Recycling

A Cup of Coffee Accompanying

I love coffee with my friends. We both sat chatting together in a coffee shop that was not so crowded, the atmosphere was so beautiful, cool to taste. I was swept away by the music of the bamboo rustling they sounded. Tranquilize.

All I did was drink it and enjoy it.

My friend grumbled as if cursing and chuckling while mocking me because now I love coffee and enjoy it with a radiant face.

“Haha ... friend, you have changed apparently!” He patted me on the shoulder hard enough, almost choking me.

In my mind, my mind fended off all the words it said. In this world, I never knew where my destiny was going, the pen continued to scratch words until I found something new, found me with an atmosphere I rarely met, even found something I did not like.

There is indeed something that wants to be summarized in a magazine, but as if the desire blinds the view. I can do nothing, I can only surrender and surrender and I leave everything to the Almighty.

“That's it, you languish grinning by twirling a complicated word!”

“What are you talking about? From earlier why the twirling is not clear?”

“That's my trademark, man. Describing something through a slight slope.”

“Tak same and not as easy as you say, I was confused by your word!” He continued to grumble, but I was busy writing what was in the imagination, pouring it in the form of writing.

Do you know that? my imagination is overflowing with a confused note, even full of scribbles that make me almost desperate, but determination and passion make it a push, I will continue to learn to string words, he said, even knit it in a beautiful knitted form.

However, do not insult me because I always get carried away, I will try and keep trying.

Yet, strangely. My friend always mocked all the works I had written, but his ridicule did not make me back down, instead making me more excited in writing.

I am excited to prove that I can too. That is, even I take it as a challenge.

“So you are busy writing something that has no benefit. Wh why? Is that your hobby, man? I'm confused by you, why aspire to become a writer when you have no talent for writing!” teasing her while questioning my reasons for choosing to be a writer.

“Oh, Don't get confused, friend! Writing is my way to get rid of boredom even though for some people my writing is messy. Yes, it is messy,” I replied with a smile that might look a little annoying to him.

A cup of coffee has become history in the course of my life yesterday. The coffee given by Wapta, I drank it all up to run out, there was no water left only the traces of the coffee, the powder that did have a black color.

On a cold morning, I was again brewing it in a glass. Yeah, like I do now, in a coffee shop with my friend, we both sat together chatting with the accompanying sips of coffee.

He always supported my intention to write, even though sometimes what my friends said was true, my writing did not make sense, sometimes often came out a plot that deviated from the story and it was quite confusing, it was quite confusing, plot holes scattered in the script I made.

That bitter cup of coffee accompanied my days of writing, making my mind go round, looking for grooves that were a little different from people.

I drank the coffee slowly, sipped it for a sip, and inhaled the aroma of the coffee I liked.

“Lebay!” teasing him seemed to want to arouse my spirit because for me the more he mocked, I would get more excited in writing.

“Don't go first, sit with me for a while, I want to chat more with you!” he said he was holding me back.

“What do you want to talk to me about? Why do your eyes look so serious?” ask me while sitting the body to its original place.

“How about we share stories with each other? Tell me a life story you now feel!” said him in a cool-sounding tone, even as if rhythmic.

“Alright, I'll tell you, a story about my love to a woman.”

“Women!? Are you in love?" he asked me with a look of a face that looked dumbfounded. Maybe, is it because I've been around so long that she looks at me like that? I don't know.

“Yes, a woman I like, I'm confused how to tell her how I feel, what do you think? Will this taste remain me as quiet as the sky that holds rain. Oh, guys. Can you help me find a way out of all this?”

I told him about a love, a feeling I find difficult to express to a woman and asked for a solution from her, I hope she can give me the right solution.

At that place, in a not so crowded coffee shop, we both enjoyed coffee with a peaceful atmosphere.

Sharing life stories with each other, he frowned while putting the coffee cup to the table then he said, “My advice, don't rush to say it!”

I heard from what he said, I flinch from feeling that the solution I can't accept, then I question it, “Why? What's wrong with saying love feelings to her?”

“It's not so, friend. My point is that love needs a process to grow, take root, do not approach it before it grows up, both people if they both love each other and are harbored, the love will grow bigger!” he said while sipping coffee.

“You know a lot about this, I'm amazed with you friend!” I said, twirling the coffee cup, trying to accept his words.

Now, the two of us were silent for a moment, not saying a word, the atmosphere turned silent.

I broke the silence by continuing, “I understand now! I'll choose not to say it, I'll also hide it, keep it all, whether until when I can keep it.”

I continued my words while leaving. “Ah, Never mind .. I want to continue working, so I say goodbye. Thank you friend for the time you gave me, I learned a lot from you about things I can't feel!”

My mind describes a piece of glass falling from the top of the building, fifty stories high, the piece of glass falling and crumbling with blinding hope, merely expressing the heart feeling that now befalls me.

“Betting? I felt that I could not bear this increasingly heightened sense,” muttered me with raging feelings, not necessarily direction.

I just wanted to try it, muffle the feelings I now feel. I thought about a provision that God had outlined. I believe the destiny of life, soul mate and death is within His grasp.

If one day me and Wapta are destined to be a match, we will meet and foster a relationship in the marriage contract.

However, if he and I are not a match, I will accept it with a spacious heart, a calm chest, making himself happy with others.

I had no desire to go to work, preferring to go home, trying to reconcile my heart with something that made me tremble. I can't explain it, it even feels so heartbreaking.