The Story of Sigma Men
28. Global warming
The Sun still radiates radiation to the earth. The earth does not accept! The earth reflects the heat of the light again.
Then, the layer in the sky with a collection of carbon monoxide gas and methane gas scuttle the heat, then reflect it back to the earth so that the heat is hanging out in this mortal, until the apocalypse. The heat will get hotter. Global Warming's!
Although fossil energy will no longer exist, motorized vehicles continue to be produced.
I don't know what's in my conscience. Seeking worldly gain. Not thinking about the ego inside.
Killing the earth unnoticed. The heat of the sun is not because the earth is dead. But it is human nature. Enjoying myself.
Chasing expectations. Living on a fire bed. Piling up treasures to step on humiliation.
Not aware that nature is being exploited. Not aware that nature continues to be dredged up to get energy.
But some people don't understand the future. Children are tormented because of the dead earth.
The earth's stomach is constantly being dredged. Forests trimmed. Habitats of mindless creatures are becoming extinct. More and more animal species are being swallowed up by time. Geothermal is becoming.
Disasters everywhere, landslides, floods, tsunamis, typhoons, earthquakes, all because of the fault of some humans who are considered noble because of their reason. But they cannot use their minds.
The wealth of nature is being taken away by humans. All for humans. Iron is designed to be a tool called technology, it's for humans.
Energy from the earth to man. Animals are eaten for humans. Medicines of something natural to man. Air for human breathing. Earth as a human foothold. The sky is a big umbrella for people.
Space for humans. The moon for humans. All for humans.
Then! Why do humans go to the world? Why is the goal of man only the world? As if this felt in the hearts of men. Truly, man exists only for Him.
Humans are willing to destroy nature for their benefit. Many in this world are selfish humans just to reap dollars and rupiah.
Trying hard to turn anything into gold. All means are made so that every demand is met according to the wishes of his lust.
Nature has taken away its beauty. Nature is changing, terrifying and terrifying! The earth is getting hotter.
Luxury vehicles are getting more and more abundant. Emissions from it provide full supply of greenhouse gases.
The heat of the sun is not a problem clause. But humans. It is man who makes the earth finally speak.
The earth shows its anger, until man himself suffers the consequences.
In his room, that afternoon, Zahid was busy laying down on the bed, releasing fatigue, relaxing the body and mind, stepping on all the pain and sadness, destroying the sekardus polemics that lay in the recesses of his heart, and forget all the things that smell of the world.
He drifted in the image, speculating freely, fantasizing something scientific, thinking critically facing reality, and idealistic if there is a reality that is counter to ethical values.
Zahid himself, contemplating.
Zahid immersed himself in his room. He was moody all day, not exposed to a bright beam of natural light.
At that time he did not see nature with all the facts that were out there.
The house that contained five people did not look too luxurious.
The house with a blue paint, there are four bedrooms, decent enough for parents who work as PNS.
More than a simple word for Zahid's family life. However, the house contained many expensive and luxurious items that Zahid eventually became uncomfortable living there.
Zahid is unhappy with his family's pro-technology way of life. He does not like the lifestyle of his two brothers who are fond of struggling with modern objects and spend a lot of time in cyberspace.
Instead of that, he looked in his room more often. He is just busy with his own thoughts and does not want to bother with all the irony of the world in the millennial century.
Likewise with the campus environment that looks very real with the decoration of modern civilization. Students are engrossed in enjoying the beauty of a very sophisticated technological era.
Many of them are on social media. They talk about the talk in the gadget.
Zahid felt the atmosphere of the campus in the 21st century. No wonder he had to look at modern humans in his class every day.
The identity and characteristics of the people of the 21st century adorn the atmosphere of the private campus.
Zahid seemed to be getting worse with reality. The school and the family can't make it comfortable.
If there were not all the problems that gripped it, of course he quickly completed his early discovery.
The sounds of little children playing infiltrated through the window. The sound of guitar strings sneaking. Each of his passages sounded faint.
There was no silence in that room. The sun began to sink in the western horizon. His light slowly dimmed. The wind crept through the window.
Scorching heat has passed, the dusk is getting less luminous, the dark night begins to lurk.
Among the papers lying on the table were two notebooks of High School Time. The books were yellow-coated, second grade and third grade High School time notebooks.
Zahid looked at the papers, then tidied them up. Rereading and understanding what comes from his own thinking.
No man knows the writing except him. Only he understands. The writing is unclear.
There are strange pictures, lines, there are also like science formulas, and the numbers are not clear.
That is the daily activity if there is in the room, write what is in his mind, then read it again. Writing but like doodling is unclear.
But, somehow he was convinced that it was a great discovery.
For him the papers were a seed to realize his great dream. He was sure the papers would someday bear his name, making him a physicist, a great scientist.
***
After college, Zahid spent time in the library. He put his butt in the chair he used to sit on.
The chair was the first chair to make a stopover for his butt. It was there that he pursued each reading, horizontally looking from left to right, highlighting each letter on each sheet, looking stunned to fill in knowledge, still silent but voicing on the breast.
Azan Ashar. Zahid's heart was touched. More than a round of short-handers in the hour he's engaged in reading.
Then he stopped his reading and rushed to the Masjid on campus, diving in comfort facing the Divine, feeling the serenity that creeps in the heart, remembering the Most Merciful and Merciful God, and humble themselves and serve Him.
The western sky turned yellow. The sun began to leave the day. The twilight is getting more visible. The heat began to rise.
The words of the birds in the sky were not heard by human ears. The afternoon sun fell on Wong Kito's face.
Zahid went to Uzlah's house again. For days he had been there several times, talking about problem after problem.
He sat on the porch waiting for his friend's return. He looked around at Bu Mirna's cottage. While Ms. Mirna was in the kitchen packing her sales equipment.
The roar of the Revo motor engine was creeping around it. Go home after work. Zahid watched him.
“Hey, Friend!” greet Zahid.
“A long time?” ask Uzlah. He sat down next to Zahid.
“Lumayan.” replied Zahid. “Definitely tired?”
“Not really. Maybe because I'm used to it. I'll grab a drink, buddy.”
“Oke.”
Uzlah brought back two warm capucinos.
“Tumbens. I didn't say if I wanted to come. Yesterday-Yesterday like sms first if you want to play here.” said Uzlah.
“That's it, Friend.”
“Why is your face so moody?” Uzlah examined the countenance of Zahid. “What's the problem again? Still campus trouble?” tanyakanya.
“Not, Uzlah. It's not a problem I've ever fought that. And also not my problem with Si Sok Akrab it.”
“Lantas, what other problems?”
“My parents. They say that I have a mental disorder, or there is also a disorder of the brain.” said Zahid flat.
“Kok can?! Tell me something clear.”
“Yesterday afternoon, when my father came home from work, we talked about this problem. I also wonder why suddenly my father wants to invite me to talk something,” said Zahid flat.
“Terus?”
“My father asked me about my lecture, whether there was a problem or not. I keep telling you there's no problem. There's no way I'm telling you about me ever fighting. There's no way I'm telling you about the problems on campus. If my father knows everything, of course I will be scolded all out.”
Uzlah occasionally glanced towards Zahid. He nodded softly to the mark that he was paying attention.
“So he told me that I was weird. My father said I should be taken to a psychologist, because I may have a psychiatric disorder. Then I was shocked when I heard my father. There's no way I'm having a psychiatric disorder. Even my father told me to go to the doctor, because I thought I had a brain disorder. I was really in shock after hearing it.”
“Blood!”
“Entah I should how? I'm confused.”
Actually Uzlah kept a little annoyance to Zahid. During the day when Zahid visited his house, Zahid told many campus problems.
Uzlah feels arrogant if you have listened to the conversation on campus. If Zahid was not his best friend, he would be very indifferent. He must respect his best friend and respond to every word Zahid though still he is annoyed. Actually he was envious. How envious!
The roar of the wind shook the leaves around the hut. His sound vibrations were creeping up faintly noisy. The afternoon harmony accompanies them in enjoying every breath of capucino.
“So, what do you think, Zahid?” Uzzlah landed the cup back on the table.
“I just don't accept, Uzlah. Even with the blatant crowd judging me this is strange. But not for psychiatric disorders or brain disorders.”
A smirk wrapped in Zahid's face.
“What your parents said is not necessarily true. It's just a possibility. Nevermind, Dude. Don't think too much.”
Zahid took hold of her hair, and combed it with his fingers. Hair that is almost thick often looks untidy.
The sun is soon to go to another hemisphere. While in this hemisphere the yellow light begins to dim.
This is the end of the twilight. Until showing dimang around.
