Recycling

Gulali Cough Suryanata

I will tell you the details here, which was considered a similar footage from a glimpse of the self-view that is in the realm of anxiety, the viewpoint of self that is even less important to discuss.

To make everything clear in this weird thing.

Previously in the room. Yes, the air in this room if you want to know feels stiff frozen in my head like fat with question marks why and why? This is less I understand and less I can accept easily.

“I want to explain a few things.”

I looked at the lecturer who was more or less playing the pen in his hand. Sometimes writing something for him to show me, graphing disciplinary numbers and community numbers per day, progress in challenging life to always be happy.

“No need, Narak. I didn't ask for an explanation from you.” Lecturer stops.

Put pen on paper side. Folding the chart and sticking it against the wall, his breath was still audible.

“Didn't you earlier say you want to ask for an explanation from me?” I asked in wonder looking at his face.

Still getir I forced my eyes to look strongly at him. Inwardly I spoke a word of shame that I deeply regret. I don't know which way?

I'm not a normal person, not a linguist. My word layout is often wrong.

“I want to explain,” I continue to urge stronger than before.

Stay on. The lecturer stopped me with a few sentences. “Sit quietly, you need calm. In this matter, you have been caught dating in the college environment, that is one example that is not good for the present generation.”

“Ma—times?” I'm giggling. Gosh gosh? I want to pat the jidat. This lecturer's room was full of atmosphere which made my head command my mouth to want to laugh.

I took a breath back. All right, I'm just going to make it clear that Martin Sirakanjana is not my girlfriend, he's just a friend. Even when I heard it, I felt uncomfortable. That sentence means that makes me amused, not suitable for me and it is not my style so far that is more quiet.

It's also the one silliness of life I've heard of for now. A boyfriend? Gosh gosh? Ridiculous.

“I can accept you talking about disciplinary issues before, but in contrast to that sorority problem I cannot accept it. I want to make it clear that he is just a friend, nothing more than that designation.”

I exhaled, continuing to speak slowly. “About the reason it—”

“Narak, already you don't need to explain more to me.” The lecturer charged over, this further confused me with what was currently before my eyes.

“Why don't I need to explain it?”

I screamed inside for help! I want to raise my voice, shout loudly and with whom? Help u! Who will be able to help me? This seems to impress the deliberate lebai scene. I must remember grandfather's message, he said the man was created to be a leader, must not be weak. I must be strong and ready to take responsibility for whatever I have done wrong.

In the presence of a lecturer who was very noble position and position, I admitted myself guilty of not being disciplined and tried to explain that Martin Sirikanjana was only a friend.

I remember just hearing the lecturer said he wanted to ask me for an explanation about my attitude, some reasons and so on, but when I was allowed to explain it. He even said to keep stopping me, now I try to understand the meaning of his words.

In the end, I decided not to explain. “Alright, I won't explain it because you asked for it. Once again I just confirmed that the student was just my friend.” The more I get here, the more I feel clenched.

“Alright, I understand.” The lecturer smiled kindly, then laughed.

“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.”

The lecturer finally said something I could accept. Accept it airily, think more about patience and admit mistakes.

He was just testing that honesty on me. It's impossible, isn't it? A lecturer said something unimportant, he tried to give me advice.

“I have always been dedicated to my life for this college, Narak. You know how many students I called into my room, how many students I slapped out loud. So I was not scolding them or lecturing and acting the wisest among thousands of students. Sometimes I'm not that kind of person, I just love them like a father loves his child.”

“Sometimes I don't want an explanation, just want to tell you that you must have some manners.”

“You need to know I'm not accusing you of all sorts, I'm not looking to lecture you with the various sentences I'm saying.”

“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.”

Word by word, I could only hear every word he said. Inwardly I felt shaken by his various vocabulary. A student? A bachelor's degree? This is what people have been looking for all this time.

“How often do you hear them struggling more tired, even cheating themselves just to get what they want to get. In this world it is not necessary for a person to continue wandering in hypocrisy whose true talents within them are empty of leaping. They managed to cheat in a subtle way, but some of their names were directly crossed off the student list. Their parents protested, they only attach importance to the degree, not attach importance to the one important thing in this lecture that is science and learning.”

“In this of us, Narak. There is a place where the name is heart. That is what makes us have compassion for others and in looking at them we can behave honestly, kindly and with what is without the mask of hypocrisy. That's what I really want to explain to you, hopefully you can be a disciplined and good student. It's a wish for a teacher like me, you know I've guided myself in this education for a long time, nothing but not just to provide the highest quality of maximum and dedicated learning.”

I don't really remember how he said at the time, just imagined a little more beautiful, more comfortable I heard. The lecturer I felt quite good with the warai of advice that collapsed making my feelings not chaotic, even calm made by him.

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

“I understand.” Answer short. Nodding, no protest.

Some sentences I keep in mind and later intend to record it into a notebook. The lecturer continued a speech I had never expected before. He spoke fluently in Thai calling one of the script editors who wanted to meet me and it turned out that he prepared all this as a surprise.

But for me, this is not a surprise. Except for disaster. I don't know what I don't want to throw, I want to throw. The lecturer was right, I was wrong, no student was called just for walking with the student and being questioned like being interrogated by the police.

I can understand it after staring at the script editor who stood beside the lecturer in an arrogant style.

The lecturer looked at me smiling. “Regarding disciplinary matters, that is indeed one fact that I would like to also tell you, Narak. The editor of this script has a wish to meet you and I've heard many stories from him about the script you gave him that day. I hope you'll be happy when you meet him. But, the problem of giving you advice before it is also not engineering, you must remember that discipline problems are absolutely must you apply in life and you must be able to behave well against others.”

The lecturer explained his own thing. It was bad to think it was getting inside my mind. A person in a white coat had appeared behind the curtain, at this time I could only be dumbstruck, staring silently and inwardly throwing a very long annoyance with the vocabulary of not accepting.

White suit with red tie. That's the ridiculous look I've ever seen. I've never seen anyone look like that. Maybe some people call it fancy and nice clothes, but it was worn by people I didn't like, obviously I didn't like it.

I stood up straight saluting, of course to the lecturer. Not to the editor of the manuscript while saying something that means I came to this place just for college, not want to meet him. The script editor stiffened his face even more, I didn't like that annoying face grin.

The lecturer did not speak to explain what the editor's intention was to meet with me. I was just according to what the teacher said.

“What's up, Narak?” The script editor looked at me exactly what happened two years ago.

“It looks like you still remember the old events that have worn out, what I heard earlier already proved everything. You said you didn't want to see me? That's one real proof.”

“You can't forget it yet.”

“Since the beginning we met only you don't know my name. Introduce, my name is Gulali Cough Suryanata.”

I was quite surprised when I heard it. He introduced his name. This first impression in my life can know the name of the person who at that time hit my script and laugh at it as a Trash Novel. If wanting to know about my current feeling of numbness would withstand the blaring hot streaks of sound towards the sky atmosphere, my hands were currently clenching, my anger rising and flaring

I have to remember Grandpa's message. “Man, when you're in a situation that can shake your chest and in an impartial condition and whatever happens and it's trivial don't ever get angry over this life. Adjust the place of anger in its place, there is something more you can do, anger over yourself in terms of futility is useless. Know that patience is sweeter and more beautiful. Your heart will be at peace when you face a cold head, remember this grandfather's message.”

Grandpa, I always remember what you said. This anger I thought was a useless waste. Angry for what?

I sighed, releasing that fist with my heart stabilizing and my brain cold with a stifling mind again for a moment to calm down and reflect on the mistakes in my life.

Gulali Cough Suryanata. I will always remember that name exactly two years ago.