Recycling

The Seventh Network

Music is welcoming the day. Look at the city of Bangkok this morning, the atmosphere is calm and peaceful. I woke up from a good dream last night. My dream is to meet the beloved of a heart I have long loved, a dream that feels so real.

“Man, Man, wake up! You want an omelet or a round egg, Man?” Grandpa exclaims.

The desing of a cooling device or something goes off clearly in my ear. It's still 05:46. For me, this is a good time to exercise. A moment of push-ups, lightening the body, almost forgot to answer the cry of grandfather.

“Man, ooy, Man. What did you do last night until now late wake up, you know the neighbor's chicken has been crowing since four o'clock earlier.” Grandpa exclaimed again.

I grinned, stopping the muscle training. Ready screaming. “Iya, it's up.”

This move spurred me to run. Hurrying over to the grandfather who seemed to be in the kitchen, cooking the eggs. I at a glance guessed from his call gave a choice.

Arrive in the kitchen. “Neither asleep? Grandfather called you and you didn't say anything.”

“Lack of sound.” I answered while scratching my head to act honestly.

“Which grandmother?” I asked to look around, there was only my own grandfather who was busy dealing with eggs.

“Dia to market.” Grandpa speaking.

“Oh, market. Alone?”

“Yes, who else is it?” Grandpa asked back.

“Why not say?” turning again.

“You're busy sleeping. Just bothering your grandma doesn't want—” Grandpa explained like cut off. He continued cooking eggs.

“Eh. Cake, I'm an omelet. Don't be round.” I quickly stopped him. Honey, that egg has been stuck in a boiled pot.

“Why not say daritadi, this has already entered the pot, ready to cook.”

“Tapi—”

“Udah, already, you don't have much to protest, just enjoy!” replied grandfather steady the tone of speech.

“Good. This time it's okay. Tomorrow-tomorrow better omelette, Kek.”

I protest a little, of course, a round egg aka boiled it feels less like I like. I prefer omelettes, just about the taste.

“Tomorrow if you wake up late again, grandfather will make round eggs again. What time is it now?” ask grandpa.

“Six hours less ten minutes.” I answered while looking at the watch.

Grandpa frowning. “Ribet once what you mentioned it. Call it five o'clock past fifty minutes, what's the trouble? That's easier to understand, more convenient to hear.”

I laughed, scratching my head. “Eh, don't you know that's my habit every grandpa asks about the clock?”

I asked to make sure. Actually that's my habit which of course grandfather often heard, but only now he reprimands me. There was likely something else that plagued his mind, I didn't want to guess more.

“Grandfather knows that's just the reason you want to defend yourself.” Grandpa quickly replied.

“Well, where were you last night? After praying maghrib go do not say the same grandfather.” He continued to talk.

“Oh, that ... yesterday maghrib, I went to see the script editor.” I said honestly, I don't want to lie.

“What's right, aren't you wrong? Meet the script editor until that late?” Grandpa asked making me cringe.

Indeed, when I arrived home late at night, I thought grandfather did not know and was asleep. When I arrive, enter the house. The situation is silent.

I didn't know that my grandfather knew about my arrival. Grandpa seems like that night is awake or why? At this time I am reluctant to ask him, especially grandfather asked like to make sure, where might I ask back, then other prejudices will arise.

Actually late at night I went through without a conversation. What meeting was discussed at that time that made me arrive that late? I said there's nothing left until late at night. More precisely I came home from the meeting place between me and the script editor, I did not discuss anything. Just silent to everything.

I don't want to honestly explain any more details. “Grandfather need not know, this is a secret only I know.” I said a simple reason with a little laugh.

I was driving then. In the night filled with stars. The environment around me felt a moment of silence. Staring at the lights in Bangkok.

Quiet noise. The night breeze echoed, blowing slowly felt fresh into the clothes gap. Provides an inner calm. Eve can help me to eliminate the suffering of memory.

I stared at the light. My thoughts were scattered, many forms of annoyance sentence drawn so easily that it made me stop the speed of the vehicle. Wandering for hours on the streets.

That's what's really going on. A lot of time I spent silent in daydreams, I do not want to explain in more detail, more detail later spelled out more because for me it is also not important. The excitement that momentarily struck, even I myself felt that I did not want to discuss it.

Confusion looking for an excuse, grandfather instead laughed, momentarily patting my shoulder.

“You knew before grandpa was just joking. How was your meeting with the script editor?”

A moment of scratching your head. “Come face to face. Grandpa knew it turned out that the script editor I met was acting like a lion. He was ferocious and wanted to eat me alive.”

Joking moment. Starting with the classic drama I've seen. The story of the wanderer who had a brave soul against the lion. Blursh. blursh. Thank goodness, Grandpa is laughing at me.

“You're serious?” Grandpa asked as if hesitating to hear my words.

Laughter ceased. My story of the wanderer was equally stifled. For a moment of thought until I returned a quick nod and yes, which in the end I broke the atmosphere with one mainstay of laughter.

It seems like grandfather had to laugh or be sincere. I don't know, what is certain is that the sound of laughter is said to be a kind of virus that is quickly transmitted. We both laugh at each other now. Grandpa showed a bright cheerful face. I'm the same with him.

Do you know about that kind of blue sky that beautiful people look at he said.

Not felt, all this was not felt. I feel happy that I have been through so much in my past life. Regarding what was stated in the sheet of paper, the reply sentence of the letter of Wapta that day, also met with one of the script editors who greatly outlined the fire limits of patience.

After being satisfied with laughter. Grandpa doesn't care anymore. Grandpa was busy dealing with the kitchen.

Never be disturbed. When it comes to cooking, grandfather wants to be alone, even grandma is prohibited from cooking. This grandfather was somewhat different from most of the people I knew.

I walk. Sit at the table, pick up the apples that are located there. Red fruit in one of the fairy tales. Yes, a fairy tale about a snow princess.

If you want to know since childhood, I really like fairy tales about snow princesses. Especially about dwarves.

Well, I don't want to spread my story all over the place. Looks like if the script editor stares at my writing, maybe he'll shake his head again. Actually from the beginning I wanted to try new things, but this self seemed unable to until that's what I can, difficult to change.

“What is this apple, cake?” I pretend to be plain.

Grandpa was busy. In the morning, it seemed like grandfather was so eager to cook, so busy that he did not say my words as usual. Always has.

“You asked what was that?” Grandpa looked.

I'm quite smiling. Show the apple in my hand with a little repeat of the previous one.

Grandpa shook his head. “Man, Man. You never changed apparently, as long as Grandpa knew you. All this time, your behavior has not changed. Grandpa wants to ask how old you are now? Don't you answer me, man. Everyone knows you've been a long time, have armpit hair, have been in college. Actually, Man. What are you asking that is the question of a six-year-old, you still want to be like that?”

With a quick and loud voice, Grandfather looked at me strongly. I who he stared at immediately grinned, also scratching my head was confused to answer him. I told you, I often reflex in this, accidentally. It appeared to itself as pure as my habits.

I'm laughing a little. “I'm just joking, grandpa don't know jokes?”

Yes, I have a reason. This time I will win. Huhuyy, grandfather must have immediately admitted defeat because he heard it. Uh, wait a minute? It seems like something is wrong with my words. Gosh darn.

“That's your weird habit you should cut back on, man. Come on, quickly pour the rice into the dish, soon this boiled egg will ripen. Ready umbrella before rain, understand what grandfather means?”

I nodded in laughter. “Present once.”

That's my relationship with my grandfather that feels special to me. Calm, a pure sense of joy is present as the silence of the water in the mountains.

I don't need to be sad about my previous life, however now, my life is surrounded by people who always make me feel happy.

I was just about to pour rice on the plate. Grandpa suddenly paled. “Eh, later on, Man!”

“What's up, cake?” manya curious.

“Grandfather just remembered you just woke up straight to the kitchen. Take a shower, man. Uh, how could you yourself forget to take a shower?” grandpa said as if flicking my ears made me scratch my head.

“Yes, I haven't had a bath actually didn't forget. It was my grandfather who called me here.” This reason to me makes sense, before he called me.

“What you're saying, Man. Come on, quickly take a shower first later eat loose it depart.” Grandfather said.

Alright, I nodded quickly carrying out what was said by him.

“Well, don't take long bath!” Grandpa cried out to warn me.

I looked at it briefly, “Iya, guarantee the bath is only ten minutes finished.”

Grandpa who heard laughing. Ten minutes? Wow, the record for the longest shower I think you know. I answer as per custom, for me a shower where it can be fast.

Forget about it. How far does this leg keep stepping into the bath. Yes, not far away I arrived, when it was silent for about a minute staring at the water in the tub.

That's where the water was touched it felt cold. Creeper to the bone it feels like. I momentarily thought inwardly. Just breathe while pouring water into the body.

Beuh, cold. The water slowly I clearly felt permeated and spread throughout the body. I rubbed my face repeatedly, letting out a distinctive cold voice trying to forcefully continue to shower.

Too much, yeah. That's a fucking god. This is the seventh series, just a word into a sentence up to a paragraph.

Actually this story has long since been assembled into a random arrangement. And sorry, again sorry because this story does not give much impression of beauty in life, let alone what the script editor said the other day about the shortcomings in terms of writing rules and so forth.