. That's why I decided I wanted to meet today, especially with my wife and of course Martin.”

I drank some water that was poured by the woman sitting next to me. “By the way, you have a place of residence in Indonesia or how?” I continued to ask pleasantries.

I don't think his father explained at length. I just listened, took a drink back. That's actually my way of not being awkward.

“Martin likes to tell stories about you, saying you're the smartest student he's ever met.” His father said so. I stared slightly at Martin Sarikjana who looked smiling.

“It's redundant. I'm not as I thought. Even sometimes like to be confused with the words of the lecturer.” I answer honestly. That's what I am if I want to understand the explanation of the lecturer, I have to look deeper in the books.

When the teacher exits the room. I quickly approached him asking what book, what page. That's what I've been doing, understandable to all humans I'm not a smart person, but a person who studies hard from book to book.

Even a student at the recovery who was often exposed to lectures was me because I asked a lot, even that day was sleepy accidentally falling asleep. Look, a student who made the head lecturer almost break, maybe.

The lecturers almost shook their heads as they looked at me. I laughed and asked and asked. Without the slightest bit of boredom, I kept getting lectures so that IQ would increase he said.

“I'm curious. What exactly do lecturers say that makes you confused?” His father asked, staring hard at me.

“Almost all. The possibility of Martin Sirikanjana saying so clever is my intelligence in finding excuses. I am a student who is often exposed to lectures.” I answer honestly again, for what lies just say, whether he does not like, that's the reality.

I looked at Martin Sirakanjana who might not understand the language we spoke.

“ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ .” Dad, I know this Narak is a good person, he can also teach complicated tasks. That means he's a smart guy.

I didn't answer him enough wonder why he was connecting to what we were talking about, maybe at first glance guessing.

Dad laughed. “ ⁇ ⁇ ?” That is why smart people in this world sometimes do not admit that they are smart, but it is others who judge them. Isn't that how it is?

“.. ⁇ ?” Hmm.. What exactly did you guys just talk about?

Martin Sakirjana asked looking astonished. That's right isn't it? He was not understanding, the possibility before was just a coincidence his words fit with what we were talking about.

“. ⁇ .” Nothing, don't think about it. Quickly replied.

Dad laughed. “ ⁇ ⁇ .” We better eat first. After that we will continue to talk.

He glimpsed away his eyes. With a simple clap came the waiter to bring the food.

One two three. The food was placed on the table, the servants were agilely moving. Again, roasted chicken drenched in carrots steaming smoke, as well as soups and lobsters of large size.

Deep in my mind, I better choose roasted chicken drenched in carrots. I don't want anything else because it's my favorite food. Yes, carrots are my favorite with grilled chicken of course.

All the food and drinks were now neatly arranged at the table, where we were chatting, before I forgot to explain we were sitting at the dining table. The decoration of the room is arranged, although closed it seems I suspect this is a dining room.

I felt like I was at a king's banquet. Accompanied by a kind-hearted princess looking at me not insulting, even her parents gave a smile that I sincerely stared emanating happiness. Just a thank you sentence I can currently say inside. Look at the food that I am now eating with gratitude.

Did you know there was a moonlight in the middle of the night that I looked at that day, then disappeared in the vision, I don't know I was also confused why and why. Does that feeling change sometimes? I have no stand.

I have no stand like those who have the strength to go through the days with an attitude of constancy. In fact, sometimes often the difficulty in struggling more freely about life.