Recycling

Mega Diamonds

Passing time to time. I realized that I didn't need much to think about, I passed the day by day with research after graduating from university. The white-haired professor accompanied me on a recent study of the time machine. I'm sorry, I wrongly said I mean I helped him, he was the one who wanted to create the time machine. With hope, I want to go back in time. This time machine, about numbers and about the dynamics of space and the beat that is as long as it is in the void.

I write notes like worm writing that can't be read except by myself because I'm the one who wrote them. This time machine, it's almost ready.

“Professor, this time machine, let me just give it a name. Because I am sure, it is a hope I meet someone in my past.” I said with the note I held.

I've estimated in the notes what names I give, I record the names and then sort out which ones I'll take. With that I am sure as sure as this time machine will take me to meet the woman who I have long regretted my own actions, the willingness that made me realize I was guilty.

“Please tell me about your idea, but later. Leave room for a while, I want to sip some tea water and you know it's tired, I want to relax.”

The professor said with a special speech that always makes me want to laugh. And the style that makes the atmosphere melt. I like his nature in terms of his way of chatting is always fun.

“I'm sorry, Prof. I think this is an achievement I am very proud of. I can't wait and I really want to try this time machine.” I really can't wait long, if I tell you it's been decades and it's only now heading into the final.

After I was upset to remember the manuscript that the publisher rejected. If I remember the memories in life, it feels like I am being tossed by the waves of the ocean.

It makes me no longer laugh. Lita Aksima frowns on things I don't want to explain. I'm as helpless as you'd expect.

Going back to the past is the only way. Lita Aksima, Jazu, Wapta, Sajak and my other friends, Mom, Dad. I have given up on living the very ordeal of life, I feel like I want to see you again. All this time the feeling of weighing a lot of words, it has been a lot from one to one day I feel a loss that whack and it feels very painful. How my condition at that time was just a lonely friend, feeling abandoned.

How many tears have fallen down my cheeks. Sobs are held back, my head that expounds many words and stiffen in handwriting.

That day, for me, was a good start, a bright start for me to go calm down and calm my mind, but it didn't work out, quite the opposite. Loss after loss happens over time. I don't know why it's always in my world that's not just this. Lighter I don't want to talk about it which is certainly going to be long.

One day I could only stare blankly, all of which I had decided was ripe to end my life before meeting the professor who took me into his lab to research making time machines. That day I felt what life would mean if this heart never felt again the name laughter of happiness, a time when I could only let out a laugh that I wrapped neatly to cover the sadness.

Walking in public even this foot gontai. Staring at the tall building, that's where my imagination twists the brain to rule the body. I headed straight with a confident determination to step foot while muttering that was the end I thought was the right ending for me. The end of life is death. But , on that day I never thought.

What I can think is no longer there, considering that remembering old memories really hurts me which somehow I don't want to continue. How the story ends. I've painted a gray color in my own life that I don't like very much for my whole life.

“You don't seem happy with what I say, just about it always makes me sick of your behavior.”

“Why when feeling lost it can hurt someone?”

“Already, friend. Forgetit. I can already forget it. That's right, buddy.” Seconds to minutes are like speeding, speeding followed by the speed of this step up the height of the building. Heartbreak was not strong to imagine it.

For a moment of remembrance back then, there was nothing I needed to consider anymore and this was a decision I made with complete and absolute determination. Until my reflection arrived up there, silent for a long time to see the time. The wind blows, the clouds bleach clean in the sky with a soothing blue.

I never thought it would be the center of attention for so many people.

Down there a lot of people are down. Staring, cheering with high thai-speaking voice. I kept silent for a long time staring at them.

Dozens of police cars and sirens squealed upwards, where I was standing right now wanting to knock myself down.

I asked wonder at myself. Why do they care so much. Even the people who have been in my life seem to care less about me. How can they be so caring and without my thinking more mature. It felt like I was in the ocean without being able to explain.

“Hei. Come down! You want to kill yourself, what kind of young man are you, huh!” Using a large toa. The police spoke Thai.

The cheers of people are like that too. I saw dozens of television staff coming towards me. Photographing and recording the trail of life that I currently want to end. The future? Is there a future for me that's a coward for everything in my life.

Shortly after, the helicopter arrived. I wondered how they knew I wanted to kill myself.

It is likely that there is some kind of CCTV that monitors the movement of the people and early prevention is carried out. It felt like seeing all that I became rethought and ripe not to do it, to make peace for a moment after it was all over.

Just so I get a lecture at length and put in an isolation room to ask why and why I intend to commit suicide.

Grandpa was there too. Mentioning it all was his fault. Someone came patting me on the shoulder. I never knew he was a professor.

This was the beginning of my meeting with him that made me know that I wanted to go with him to make a time machine that might be useful to me. Grandpa handing over permission might be fine for him.

As long as in the scope of knowledge and science grandfather strongly supports it. What I never thought was that professor was a friend of my own grandfather.

Nowow. I am keeping myself in this room. With research and writing tools that I can see how I have struggled so far.

After drinking tea and relaxing, the professor came up to me and asked me what name I was trying to say.

“I named it Mega Berlian.”

The professor when he heard my words quite seemed to wonder why and why I gave him the name Mega Berlian. There's nothing I need to explain, it's been my decision.

“Give space for later I explain, I want to rest first, Prof. Tired.” I laugh. Mimicking words.

The professor was also equally laughing. All right, see you later, Mega Berlian you'll take me back in time to meet someone I love.