Recycling

Grasshopper Repeat Semester

I forgot my friend. He had many ways of reconciling the mood. Yes, his name is Sajak. One of the friends I forgot for a moment. Oops, lama. How long does High School Time feel.

How areya? Maybe he has now succeeded in achieving his dream of becoming an ambassador in America there. I don't know, I just guessed about it.

I need him now to get rid of the phrase love, but no. I decided I didn't want to contact him.

I seemed to come when I needed it, it seemed like there was no way I could contact him. Later he would tell me aloud about the beans that forgot the skin. Yes, forget the skin. Forgetting that friend is not good.

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Thursdays. Yes, Thursday is right when the sun is tilted to the west. Eve stared at the thick-lipped book. I was silently pensive without a sound, reading from one page to another.

Grandpa smile. “Grandfather likes to see you're busy reading.” He came up to me, starting a laugh that made me laugh.

I'm ready to find a guess. “Grandfather knows the difference between geese and ducks?” I finally found the right guess.

Grandpa seemed to think for a moment. I tried to hold back the laughter. Not because of what? Except for some reason it feels good. The laughter was purely from my pleasure sitting with my grandfather in the yard, staring at the vehicle. The store was closed an hour ago, he said he wanted to spend time with me.

The sun is moving west. The habits of grandfather and father first, he said so, often he repeated his words. My previous question has not been answered. It's likely that grandfather is still thinking of finding the answer.

“Did grandfather give up not answer my question earlier?” many ensure. Grandpa laughed a little louder than usual.

For a moment he nodded. After laughing he coughed, his habits. I have long been accustomed to seeing grandfather laughing and then coughing, usually after coughing his voice will turn raucous.

That's what I know about Grandpa. He is the one who is always there when I am alone. Is that bothering me? No, to me he doesn't bother me, just his presence makes me feel calm.

“You ask the difference between goose and duck, the answer is certainly different.” Grandpa smile. He looked at me like he was full of confidence in his words.

I'm nodding. “Yes, it's different. Then, what's the difference?” My previous question repeated.

Grandpa stands. “Hah, before you ask again, grandfather wants to ask. Have you ever looked at those two animals?”

“Enter.” I answered firmly, looking at the grandfather who was now sitting next to me again.

The passing vehicle was still fresh I stared at, I also heard his distinctive voice. In the courtyard of the house we sat down leisurely while staring at the sun that looked different than usual, surely it might be because of the authoritative aura of the grandfather who was now accompanying me.

Grandpa laughs. “That's, Man. You're asking something obvious you yourself know the answer to. Grandfather never knew about geese, but had heard of animals whose names were like that and the duck was after every harvest season in Nakhon Pathom. At that time the grandfather present witnessed hundreds or how many. Grandpa didn't want to count it. All the ducks were just released. The ducks immediately walked. One by one go to the rice fields, devouring snail pests hiding in the rice stump.”

He explained at length what his life experience was.

If you want to know the people in the land of White Elephants call it; “Ped lai thoong” which means “Duck chasing the field.”

“Man, about the difference between goose and duck. What's with your question? Did you deliberately question it to make grandfather unable to answer it?” Grandfather had finished telling me at length about his experience, now looking at me with a light question that almost made my head loading quickly looking for answers.

I grinned. “It's just a light question, grandfather knows wall and floor. That's what I mean.”

Grandpa looked at me seriously. “Do not discuss it again. You better just think about the grasshopper that will interfere with your harvest later.”

“Balust?” I was obviously surprised to hear it. A moment of scratching your head. What's wrong with grasshoppers? Grandpa wanted to play words with me. For a moment of quick thought, my brain wandered in search and continued to search. Unfortunately, I did not find the meaning of Grandpa's words.

“You know the mantis repeat semester?” Grandpa asked, making me even more confused. He shook his head, saying he knew nothing.

“That's a term that grandfather coined during college first. In fact, my grandfather's friend used the term when advising students who want to enter the toughest stage in their lives.” Grandpa explained back. The toughest stage, yes I know it, now I also just know apparently what grandfather mentioned before is just a term made by himself, it's appropriate that I don't know anything about the grasshopper re-term.

“Can grandpa explain it to me?” This time I was really curious. What do semester break grasshoppers mean? I don't know, now want to know the answer straight from grandfather's mouth.

“You sure want to know the answer?” Grandpa asked, like a person who wanted to be sure. I guess grandpa hesitated to say it or not to me.

“Grandfather doesn't want to make you uncomfortable when he hears it.” Grandpa looked at me strongly. My curiosity is growing. Inwardly I said come on, grandfather tell me.

Did Grandpa deliberately say it half-way? His words made me even more curious.

“I'm sure a thousand percent want to know the answer directly about the purpose of the previous grandfather's words.” I am sure not only a hundred, but a thousand if necessary a billion percent I am sure as sure without exception.

Actually what is the answer about the meaning of the mantis repeat semester. Right, I don't know the answer to his understanding. Now that the day had not changed the night, I repeatedly urged grandfather to answer my questions. Whatdoes thatmean? Please elaborate.

Like a child. As if I was whining, asking for candy. Gosh gosh? It is too, but let it be, I must know the answer. The afternoon was getting dim, the street lights were on, some vehicles were getting quiet from my current view.

Grandpa mendehem. “Look, soon today will turn night, forget it. Grandpa has something else to take care of. People order problems with stacked notes.”

Grandfather left, leaving me with the curiosity I was trying to eliminate. Not far away, grandfather cried. “Man, you'll know for yourself. Grandpa doesn't need to tell you.”

I looked over for a moment, looking at the grandfather who was inside the house. He laughed out a raucous voice, his trademark that I often heard. Now that the sun had sunk there, I just fell down, spending all sentence after sentence wanting to pour out.

Than thinking. I decided to take the water. Get out of my seat now. The Maghreb has arrived with beauty, a call for me to carry out my religious orders and as a duty of a Muslim.

Such is. There are many things I don't know. Perhaps, what grandfather said is true, someday I will understand the meaning of the Belalang Deuteronomy Semester. I don't know, right now believing alone won't make me lose, smiling looking at him with joy and gratitude in a puff of calm breath.