Recycling

Drowsiness on the sidelines of your own pieces

The quarrels that occurred in the group of storks destroyed the tones of romance, making chaos and uproar throughout the city, it felt different from all that existed.

The worry that I now felt like the world was spinning with a very fast spin hit the feeling with a continuous hit.

On the other hand, I felt a slight difference from what I had experienced, an uncertain feeling, somehow this feeling, explaining it or talking about it. It's free.

Meanwhile, I had heard the poet had given fire a sense of pride as if the world was narrow with no meaning, a glimpse of snowflakes in the south erasing the traces of the adventurer, he said, leave nothing else.

As the southern wind blows, the cold greets with a smile, adding a sense of curiosity.

Ah ... Again I wrote something that made no sense to the mind. I was still staring at the writing on the paper I wrote myself, it looked so messy.

That's a note of mine. My messy-looking writing was filled with scribbles, the lines that adorned the right and left sides of the sheet of paper, I took a breath, silent at the writing.

I love writing, but look how messy it used to be. Examples of inappropriate letters and punctuation: JaNgAn, pErNaH meNgeLuH. That's a bit of a miswritten picture. Posts that don't use EYD.

Now, it feels like I want to tear it up or I'll just burn it, let this feeling turn to calm. Note paper that seemed scattered, scattered unkempt. I'm tired of putting it together to look neat.

With breath. I went back to writing word-by-sentence using sheets that I saw were worn out by scribbles.

As well as other problems, when writing there is a piece of sad that envelops this heart with mixed feelings of doubt, somehow this feeling feels bitter? It feels like something is stuck in your mind and mind.

Nevertheless, all that I lived with patience that unintentionally bitterness and sadness even led me to the path of worry. I was confused about determining the direction of the footing.

Which direction will I go. I didn't know it, anxiety came over me and every time and day seemed to be filled with confusion, making the footsteps hard to stand on, tracing the trail to the future.

“Wooyyy .. stop writing it, quickly lift this item!” Wapta rambled at me, while I continued to write. I was busy and neglected from work.

“Casual. Such an item, light weight!” I said with a gercep lifting the item. Show me my burly muscles.

Wapta stared with a look of admiration, clearly visible in both of his eyes looking at me with a light of admiration. Behold, this thing which I lift up is light, you know not, what is the heaviest thing in the world, for me only one is to say my love to you. That's the toughest, Wapta.

But that's the feeling. I don't want to say it, sick and sweet let me swallow it alone.

I sat down at one of the tables again, why? feels exhausting. It was then that I started to get sleepy, but I tried to fight it with the ability I had. Unfortunately, I still can't do it, even it feels sad.

I realized that the night had passed, changing the day that now made me sad, the limitations that I had as a human being, was powerless to resist the delusion that became sad.

I don't know what I can do? Quiet

The night is over, both my eyes are unable to stare, even want to sleep. At work, I was sleepy with my mouth wide open, even flies could get into it.

Wapta repeatedly woke me up, patted my shoulders and shoulders, even hit my empty stomach, no food. It hurts

At work, I yawned many times with my mouth wide open, while Wapta who saw me looked astonished and asked, “You why, Nar? Did you sleep less last night?”

“Iya. Yesterday night, I had trouble sleeping, even waking up all night,” I said while sleepy.

“Everything don't stay up dong, so sleepy, right now!” the word Wapta rambled with its distinctive voice.

From the looks of it, that's how I was, I couldn't do the job because I was sleepy as if I was sleepy damning the day I'm meeting now, Wapta told me to stay seated and rest. I also rest.

Accidentally, I fell asleep in a sitting state, I did not know how long it had been asleep until I woke up from falling from the seat. I screamed in pain, stroking the part that hurt from falling off the seat.

Wapta came up to me, he chuckled at me as usual, he blurted out his line, whereas I just listened while nodding.

This sleepiness may be because at night, I was hindered from sleeping and it may be day to pick me up quietly, wanting to take me to a comfortable dreamland, fly with those beautiful twilight geese.

Nevertheless, I kept holding my eyes back from sleeping for the work I was arranging, in the face of sleepiness, I asked Wapta to keep waking up to not let me fall asleep.

However, these two eyes were still sleepy, I was unable to resist that perplexing feeling.

A chunk of ice at the south pole carries a cold wind blowing through the sidelines of clothing, the cold tells the desire to stay afloat, It is as if the chunks and cold are advising not to give up, except to the destination.

“Severe. Why does this feel so hard? Make my sleepiness even more uncontrollable!” my mind, while both my eyes closed by themselves.

Suddenly I was shocked and woke up because just one pinch had landed on my body and it hurt a lot! I screamed in pain, well with a very loud rhythm.

“Aduhh .. That's not how you are, you are so outrageous!” I said sponged in surprise. The pinch is from Wapta. He used a way that to me was vile, even though his intentions were good to wake me up.

Wapta just laughed as if he did not feel guilty, sure I was the one who originally told him to help me to overcome the sleepiness problem, but the way Wapta did it was very much different from what was on my mind.

I was overreacting in response to this, I kept trying to resist the drowsiness that was knocking at the boundary of the door of consciousness.

Wapta advised me to drink coffee, but I didn't like coffee because its bitter taste and sticky texture traumatized my past.

It's okay, I just don't like coffee from its sticky texture that makes my teeth feel sticky.

Tightly?? like glue, am I overdoing it? Ah, forget that sticky sentence.I said in my heart while pursing my lips.

However, Wapta is like a wind that keeps blowing forcing me to drink it, while I am like a tree leaf blown by the wind.

I obeyed wherever Wapta blew me, but to be honest, I was forced to drink that bitter, sticky coffee.

Before, the cup of coffee I took with both hands, I drank it slowly sip for a sip with feelings mixed with dislike.

I don't like coffee very much. From childhood until now, my life history sipped coffee water only once. No more than number one.

At that time I was at a celebration event, one of the pilgrimages told me to drink coffee. That was the first moment, I didn't like it.

At that time I felt clear, the bitter taste and the texture was sticky, making my face shriveled because of the taste I did not like.

From then on again, I repeated that I did not like coffee, and now that all that has changed, now this is an important event that I have experienced.

The glass of water that contained the coffee I drank. Drowsiness and fatigue are now reduced. Honestly, in the beginning I drank it, the first sip still remembered the moment of blasphemy, bitter and sticky.

However, I tried to get used to it and tried to enjoy a sip of coffee more freely, only this time I felt comfortable drinking it.

When I was a kid, I didn't like coffee until now, ten years have passed, have gone through the change from summer to rainy season, and vice versa. At that time, I was seven years old. Attending a celebration event, bad at that time. In fact, my wry face was laughed at by everyone present.

I clearly remember that activity. Today, exactly seventeen years of my age. The coffee I gulped with the feeling of receiving bitterness and what I called in childhood. Now, I have accepted it.

The advice that Wapta gave and his coercion had made a new history in my life. After I drank coffee, I thanked Wapta because he had forced me to drink coffee that I was so traumatized, now it has all turned into likes.

Although, he seemed surprised to ask for an explanation and reason about the thank you sentence I had said.

It's okay, you don't need to know, I also want to thank you for everything. Thank you for all the love and everything that has worked in the life you have given me.