Sya`Ir Bensyiana
Chapter Two

BENSYAN & JAYDIR

Jaydir, he closed his eyes and saw Bensyiana in the dark. Bensyiana, he did not need to close his eyes, to look at Jaydir.

JAYDIR: Bensyi, I will marry you.

BENSYIANA: Jay, I wonder why creatures other than humans can live without humans, whereas otherwise it is impossible.

JAYDIR: Bensyi, would you marry me?

BENSYIANA: Jay, you don't have to answer because I already know.

JAYDIR: I love you. No, actually I love your long arms. I love your feet. I love your neck, clear-looking ribs and cheekbones. Your hair is thick and your eyes have pupils that have color.

BENSHIANA: Whatever is bestowed upon man by grace, no one can overcome it.

JAYDIR: Bensyi, I don't need your answer.

BENSHIANA: If I answered your question, would you answer my question, even if I ended up answering it?

JAYDIR: Okay. What question?

BENSYIANA: Why can a creature other than man live without man, while otherwise impossible.

JAYDIR: Why do humans need other living things to not die while other living things live without humans? Of course because plants do not eat humans, animals do not eat humans and there are even animals that eat grass and insects. Humans cannot eat humans. Actually they can live because they are various, lions are also impossible to live if only with their race.

BENSYIANA: I was right. You will deviate from the question and make your answer seem right, whereas the correct answer is that creatures other than humans can live without humans because they eat each other and each creature has its favorite food. No one even dared to cooperate to kill the top of the food chain. That's why humans should be different.

JAYDIR: Bensyiana, you have not answered my question.

BENSHIANA: I don't want to marry anyone!

DEAD END STAGE

Bensyiana is gone. Jaydir is now completely gone. Before he saw the darkness, and he closed his eyes to see, before there was no light at all, and now there was not even darkness. Jaydir is now completely gone, with Bensyiana now gone.

Jaydir, it's really fuckin' him. He could not know anything else, except for his still active sense of hearing. The problem that even he himself had not noticed was that, in fact, his own sense of hearing had disappeared as well, but there was a part in his mind that could sound itself.

The voice of the mind that does not think sounds sharper than any machine. His voice rang so that it could be considered silent. Voice sounds that are like a strand are cut off from each other and turned into different things as they should.

Divide those different things into something that only a conscious person can count. Now Jaydir was a little lucky, because he realized if he heard it, but instead he lost because he finally woke up from his sleep. He tried to find Bensyiana who had disappeared, even before his mind was silent again. Now his mind is silent and the more Bensyiana is forgotten, the more noisy his mind to seem silent again.

When the mind is really noisy, every different voice reflects a fictional true story. Jaydir really saw the Bensyiana who had actually been forgotten and vanished, even more clearly visible.

Bensyiana stood beside the clear river, her hands stroking her own hair. The sun is round too big, until the light is dim dim dim flares.

The color of the sun was as white as it should be and the grass did not burn even if it was scorched by the wind every time he saw it.

Jaydir heard only the sound of the wind as it should and saw the rice fields lying beside the male-faced Bensyiana.

The stretched rice field has a lethargic pattern, the water is hard solid and reflects whatever is in front of it.

Jaydir set foot in his sight. Each of his steps caused him to feel half-spinning, vertically as he should.

Each round, Jaydir's father, who was stroking his bald head, smiled waiting for him to come.

Jaydir said as he turned around, 'Bensyiana dear, I will take the moon for you if you believe, ' then Jaydir's brother-in-law who was rubbing his father's head replied, 'I don't want to marry anyone.'

Bensyiana was rubbing a mirror that was patterned lethargic breadth. Inside the mirror was a huge moon, red as if it was burning.

Bensyiana put her hand in the water and scooped the moon out of the turbulent water, where the grasses sprouted out of the water one by one, cut off and drifted as per se.

When the moon was swept away, his hands got the most disgusting slime. Inside the mucus there are various eggs.

When the rain comes, every drop of rain always collides with grass that is absorbed into space. Every egg in the noblest clear liquid, incubates every species of animal.

The liquid was as beautiful as a lethargic crystal. Some eggs still remain like very small eggs, except when grass sheathed rain drops penetrate the crystal and enter to fertilize it.

Jaydir, has fifteen eggs arranged in his hands. Fifteen of the chicken eggs were held deftly and the tip of the egg was faced with the crystal.

Jaydir confidently pointed it at the crystal as he could see his legs and hands.

The egg that was most broken, Jaydir felt the shock of his shot and the egg white spurted, of course the yolk quickly shot towards the crystal as it should and so on after Bensyiana said, 'I have taken the moon and you will not be able to take it again after this.' Bensyiana was beside him, rubbing the hair of Jaydir who was shooting. Every day Jaydir felt the deepest happiness.

ROUTINITAS.

There is a song that is sung by one of the religions at every dawn, it is being sung by all and it seems as if every tower is stretching its direction. The song was heard from a distant place and was echoing more and more as it should be because each tower was interconnected. Not only everyone who wakes up but there are also those who stay asleep because this is not yet morning and as for those who are still opening their eyes.

A fairly medium rectangular room, has 2 doors, an exit and an entrance. In one corner of the room there is a high rectangular mirror, the top corner is firmly anchored to the corner of the wall elbow, the bottom corner is fixed on the floor with a 9-kilogram barbell wedge, away from the wall. Jaydir was sitting cross-legged in front of that mirror.

In the mirror looks Jaydir black-haired fat, acne-covered and white teenage boy. Not only was his skin white, but he also had Skabies disease. Jaydir was looking at himself. Jaydir stood up, walked through the empty room, opened the door and entered. The sound of water pouring.

'At 04:45. Thank God for the humming of songs that have helped awaken man and left other living beings unconscious. March 4, 1995. I am now alone, which means I can be completely alone all the time as I please every day, week, month and year. It's quiet, but it keeps me busy. I can save more money than I thought. I think all the time, waking up, sleeping, it doesn't make any difference in my opinion - there are some people. Some people who are wronged, it makes no difference to me. They're all incarnations anyway. All who are transformed into some human beings who are fooled into living everywhere reincarnate never die; deceivers, idiots, fools, people who envy stupid things, people who, the greedy to anger and the greedy to lust.

One day the actual song humming will awaken the universe and its contents. Every night, as I went to sleep I had to clear my foolish mind of the incarnations. Some nights, too much to clean up until I'm up all night.'

The entrance is open, Jaydir is out. The exit was opened, Jaydir came into the living room.

The room is elongated as it should be, but in front of Jaydir's room there is a large square room. Along the hallway, there are 3 door rooms, one of which is inhabited by Jaydir.

The hallway was full of dust, messy and very dirty, so had to use footwear. After the bedroom door closed, the sound of water pouring out.

A song that is always sung by one religion at every dawn has been heard very close, of course, a distant sautan begins to disappear and bring up other words that are heard in a new distance. The sound of an alarm clock in the next room suddenly entered a rhythm that was completely messy.

A pair of buildings were inside the courtyard, behind the fence. A building has 4 floors of a cellot and only 2 floors.4 floors it has 2 pairs of balconies, of course one of its balconies is called a terrace. 2 floors it unfortunately only has a balcony. Every morning, a building always gets sunrise, and every morning there is also a book located on the balcony fence along with his stationery.

Jaydir was in a small shop in front of the fence, asking a mother who was old enough, always using an Indian veil, negligee and necklaces. On his nose was a beautiful looking wart.

The mother was making Jaydir coffee, in a tall iron cup. The glass was then placed in the bowl and Jaydir carefully carried it, leaving the small shop, entering the door, climbing the stairs to the 2nd floor. Each floor has a different staircase motif.

The balcony railing was large and flat enough that Jaydir considered it a table. As in general, the table always has a chair and in that chair Jaydir sits. The coffee was placed next to the book entitled, "Syair Bensyiana." Jaydir was wearing only cloth and bare-chested, enjoying the morning sun.

After drinking the coffee, bitter taste because without sugar is not as usual, the coffee was placed again next to the book, in a place he considered the table, the balcony railing flat.

The book was opened, his hands were looking for the pages marked by the folds, the yellowed old papers were spreading a distinctive smell.

The page was half filled, he read it in his heart. He read with his eyes closed, meanwhile, the sunlight continued to warm his body. He can feel it.

ROUTINITIES PEAKED

The song's hum is sung again, this time this song if it eases the work to rest, except Jaydir who remains at the top.

At the top of the stairs, there is a large water tank. From the top of it, you can see a bend of the stairs that has enough space for a person to relax.

The stairs are fenced and the fence has become a clothesline, filled with clothes. In the corner of the stairs, placed a reclining chair that can be folded but not legged, and the chair was occupied Jaydir. His skin started burning.

There is a room on the 3rd floor, where Jaydir's brother-in-law, Mohamer, lives. He came out of his room, walking through the 3rd floor hallway where many room doors passed through him, up to 2 bathrooms to face the place to wash dishes. In addition, there was a ladder to go to the top of the back stairs, he climbed to meet Jaydir.

Mohamer saw Jaydir lying on his back to the sun, and he offered him lunch. But when Jaydir offered her the offer, she turned it down and skimmed the Fresh Ice Tea. Mohamer left him.

He went back through the hallway, into one of the 2 rooms that were at the end of the hall. He went into the room next to the front staircase of the first section to the end. The room is only one, but has 2 parts of the floor with different heights. On the higher floor, it looks like Daysyun and Naedan.

TWILIGHT ROUTINITIES

The song was sung again, this time it should be a sign to go home, enjoy the twilight with relatives and anyone who is known and wants to be known. However, not everything seems entitled, but for now Jaydir does not care and he is now in Mohamer's room.

Jaydir was sleeping in bed, Mohamer was busy in front of his typewriter. Jaydir looked at the ceiling because he was reading something even though the ceiling itself was empty, Mohamer was typing something because his head was filled with something.

A few minutes passed, long enough that Mohamer had emptied his head into the pages of paper. Jaydir loved to hear the typewriter beat being hit by the fingers to make a messy rhythm. He was happy to hear it, fumbling the beats of what happened next, so continuously as he should.

Mohamer stood up, stretched himself, took something out of his closet. It was two shorts and one of them was thrown into Jaydir's stomach. Then, the door of the room opened, Daysyun was seen.

Six feet in shoes, down through the front steps of the first section on the floor when, the steps have the floor.

In the round, the door to the balcony of the 2nd floor. The legs came down, rang with the rhythm of a messy typewriter, down again to the first floor through the stairs are only coated with cement only. The legs finally came out from the entrance of the staircase room, wandering in the courtyard. After passing through the gate of the fence, the three of them continued to run.

EMBEDDED ROUTINITIES

The song was sung for the fourth time and for the many times everyone went home, although only a few realized it. For a time like this, the song called out to more people than usual, for that very moment, some gathered with their families or the closest people to eat, whatever.

The legs coming down from the third floor were now more numerous, there were more than 6. The legs numbered 12, passing through the same steps, the same door, the same fence for dinner as the same one before. I always spend a lot of time on different things.

PROTRACTED ROUTINITIES

Eventually they were able to meet themselves, because this last song, the last one sung, was to take off. This song only sounds vague, to the conscious or not. After that he can end the last paragraph in his letter,

. . . . I may be a genius in my field, but a bibik is a genius in the field of bibik.

Muhajid Jaydir

BENSYAN & JAYDIR

BENSYIANA: What else would it be like? Even if it is destroyed, it will remain that way.

JAYDIR: I'm different now.

BENSHIANA: You will be back as you were.

JAYDIR: I wake up early, shower 2 times a day, sunbathe, eat once a day, think harder, read more and follow a disciplined routine.

BENSYIANA: Your physique will indeed change, your scabies

JAYDIR: My skabies, my fat and my acne-prone face, even this white skin, will all be different. It just takes a while more.

BENSYIANA: Jaydir, you seem to have mistaken my point. You will remain the same, even if you change all of that.

JAYDIR: I'll be different.

BENSYIANA: You think by moving to a place like this, a place far from your hometown, there are no parents and people who know you, so you will be different? You will always be the same.

JAYDIR: I am not the same!

BENSYIANA: You want to change, but you yourself match your routine with those people.

JAYDIR: I like it because it is the best.

BENSYIANA: You know nothing, you will realize it later if you stay the same. No matter how hard you try, you just end up being the same you.

JAYDIR: I will be different and you know it!

BENSYIANA: I know everything and different is just the appearance, you also seem to know that.

Jaydir, he opened his eyes and saw an empty room in the dark. The dark room was empty, it contained only a mirror, Jaydir saw part of himself reflected, he saw it and realized that he was still the same, he reached into a book not far from him and hugged him, she said, then I looked at the empty ceiling.

'I'm here because of Bensyiana. I left my parents because their figures hindered my movement. I also left all my friends because I knew my weakness that always wanted to please them, inversely proportional to me against both my parents. Pleasing my friends is just a trivial thing so it is easy to do not like the other way around. Bensyiana was in a very distant place but she always came into my mind. I've always wanted to meet him, but I'm sure there will be a time when I'm ready. When I'm ready, I'll ask for it right away. When I met her, I was sure I didn't want to ask her myself. Bensyiana may be right, no matter how I try to change, I remain the same. Maybe I'll look different, but Bensyiana is always right.'