Recycling

Cat Smile

“I didn't expect, Narak. Now you're getting better at making excuses.”

The old man whispered. When I accused Martin Sirikanjana of saying that he was my girlfriend, I whispered back that it was not true and that is what he whispered. Calling me good at making excuses.

“Honestly, what's the trouble?” The old man seemed to want to corner me even more.

You know, old man. If I explain to you at length about this, I think it'll be time out now just for the unfaithful sentences. Because actually my love is only scratched on one name that until now I could not tell him directly.

That woman is Wapta. A name I will never forget. It will never be replaced by anyone.

“Ah. I'm sorry, you must be ashamed to tell me, right?”

Now I'm running out of vocabulary to answer. Choosing in my own mind, yes, for me what means an accusation that might also the old man deliberately said so to make me go wrong.

“You're a strange man, Narak. Shy and what should I ask that woman?”

When I heard it, I was shocked. Gosh, this is for me already entering a dangerous level! Messed up. I say forget it immediately, there is no benefit when the woman you tell or not.

Because I don't love him. It was a lie that I wanted to shake off as soon as possible and throw it away.

The old man obeyed my whispers. He swept the page again, Martin Sirikanjana asked him if we had known him for a long time?

Yeah, no need to ask, Martin. Since the beginning of college, I knew the old man was a friend of grandfather who turned out to also have one favorite, even arguably they were old friends.

“Oh, if that's the case, Narak and I have known each other since he entered college which turns out he is the grandson of my best friend.”

The old man explained to Martin Sakiranjana who was more fluent with his thai language. The old man was the same, I think they had a long chance to get to know each other and get to know each other.

And I was wrong about what I was thinking. They only talked about me being in front of them myself. But, what was said by the old man was indeed true we had just met early in college, if now it has been counted for almost a year, we already know each other. Since the beginning of college, the grandfather and the old man had been chatting from the moment of introduction between me and him. All that time I didn't know whose real name was? Grandfather had his own title, he called the old man a frog that survived the lightning. So said. In thai.

It is said that the story happened during heavy rain and occurred on the streets when the little old man jumped up and down cheerfully until lightning struck near his head. But, misses the target, barely hits and the grandfather at the time gives him the title of a frog that survived the lightning. Their friendship is long established, so it takes time from childhood to old today.

“If you want to talk about the past about it, we can talk later because talking about that time will take a lot of time. You guys are coming to college almost at the entrance hour. Haduuh, you are students who cannot be exemplified. How are you guys?” The old man looked at the two of us with his expression that made me almost laugh.

“Oh, yes. Narak, I don't think we've met for two weeks, now I notice you look different. That's your face seems to be deficient in vitamin C.” The old man laughed, joking with his laughter.

Inwardly I tried to sigh in silence, a little offended said so. Joking around once in a while I think that's okay and I just need to adapt to everything.

“Maclum only, sir. If you want to know maybe this is a side effect because I mostly stay up.”

My words are standard for reasons that I think make sense and maybe for him it will sound serious, deliberately wanting to minimize his laughter.

“Oh.. that's a college assignment, right? Must be hard for you to do.”

“Eh? Not that, sir.”

I can't lie because that's part of what I don't want to do. The task of college for me is the easiest thing and does not take long. Eh? Wrong, I mean not to make my head dizzy and not to make it difficult to sleep. Whether it was intentionally staying up late or not. Working on college assignments is a fun thing as well as a thing that I like in my life. A moment of doodling and indeed I admit it was finished in a matter of days and the effect moves in a matter of one to one hundred. It simply moves slowly like a snail walking on slippery rocks and when compared to a rabbit I will lose quickly. You could say that the task of the lecture I did when the allotment time was up, I did it while relaxing with the deadline that I gave the circle line on the calendar.

The old man occasionally swept back the courtyard. Martin Sirinkanjana beside me was listening to the conversation between the two of us. The woman now seemed to be just giving a smile.

The old man stomped his broom. Staring at me the same way as before.

I think it's the same as police interrogation. Makes me almost feel uncomfortable being made by him, but I know his figure, he's grandfather's best friend. For almost a year ago I met him until familiar until now reply to greet.

“Custom. Regarding women,” I whispered to him.

The old man glared when he heard my words. Gosh gosh? That's a real expression of surprise or fake, whatever. All this time I have always missed the Wapta who somehow how are you?

I'm not lying. At night on the count of lebay from one distance to another, I find it difficult to fall asleep just because I miss him, not about the task of college that I easily finish and deliberately set back time to do it.

The old man shook his head. “Gosh, did your grandfather know about this, Narak? You fell in love with which woman?”

He whispered, probably curious. I laugh. “Later if there is time we will continue to talk again, the clock hand continues to rotate and change from minute to hour.”

I'm ending the speech. You know, old man. At this time I was pictured by a lecturer who glared at me for being late to enter.

Martin Sirakanjana had a brief conversation with the old man. I listened and no longer spoke, they were stale, I still listened. Soon after, we continued on the road.

The old man was worshiping. “Envigorous lecture, Narak. One more step you will be successful.”

I looked back, retorted. “You too, one more step you will succeed.”

I reply to the same thing. The old man shouted, “You're mengingau, Narak!”

I don't know what that means. I didn't understand and chose to smile. Martin Sakankanjana next to me laughed a little telling me that old man was funny and he looked happy. The smile was like a sincere one. Setulus rice that turns into rice, turns rice that makes the stomach full.

In this school, I don't have many friends. Some of them exist, but rarely meet and only Martin Sirakanjana who is often near me. That's just lately. That also astonished me myself, what was the reason? And why he even picked me up with his father in that black car which was also the result of me getting a long lecture instead.

College in this place I think is a little more annoying than anything. It looks like the teacher is waiting there. I exhaled a worried breath.

Chest wiping. Strengthening the foothold, I might be exposed to the lecture again from him. Martin Sakiranjana.

“ ⁇ ” (Duhihudakadukanxn xakarry ⁇ ca mxng ma thi khu laea mi khwam kheipakongxng kain koshen) The lecturer seemed to be looking at you and had a grudge against you.

That is what he means by using the language of thai. I laughed at being made by him.

“Already, don't think about.” I replied in Indonesian, now I'm lazy to use thai.

My tongue slipped and felt stiff at this moment, for some reason maybe because the lecturer was in front of me there, looking with a creepy eye-bully.

“ ⁇ ?” (Khuang Phud donghuk xar?) What are you talking about?

I don't know, complicated and tired. Maybe, at this time I am tired and miswritten, about thai language is indeed difficult. For a moment exhale. Haduh!

I was forced to give a cat smile that I said myself had a bad feeling not wanting to use it. Scratch my head with the feeling of being all wrong, choosing silence was difficult.

A smiley cat may be annoying to some people. But, I didn't think Martin Sirikanjana even imitated my cat's smile style.

Arriving in front of the lecturer we both saluted him. Martin Sakiranjana is welcome to enter. I was the only one who was stopped by him and I don't know what the reason was this time preventing me from entering.