Recycling

The Sweet Acid of Life

I never knew where this foot would go, where I would go. Walking down the aisle of this life is exhausting. It's like confusing my head with all sorts of things and about the short question of questioning things in a strong sense.

I want to explain it one by one, one by one, but I realized all that was not necessary or later when waiting for everything after sinking with the waves of the coast and later the time came to the detakan the time today. If I were a cowboy in the middle of the Sahara desert. Travelling through the territory.

What am I gonna do? Behold, the white orchid is there, at the edge of the region between the despair of being lost in the bitterness of life and the old dilemma that is stirring the heart without explanation of the word accept. The hope that disappeared without me thinking more and about all this was like something I was about to throw into a vessel and end up in a well.

Be clean in the mind. Bowing with a closed gaze, my ears heard the lecturer's name saying the suspicion that Martin Sirikanjana was my girlfriend.

It's exactly like the old man who previously suspected the same thing, saying Martin Sirakanjana is my girlfriend. That's one big mistake I have to cut off as soon as possible and explain to him.

But, how? Way to explain it. That's not complicated.

Right, not as complicated as I thought.

This face has been faced with many misunderstandings. Also, I'm used to everything.

Face them one by one.

Explaining it to me was the easiest thing in my life.

Right now my mind is trying to string together a number of explanatory sentences.

A long sentence that I will explain directly so that the lecturer is satisfied to receive an explanation from me.

If I need to mention the important things in my life about my longing that only focused on one woman, namely Wapta. She is the only woman I have ever missed. Just him, not anyone else the lecturer intended.

I haven't made up excuses yet. The lecturer laughed instead. “Regarding that earlier, I was just kidding, Narak. The student is either your girlfriend or not it is your right to have sex with each other. I don't have the right to mix it up, so you might say it's true that he is indeed your friend, I can accept everything, even when you tell a lie even if I still accept it.”

“But, what I'm asserting here is that you're an educated student. Act like a student. One of them is discipline. Come on time and you should be good. That college degree you got is meaningless without good manners in you. You know how high your education is and how much science you have to the extent of the ocean and you can solve the problems of life easily or even the dynamics that electrify mankind, you can finish it. Always remember that good manners are above knowledge, more primary and nobler than just science you have. Because good manners bring blessing in life.”

“Someone who is knowledgeable without good morals in him is like an animal without a brain. Before you had to remember being a student, this should be what you were thinking, Narak. About adab, discipline and so on. You don't have to look at me like that.”

After hearing all the words spoken by him. Even now I choose to bow silently without answering, even though he said before he did not want to lecture or scold me, but the reality I see and hear now is different?

I kindly thought in my heart not to say anything about what he said, a lecturer was very noble position and rank in fostering students and exemplary students. It is likely that the atmosphere in his head and his habit of wanting to teach a lesson in the form of wisdom to one such as me who is like an SD child, recalcitrant.

Thankfully, there are still people in my life who like him always warn me of one thing, many times it was as if I was in a crowded halaqah by a good friend and advised me with a pleasant speech.

Deep in my mind accepting everything, I was wrong before leaving already I made sure it would not be too late, but the chat with the person in black who previously spent the time I still remember, how it shouldn't have happened and that's why it's now making me late to the lecture hall.

However, being late is often used as an excuse with many possible reasons if it is recorded will take a lot of paper and pages.

“Long start I explained, do you understand all that?” Lecturer asked.

“I understand.” Answer short.

As a sign that I listened to his words correctly permeated what was said by him. If I want to explain at length about my life, just one word, worry.

That's my life, man. The anxiety of life that I often feel and plus my longing is like a chronic disease that I have difficulty healing, making me like flour that fails to be made into cakes, messy and disturbed my daily life in the move towards experience and teaching. I kind of I don't know who I myself muttered in wonder at understanding all this, why I missed the figure of a woman I never even knew. Is he the same to me? I really sighed about my longing for one of the women was real which until now I could not tell her. Whahuh? It's not about how I handle it?

Unless this is an explanation of all that, I still often worry until now. Still struggling with things that are not important to think about.

“Keep well everything I just told you, Narak. In a story, it's called a plot twist. The reason I called you here is actually because there was one of the script editors who said he wanted to see you. From the beginning you need to know I'm waiting for your arrival. That's why I stood there, and then took you into my room with a little disguise. Hope that there is a surprise impression in it that makes you happy.”

I cringe. Until the final paragraph, happy? Script editor?

“Editor script? Ja—so all this?”

“True, Narak. Do you remember me?” A person in a white suit appeared behind the curtain, right behind the lecturer.

“Have not seen.”

She's she? He's the guy. How could I forget it. He's the one who used to smash my script, what is this? The dreams?

I can't believe what I'm looking at right now. My fingers give me hide hide and pinch my own thighs. The result was felt and it turned out that this was not a dream. It's real!

The lecturer laughed again. “You're so innocent, Narak. How could I call you into my room just for that, you know how many students are walking with the students? Many in number, Narak. Among them have you ever seen me call them all into my room just for questioning like that?”

Yes, I already had a strong hunch and guess from the beginning, before it was a strange thing that I received and the look on the face of the lecturer could not lie to me and resigned myself to follow up to his room. The sweet acid of life I have tasted a lot.

From just the looks, words and deeds of others to me, this is not like a surprise. She's not the person I want to meet, she's not the person I want to know. Unless I want to run away, far away from his side. The script editor somehow kept something I couldn't explain more about.

I stood up from the beginning to sit, reverent with respect for the lecturer in front of me.

“I'm sorry, Sir. I came here for college, instead of meeting with him.”

If I was alone with her somewhere, a self that sank into her grasp and fury. The script editor will slap. However, near me right now there is an authoritative lecturer. Inwardly I weigh myself and strengthen my heart must be patient with a look down even I do not say much.

I know that the world is filled with the sweet acid of life. Meeting with the script editor I don't want to do.

Is this a test of life from the universe to me? Grandfather did advise me first, I must be patient and struggling even I must be wise to respond to all things in this life.