Recycling

Colors that can remove longing

The air in the morning was cold, even though there was no wind blowing. The big hot air-sized sky that often shines on the surface of the sky has not been able to be seen. The sun is still shy to hide behind the earth.

In a moment, I felt that it would appear shining brightly illuminating a part of the planet, rather the city I was currently treading.

The blackish hair on this head had been wet, similarly the whole body had been drenched in soapy foam. My habit is to shower every day. I actually memorized the moves I made. The water I dropped from a sprig of dipper.

Start the head flowing whole. That's the daily activity that everyone knows, only sometimes the way is different. For some it is not important to discuss. Right now I'm talking about it, obviously I'm writing it all down.

If the script editor reads this writing, it could be that moment he frowned and said all kinds of things, never get angry as I like to write with many styles and so forth.

Right now I don't want to be burdened by her proper speech on that night. Leave everything. Writing for me is free and for a script editor, consider it a note, not just writing.

Someday I will present this article directly to him. The script editor who hit my script that day and said that the editor who also hit my script for the first time was his friend.

For me this is the destiny that has been outlined by the Almighty. I have to keep trying to make him shocked when reading this article, the writing I wrote deliberately wanted to make him frown.

Morning time. It's still early morning, six o'clock less. The characteristic that I often feel when the morning arrives is after bathing, my body easily shivers. The water in the tub felt like a melting block of ice.

Yes, as soon as I try to finish when the movement arrives pouring water, a little soap is okay. Already fragrant.

I saw the hour after the bath, only six minutes passed. Not as long as I think. Fast moving or faster which I might be thinking about the record for the longest shower of three hours or thirty minutes.

Grandpa said he'd take a bath longer than me. An hour less than six minutes. Not bad, the fastest record is probably currently held by me. Faster than grandpa.

I obviously do not want to know the records that have been often said grandfather. One thing for sure is that I know grandfather is just a fabrication, not serious.

It's not important to me either. I don't want to think about it any longer, it's more time-wasting and exhausting.

“Man, man. Hurry up, what time is it?” Grandpa exclaimed again. I hurried to come over.

Surely it was neatly dressed as usual, before grandfather exclaimed after a considerable distance of time.

Get there. Grandma had come, sat at the dinner table, looked at me smiling. “ ⁇ ?” When did grandma arrive? l asked.

“ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ .” Yeah, just now. Let's start eating it.

“Okey.”

I sit down slowly. Smiling at them both. The food is ready at the table, some simple side dishes with the characteristic of the grandfather who began to sing first.

Grandfather's voice is usually raucous when talking, but a miracle when the moment rejoiced dehem. His voice adjusts the rhythm, the clear tone is heard comfortably.

Been in poetry. Done it. Grandpa told me to lead—read the meal prayer.

Wait, sec. Why me? Just this time he told me, but it's okay. I momentarily expanded my mind, continuing to read in a loud voice in front of my grandfather and grandmother. Yes, so habituated. Finished praying. Prayers that most people know. I don't need to mention.

We started eating. One by one the side dishes are tasted. In the morning who was still silently talking, also the members of the people seemed some were still sleeping soundly, silent on the mattress. Some different kinds of activities. We are one of the residents of this city who has been busy themselves, moving hands to help food get to the oral cavity.

The three of us often had breakfast. Enjoy the words of gratitude. It's been a long time since I first arrived in Thailand.

Grandpa and grandmother often give a word that they prioritize about the pattern of life to be awake. Maintains balance in terms of health.

If anyone asks who is the most special person in the world to me? In my life I have only two people who are so special to me that I feel in numbers.

Yes, two people who are able to defeat thousands or even billions of people in this world who for me also I do not know them all one by one.

I only know a few people I meet often. A smile that appears from within, radiates to the surface of the face. They have given a lot of the best words in a sense of life about togetherness.

Maybe that's the reason why I sometimes feel strange things.

The strange thing I couldn't look at for longer was like staring at the sun, dazzling.

I have been staring at silence for a long time. Frozen in silence until it felt like both my eyes were flowing tears of pain or what at that time I felt clearly everything.

The shape of the image appears like a hologram, the screen appears in sci-fi action films that I think are all just false fantasies.

Loving Wapta and continuing to miss him for me is just a form of false wishful thinking that incarnates an angel of dreams full of soft words, warm looks and a smile that they are beautiful. When someone asks who is wrong? Answer's me.

I was wrong about everything. That's probably the best. Slowly forgetting or not, I think the same. Remembering it or not is the same. Wapta is still Wapta.

He will continue to be in the heart. A woman without me understanding. He is the one I often look up to in my memory, whom I often miss and everything. If I dredge the ground, make a trench that contains my love paper on it maybe the trench will be filled with ink.

I learned a little bit of poetry. The end of it all stopped in the middle of the road. Heavy, my head hurt. My lips were once confused and my vocabulary was not as good as someone else's.

I really want to be able to chant verses that are able to reconcile the arteries of the storm. Not the one who makes themselves miserable or buried dead because of remembering longing.

My friend used to be called Sajak once said about one thing that makes me ring until now, but now I don't want to clearly remember it.

Two people in front of me. Grandpa and grandma had treated the longing that lingered in my mind. And what's the reason? I did not know the figure of the two of them had filled my days a lot, had given a lot of color beauty that I clearly looked and felt.

A color that can erase this longing for a woman I love so much, I love so much.

“Come, add more, Man.” Grandpa looked at me who finished eating first.

I smile. “Alhamdulillah, already full this, cake.”

“You must be lying, grandpa saw a plate you said full? You should know, man. The man's strong muscles are iron bones. If you eat that, how can you be strong, your bones will porous.”

I laughed hearing that. Where there is, grandfather seems to want to make up something that makes me eat more. Grandma beside him seemed to be as comfortable as a smile to justify what Grandpa did to me.

I know my grandmother doesn't speak Indonesian. It was likely that he saw and understood the movements of the grandfather who told me to add rice in a style that seemed to indicate body language cues.

If you want to know grandfather turned out to have another way that makes me mangut-mangut agree to add rice to the plate. Grandma was staring at the laughter, even though I knew she didn't speak Indonesian. Grandpa was the same when it came to laughter.

That time. I also laughed with them. All right, my plate portion is now increasing. In fact, my stomach is full, really full because of an invitation from grandfather.

I smiled, received it with a light heart and mind, continued to eat enjoying the gift of the Almighty in front of me with them. Those who have given a lot of color.

The color that was able to erase my longing all this time, the color that I felt showed a fantastic super-debur beauty, the color that I long stared at was silent and never felt bored.