Recycling

The Eighth Network

I stepped out of the room. Down the stairs back to the dining room before. There I saw my grandparents still casually chatting with warm eyes using thai language.

The language I learned is head-dropping. That's the evidence of learning first, only now get results that are fairly decent. Said I was still stiff and impressed my tongue like it was falling apart.

Slowly I can now speak a thai language that makes my mind become fresh when listening to the voice of people chatting, otherwise once imagined in my memory sucks.

Like a mattress that is not soft, for a long time the body hurts, the head also hurts. That was before I studied hard to want to master the language, even stringing the action on a sheet of paper that is often scribbled, throw it in the trash can.

Even now I never expected this series to reach eight. This was before where about an uncertain love affair and I had combined all the flavors I had for Wapta.

Not for anyone, I think all of this is just for her that I somehow left behind, as well as a glimpse of the events that I had been through with my grandparents. My daily life is passing through a world that is very beautiful to me now.

Bleakest? No, I don't think so, but I can't deny that I used to think my life was bleak, the kind of conjecture I felt. The sparkle that made my eyes sting.

In fact, now I prove it myself about the change of hours to hours to days that have given meaning in my life so far.

As long as this passes with pieces that are no longer the same, time continues to leave me with some surprises. Moreover, what I feel will feel peaceful to remember.

Grateful to live with a healthy body and the words spoken in every step staring at the world into various regions.

Even though I know a piece of metal can be crushed and a piece of wood can be broken. It seems like a heart like a broken crab claw will gradually start to grow new claws as time changes.

It's just about the crab that day I went to one of the many crab shelters. Animals that to me are super fantastic can regenerate and grow claws that have been broken.

Even changing shells. It was likely the same heart that I felt tormenting myself and I fell to the bottom of the abyss of longing and was tossed about in the ocean, being and muttering in the shade of anxiety.

Wind exposure in the dry season. The heat of almost steaming degrees, especially my feeling of saying various things speech uncertainty.

About life is like the words of grandfather like a shining star, one day it will be dim. Stars in the night sky.

I believe what is best for the moment reconciles the mood. Stepping in with one sure feeling that hopefully I will be able to successfully treat a broken heart problem.

It's just a matter of time and my longing will one day disappear and find its bright spot later on.

Still morning. If you want to not mess up first. Many smiles.

“Grandpa, grandma. Heehe.” A strange smiling voice.

Same thing, I feel weird myself. Grandpa and Grandma thank God they didn't say that. Sometimes friends call that crazy behavior. Gosh gosh? Friends who like to say anything.

I approached with a warm smile, picking up the bag. A moment of silence, set an intention to leave.

Everyday prayers that I say in my mind. That's a spirit enhancer. In fact, I felt something that multiplied the energy in my soul as if it gave rise to such a dazzling color.

Grandpa looked at each other with a smiling-looking grandmother. Do not forget to say hello and ask for prayer before leaving.

At this time I ask for a prayer to be avoided from the killer lecturer who likes to scold me is not clear.

He is a teacher who sucks and when he heard my ears like electrocuted stuck out all over the body. Like being thrown into the ocean, my breath wafts tiredly swimming inland. Almost drowned.

Even I felt strange, at that time I was told to do dozens of page assignments, just because I forgot to say hello and give a smile to him.

I'm staring at Grandpa now. “I feel better hearing grandfather's lecture than having to hear a lecturer's lecture which to me is very annoying.”

Grandpa laughs. “Man, the lecturer scolded you for sure you were also wrong, often daydreaming!”

I am now silent to the words of my grandfather which to me is a little true.

“Man, you must be patient. Rest assured that the lecturer has a reason to scold you that you may become a useful creature someday, even take the good side of the lecture. Even if you think it sucks, at least you can learn to fix your mistakes in his eyes.”

Grandpa continued to speak. While I now pretend to tidy up the folds of hands that are already neat.

For that I think there is a point, but grandfather did not know about some mistakes that for me the lecturer was deliberately jail. I mentioned it before. Just because that time forgot to say hello and give a smile to him. It was to me a small mistake and why it was exaggerated. Gosh gosh?

I do not want to say things to grandfather that just grandfather would not understand my problem with the lecturer.

I want to shift the topic. Usually after shaking hands a conversation between someone will stop for a moment. Sure enough Grandpa stopped talking, praying that I would always be patient.

“Patience is the most important thing for someone to keep going and that is the key to success, Man.” Grandpa continued to speak.

I raised my head after I looked down earlier. “Thank you, grandpa. For the next I will remember it.”

“Well. Good, you have to keep patient.”

I'm nodding. “Definitely. Insha Allah.”

I must have said at the beginning and at the end I think some people like me can't just be patient. I don't know why there are more violent storms hitting this wall of mind.

Hopefully with the speech is deep and the mind will always be patient. Because the sentence of prayer and speech contained good meaning in it is above everything.

“Man, it's about patience. Now the conversation is different, grandpa wants to ask if you want to know how long you spent looking in the mirror?”

Grandfather asked after shaking hands with me, like switching the subject.

He stared at the watch. Now, I immediately set my eyes, staring at my clock. Grandfather gave a light, uncomplicated question.

Easy to answer, I want to laugh. “How much? Just ten minutes,” I said without letting grandfather answer.

Actually at that time I reflected for a minute, I thought it was not up. A little long daydreaming near the window.

Grandpa shook his head. “No, Man. You misunderstood the question!”

“Eh, wrong?” I said flabbergasted. “How is it possible, why is it wrong?”

I can't just hear it. It's nothing, just a little protest what he means, fishing grandfather talk is quite tiring.

“Grandfather asked you this question Do you want to know how long you spent looking in the mirror? The answer is two, Man. You want to know or not.”

Oh, my God, I just get it now. Patting jidat. Grandpa explained it enough to make me pretend to laugh.

“That's strong evidence, Man. You have been busy thinking about that woman until your brain is not smart.” Grandfather kind of sharpened his speech, but the look on his face was very different.

I even laughed when I heard it. The moment it stared fixedly with a strong conjecture in my mind. “Oowwwuh, grandfather must have said he wanted to give a follow-up lecture.”

A moment of laughter wanted to joke with grandfather who previously also laughed differently, even though this sounded crisp. But, the laughter can break the atmosphere that feels together sometimes makes it more special. The atmosphere even thumped the heart to laugh.

It's still morning and the sun is now showing its clear light in the eyes of people on the outside there, as he said don't be upset first, a lot of smiles.