Sya`Ir Bensyiana
Chapter Three

BENSYAN & JAYDIR

Bensyan

Jaydir, he closed his eyes and saw Bensyiana in the dark. Jaydir's gaze approached Bensyiana in the dim moonlight. The lake looks dark, but bright because the water is as clear as a mirror and reflects moonlight. Jaydir's view rests on every curve of Bensyiana's body in the middle of the lake, a small, unbound lake. Bensyiana, he did not need to close his eyes, to look at Jaydir. Bensyiana moved her legs, dancing a more beautiful dance as she floated on the water. Flapping his hands, circling and jumping. Jaydir was fascinated because when he was a child he loved to see the feathers of geese that flew and fell gently on the water, then floated as they should.

Jaydir

Bensyiana, as she danced, saw Jaydir, who was still a child, only about 4-years-old. Bensyiana was not sure where she was, she moved in and out of the shadow. Jaydir, while he is still a village boy who always screams when he wants to scream. His hands jerked because he was talking loudly, his feet agilely moved because he was happy like that, he was giving a welcome to him, not to anyone of the form;

'congratulations, all the creation of God. It is a joy to stand here, to speak to new creations. To be honest, it was a happiness in itself that I could stand up and even speak! I have never seen such an infinite number of feathers come off a single strand and fall into such a small lake, except when I see Bensyiana dancing on a small, brimless lake. The fur was completely mute, but Bensyiana asked me, "have you ever seen me dance?" I replied, "I've seen thousands of feathers, from just a strand, a pair of strands, two pairs of strands to a barley simultaneously falling to the surface of the water and floating. You're the only one who can't just float, that's why I'm so happy. . ."'

Jaydir, pulling and exhaling very quickly then, 'when I thought the feathers were dancing, I knew that you were Bensyiana, and I was sure of that. That's why I can be this happy.'

Bensyiana and 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.

BENSHIANA: Are you tired of watching me dance?

JAYDIR: I'm happy to talk to you after enjoying your dance.

BENSYIANA: Strangely I never get tired of hearing your welcome.

JAYDIR: Benshi,

BENSHIANA: What?

JAYDIR: Bensyi, I will marry you.

BENSHIANA: I only married different people.

JAYDIR: I'm trying to be different.

BENSYIANA: You will remain the same.

JAYDIR: Do you consider me still the same as when I was 4 years old.

BENSYIANA: Yes, you are still the same. You are always behind me, always late, feeling sinful every time I leave you and feeling perfection is a mistake when I am next to me.

JAYDIR: I'm changing to be much more different than before, although I still end up being the same thing you think I will continue like this even if you are right.

BENSHIANA: I am right, from your words you have decided to be the same thing. Even if you are different from others, it does not mean that you are different from yourself.

JAYDIR: Then what should I do?

BENSHIANA: You are meant to be different, that's why you are always the same. You are destined to be different, so that no one will deny you the same.

DEAD END STAGE

Jaydir only heard the same sound with an old, regular rhythm. The voice sounded as it should, that was a loud and strange sound of a bang, there were some mismatched tones, being jerked in the same beat, he said, and some harmonious tones are put as a cover after the beat as an echo as it should be. Until the end:

Beachside

Beach in the afternoon, with a strange intensity of the sun to the beach looks like a moving painting. On the beach there is a red crab, the crab is large enough to carry coconuts. The crab carried the coconut into the water, so that the crab could be carried away by the waves and then float.

Seas

The sea is in the depths, sunlight can still penetrate it and these waters still look like paintings. Although jellyfish vied to accompany the crab, they ran suddenly because there was a shark. This shark is a type of shark that can eat any sized crab, and this crab has been eagerly awaited by it. When you see the jellyfish go away, that's why the shark is still eyeing the crab. The crab unfortunately went away, stayed away, swam faster than the shark, he still carried his sheep.

Troughs

The trench is very deep and dark, but everything is still known. When all this darkness still looks like a painting, everything becomes much more beautiful because there is a regular flow, left behind when the coconut-eating whale swims quickly, although it still looks slow. The shark that had been ambitious to eat the crab was finally frightened when it realized there was something much bigger than him. The pope is as big as he should be. The crab realized his arrival, finally he was able to release his burden, the coconut was released, left floating. The whale ate the tiny coconut. Just when the coconut entered the whale's mouth, it meant that it had entered the crab's mouth as well. The deeper the coconut goes into his stomach, the deeper the whale goes into his stomach as well.

ROUTINITAS.

It is not only humans who start this early and some stay asleep, other living things also start this early and some stay asleep as they feel.

Bathroom

Jaydir was in the bathroom, sitting in the closet, reading the same book, titled, 'Sya`ir Bensyiana.' This time the page was empty, he noticed it empty by empty, his lips followed what he read, tasting as they should. The hot water continues, waiting for him to be full by reading the book.

Spacious bathroom with 1 place to soak, and glass cover. The soaking tub this time was used as a tub of water, then there was a bucket filled with hot water. The bathroom where the toilet, has one mirror that is hung with a nice frame of wood, following the mirror cover itself that covers the frame as it should. The hot water sounded overflowing, put the book down and Jaydir came in, covered the glass cover and the steam began to blanket it.

'All my life, I always lay down excuses for the reason that everything has a clear purpose, so that all the goals I have arranged in such a way as to be the same. I do not believe that man should have one goal, or should follow the twists and turns of life as he should without purpose and do his best. I just believe that, all the twists and turns must be collected in such a way, planned one by one and bent into the twists and turns to the destination I set. That's why I have so many twists and turns to go even if the goal remains the same. I was bending those twists all I wanted so I could go where I wanted. The first time I realized my mistake was before going to bed. It was a time where I had true thoughts, for some reason the longer the mind was worn and left exhausted, the more powerful the mind could think, the problem is that my body is too tired and if I allow myself to keep thinking, I will stay awake until I am fed up and force myself to sleep. Sleep is already a difficult thing if the time of sleep that has been accustomed to being passed just like that, what else to think instead of doing physical activity. The second time I realized my mistake was waking up. It was a time where my mind died, so for a few pairs of hours I had to make it go the way it should go back and it did take quite a long time. My very true mind had to be put to sleep for my life, and when I woke up, I had to come back to life from scratch. It was all the same as someone who was already very true-self and just did a little, had to die, then someone else had to be stupid when newborn. And I just realized that it was a little bit different, because the new birth would probably continue to be stupid forever instead of being a new one and continuing that little practice. It all has to happen for the world to go on. A real person is born like a story of an egg that hatches a little goose that sits between the eggs that hatch little ducks. He's alone and the ducks won't be able to change him.'

The steam was thinning, in the steam, Jaydir opened the door making the steam swarm the room. He did not dry himself with a towel, he then paced while brushing his teeth in the bathroom, until he dried instead of getting sweaty. Surely, he was gargling with hot water as well.

Bedroom

Jaydir should be dry, but he's still sweating. He was observing his body on that tall mirror, so that all of his body was visible. He looked at his short hair, started to branch, then saw his blackish eyes begin to disappear a little and acne was still a lot. He looked at the fat that was still rubbing against his body and the skin that was instead burning red, not to mention his scabies spots.

'One day passed and the difference had not appeared at all. If you do this for a lifetime, it might just make a difference.'

PUBLISH ROUTINITIES

Every morning, many birds gathered in the garden around the courtyard, on the branches of the trees, they all chirped so loudly that the sun began to rise.

Mak Kea

Mak Kea is boiling hot water for Jaydir coffee. His face looked holy while waiting for the water to boil. In addition to waiting for the water to boil, he also waited for his turn to speak, which is what makes his face look holy, because in fact the shadow of what he will talk about makes him happy.

'. . . dak college, not working also me Mak, ' said Jaydir.

'I am also the same as that, open a shop not for profit. I actually already have income from other things, so like that, I do this other than because I am happy, because. . .'

'. . . because of worship?'

'Yes, because of worship. Can see young people here who are studying, and they can eat cheaper here. Look at!' His wrinkled hands pointed to 6 pieces of a circle-shaped table that could be filled by 5 people

at every table. In a morning like this, a lot of people have breakfast, 'that's not breakfast, just coffee every morning?'

'No.'

'Why?' The water was boiling, Mak Kea lifted the pot, and held it on the table.

'I like to be hungry, because it feels free.'

'What free? Not when hungry people are not free because they have to eat?' The iron glass filled with boiling water while his ears continued to listen, the water came pouring out and the smoke evaporated.

'For a person who enjoys hunger, being free from satiety is fun.'

'Then, myself, ' his hands stirred coffee, 'it was once poor, but it used to be. It must have not been born. Now I am grateful to have a large rice field so that the money just flowed until I was alone, ' the spoon was knocked on the side of the glass, 'do not know to be flanked. I think opening a shop like this is one way out, ' the glass is placed in the bowl, then given while saying, 'this, hot coffee boils.'

'Thank you very much. Boiling to ripen the coffee. Actually I like cold coffee, but it runs out quickly.'

Zermayah

If entering from the entrance of the front stairs of the first section, then after that is the place of the round stairs where there is a door to the balcony of the 2nd floor. On the second floor balcony was the entrance of the 2nd floor hallway, where the first room in the hallway was Zermayah's room. Jaydir's room was in a different row to Zermayah's of course. All residents of the 2nd floor will always pass through the balcony of course.

The Gramaphone is in the corner of the room, lined with Bossanowa black plates next to it. In the other corner of the room there is a bucket that is addressed by pipes that are placed physically, so that the room avoids flooding when leaking during the rainy season. In the other corner of the room, there is additional space because actually the additional room is empty space from the bottom side of the stairs, so that it looks as secret as it should when closed and as it should be used as a place to mediate when opened. Zermayah opened it and used it as a useless thing.

As Jaydir looked around the room, there were paintings on the walls, one of them unfinished. Jaydir was in the room, the room that always smells of frankincense because Zermayah burned it, even he himself burned a cigarette that added to the aroma more concentrated.

'Again to me, the hall was actually clean, but because Tolampanaya volcano erupted, the ash came here and has not been cleaned, ' replied Zermayah, 'continue, there was another sleep malem there who rocked there, the most he wanted acquaintance. I just got it from a friend of mine in Natembet, the woman, beautiful. He's usually never a prank.'

'Yes, later when the others are already in his room, I will tell them as well.'

'Later I'll help clean it up too.'

'Yes thanks.'

'When was the plan cleared?'

'When I told the others.'

'Yes, just tell me!' they shook hands and the gray young man was left to continue what he had done.

He was looking for something from his closet, a large iron cup, there was a carving inscribed with 12 cm.

Senggaya

The clock alarm went off, Senggaya opened the door of her room, the door of her room was the only room that had a pair of doors, but she left the other one closed. He looked at the back of the chair, along with the back of Jaydir who was sitting. Senggaya stretched her body, covered her eyes with her arms due to glare and re-entered because the alarm clock was still ringing. After that, he closed the door again, and a few moments later the alarm was off, but, still sounding Bosanowa music from Zermayah's room.

Riseke

Riseke opened the gate, entered on his duck bike. In the courtyard, he parked it, left it to enter, up the stairs. After that, the first time he saw Jaydir sitting down, they came face to face, smiled at each other and left each other. Jaydir saw a small-bodied young man with his glasses, making him look smart and his intention was to carry such a bag.

Jaydir could not see what happened when Riseke opened the door with a key and saw his room, which he left behind every week. Surely Jaydir had a clear reason because he was busy with the same book he always carried, concentrating on seeing what the blank paper would read like later. He began to puff his lips while reading the empty verse;

Past, future and present, line time

Pride, misdirection and possibilities and dreams

It feels like an illusion

It looks pure as an image

Sounds, that's why it's fragile

Read, that's why it's paralyzed!

ROUTINITIES PEAKED

Starts at 09:45

The birds are hovering in the sky, enjoying the time to go. The birds will come back and Jaydir, who is watching the birds fly in the sky, gathers and goes around everything that is invisible, knows it.

Jaydir, was closing his eyes, which looked only orange, due to the bias of sunlight against his eyelids. Among the sounds of insects and birds chirping, his ears sharply catch the sound of the tower in the form of the voices of fathers; ' . . . . important cigarette, thank you very much. For those who want to do charity, please, because worship there are many ways one of them by charity, donate anything. Yes Mother, thank you. .' and other towers in the form of the voices of mothers; ' . . . suk hell. So the way to get to heaven, as said in the scriptures, where flowing rivers of milk, honey and unbaked seagulls, a savory angel in the eyes, flow, they are not wild eyes, the way with a lot of charity and worship. There are many ways of charity and worship, one of which is . . .' And the other tower is a man reading something in the middle eastern language with a tone and melodious.

'Either they memorize all the sentences from a book or another sheet, but all the sentences only make humans think the incarnations are really charitable instead of attracting the heart to be fascinated and trapped. After all what is the meaning of charity, not everyone knows, instead of just giving some of their money. Worshiping, reading such mystical language, being happy, I thought it was all just a suggestion.'

Start at 01:01

There was a room in front of Mohamer's room, it was certainly door-to-door, but always keyless. Inside the room was a pitch-black cat, with a slice of white around its neck. The body is sturdy, containing nonfat muscles, when stroked, feels hard flesh behind its soft fur. At this time he was sleeping, but in a few moments he woke up, because Mohamer put the fish in front of his room, precisely at the place to eat Siblack. The room where Sihitam sleeps is the entrance hall of the front stairs of the second part, namely the stairs to the 4th floor, where there are only 1 room in it.

Siblack, the unlocked door opened slightly raising Siblack's still sleepy head. He saw a fish that had run out of bone for a while, and he saw Mohamer stroking his head, but he could not see himself stroking himself to Mohamer's feet, who left him to the back stairs. Mohamer carries black plastic.

'That's not hot?'

'I'm glad it's hot. Because I sweat and it makes me feel healthy so I can be freer.'

'Drawing because exercise is new healthy.'

'Yesterday afternoon I was drained because of exercise, meaning I was very healthy.'

'That's not eating? Sick later. I will be scolded by your brother.'

'There is no history of people being sick for not eating.'

'Eat it 2 times a day.'

'Eat even 3 times a day, 4 times, 5 times a day.'

'Yes, whatever.'

'Later afternoon run no more?'

'Running time every day.'

TWILIGHT ROUTINITIES

The typewriter's voice turned out to be heard up to the room Daysyun, which is one of the 2 rooms at the end of the hall, precisely next to the front staircase of the first part. Naedan was alone except for the cassava chips in the bowl and the water in the teapot accompanied him, was watching television, not at all expecting that Jaydir who was climbing to the top of the back stairs, went into the 4th floor, not expecting that Jaydir who was climbing up to the top of the back stairs, entered the 4th floor, pass through the door of the only room on that floor and the largest one, then go down

through the front stairs of the second part, is being followed by Sihitam from behind. And Naedan not only heard the ticking typewriter, but he heard the chirping of birds chirping, for they had returned. The problem is, Naedan's hearing is different from Jaydir, who when opening the entrance of the front staircase up to the second part of the squeaks wrenching, plus the cat meowing occasionally, heard everything carefully, he said, until he thought that everything rhymed in certain comas that only someone more diligent than himself could count, Jaydir enjoyed it a lot. It was different because Naedan was watching the television with focus until he did not realize that it had been a few minutes, until finally Jaydir came in squeaking the door, carrying his iron glass.

Food Menistri

There was nothing to please Jaydir after sunbathing all day other than to lay down on the mattress while his eyes pierced the ceiling. There is nothing more boring for Naedan, that's why watching real television is already boring to be the final choice and that's why talking to Jaydir is quite fun.

'The body is red-red.'

'Later long black.'

'I think the skin will even peel, like when I went up Mount Tolampanaya. The air is cold, but the sun is hot. So the skin burned even though it felt cold, ' his hand pushed the cassava chips in the bowl, 'nih eat!'

'Let me later, when the sun goes down.'

'Oh, that's fasting. Why bring a glass?'

'To drink, ' Jaydir poured water from a teapot into a glass, then drank it until the glass was empty, 'I did not fast.'

'Eat, take it easy, chips will not make fat, you are fat anyway.'

'If I eat, I fail to use my fat as energy. I plan to be skinny, maybe next month.'

'It's not eating rice?'

'Eat.'

'The rice is bad, it's best to eat cassava.'

'Why is rice bad?'

'The rice is most quickly used as energy by the body, so you will be hungry faster. And rice has the most glucose content.'

'Why are you eating rice?'

'I only occasionally eat rice, later when my wife is pregnant and has children, I will oblige my family to eat cassava for staple food.'

'So if I eat cassava every day I'll be skinny?'

'If so much you will remain fat. Men need 2000 calories a day to get in and women 1500, but some people have more and less too, this is just generally.'

'What is a calorie?'

'The calorie has its numbers, I forget, essentially there is division of weight and multiplication and calculations like that. Think of it because a day of mandatory eating 3 times a day, means a normal meal hour of 700 or less more. After all, every food ingredient is different, I count it that way to make it easier.'

'So I have to eat under 2000 every day to be thin.'

'That's right.'

'Oh, so the person who ate more than 2000 must be fat.'

'Surely.'

'So if I only eat a serving of cassava a day I'll be skinny next month.'

'Don't just focus on the staple foods, you have to remember that your body doesn't just need carbohydrates to live. Eat vegetables, fruits and others for vitamin needs.'

'That will add to the cost, I'm saving for something.'

'That means good, because cassava is the cheapest carbohydrate.'

'Then how do you cook it?'

'Boiled, even long enough.'

'What if it burns, it's cheaper?'

'For what to burn, look in the corner, ' his hand pointed, 'the room, there is an electric rice cooker, I used to boil cassava using it. But, there should not just eat cassava, what yes, let me think of cheap and complete food ingredients nutritional content.'

'Wait a minute, if cassava is the best and cheapest, why do people choose rice?'

'That's because it's hereditary. It has become a culture, when in my opinion, rice is colonized food. Because the rice produced does not meet the entire needs of the community, so the country imports more. Maybe, it used to be that when people ate their own rice, it was fine, but why should we eat rice from other rice when we can eat cassava.'

'It looks like I should have eaten cassava since childhood, especially I think the cassava was just stuck to the ground and suddenly so. Cassava is the cheapest, easy to plant. Maybe cassava is not good so they are busy eating rice.'

'Cassava is better, the proof is cassava in fried alone is delicious without any spices. If there is already eating cassava with side dishes that can be addictive. Moreover, cassava stay peeled when rice must undergo a lot of process to become rice.'

'Don't, rice became a staple food because of the Indian culture that came here hundreds of years ago, until it finally became a root.'

'I don't know, but it could be.'

Jaydir was fascinated by the words Naedan described, a brown-skinned and handsome face wearing glasses Naedan glazed over explaining the intricacies of food. From this time on, Naeden was appointed by Jaydir to be his personal Food Menistri.

EMBEDDED ROUTINITIES

From the yard, there are countless tapering footprints, while when carefully calculated, there are 12. The first pair of legs, wearing a lady's sandal, lost its echo, it means it's out the door of the staircase, the leg belongs to Ininan, a woman married to Mohamer, she's Jaydir's older sister. Furthermore, the second was a pair of legs wearing women's sandals, losing its echo, it meant that it had come out of the door of the staircase anyway, but the legs belonged to Alinia, but, however, a woman who Naeden wants to marry, one day she will be Jaydir's partner for the problem of making music. However, for now at the very back, a pair of legs that use women's sandals as well, in the form of a beautiful colorful rattan knit, do not lose its echo but stop applying it, he said, that means it's still inside in silence, the leg belongs to Jaydir. The reason Jaydir stayed inside was because he heard far more treads, though, even though it is actually raindrops that are hardened between the sites that are much more rushed than 5 pairs of legs scrambling to get back into the staircase. The rain made them panic to forget the first floor balcony, or commonly called the terrace, because the place was shady. There Mak Kea was sitting on his rocking chair, forgetting his restaurant for a moment.

PROTRACTED ROUTINITIES

Jaydir felt so happy|Jaydir heard the music boredowa|Jaydir see the sky

After that he ends the last paragraphs in his letter;

. . . now, the bibik task is only 2;

First: Bibik had to tell me where the address of the mirror craftsman I could go to.

Second: Kiss no smell.

. . . signed, Muhajid Jaydir

Balcony 3rd Floor

The 3rd floor balcony is a dangerous balcony as it is not fenced off, so anyone can fall down, with the entrance hidden as it is tucked next to Naeden's room. From the entrance, passing through a very narrow balcony when beside the building, even narrower when in front of the building, not the balcony in question. The balcony in question is a concrete roof that is above the restaurant, rather than on the balcony of the 2nd floor. The roof is the entrance of the restaurant.

Balcony 4th Floor

The only room that is the largest, the only room that is on the 4th floor and the only room that has a private balcony, without a fence as well of course. Jaydir who was on the balcony of the 3rd floor was looking at 4 feet floating at the end of the side of the balcony of the 4th floor, a pair belonging to women and a pair belonging to men.

Balcony 2nd Floor

The 2nd floor balcony is a safe balcony. The only balcony that has a fence.

Balcony 1st Floor

This balcony is not a balcony, unless the terrace is floating. Has a floor because it is different from other balconies, has 2 comfortable soft chairs, a table and of course a rocking chair. The important thing on this balcony is the main entrance of the building.

After ending the last paragraph in his letter;

BENSYAN & JAYDIR

BENSYIANA: I just do something because it's the right thing. I don't care what I do is good or bad as long as it's true.

JAYDIR: You do something because it is right in your opinion and everyone does it.

BENSHIANA: No! I really know the truth.

JAYDIR: I also know the truth, but in my own opinion.

BENSHIANA: I really know the truth and everyone will believe me if they are not stupid.

JAYDIR: Everyone is not stupid and they all have the right to argue the truth in their own opinion and you know it.

BENSHIANA: Did you hear it?

JAYDIR: Hear what?

BENSYIANA: Hearing Mohamer reading something with a beautiful sounding chant.

JAYDIR: Yes, I heard it.

BENSYIANA: If I say that good is reading scripture and evil is ignoring it then, truth is understanding and working out the contents of scripture and error is reading it like ancient mantras, do you agree?

JAYDIR: Is it not in the book itself explained that the sentences are miracles so that they can be used as spells to expel mala calamity?

BENSYIANA: Isn't there a story where a male inmate is being mobbed by several men. Some of the men wanted to fuck the beleaguered man and force him to perform an oral action ****. When the man was completely besieged, he read the sentences from the journal he read and lost the calamity. If you just think the scriptures Mohamer is reading are just a kind of journal that tells about someone who will not let go of his teeth when he is experiencing panic and inner pressure, so that mala calamity can be lost just like that, it seems that sya ir\-sya irku is much more appropriate than that scripture. A dove drove the scripture home by forgetting the guidebook and you should know that.

JAYDIR: Wait a minute! Looks like my brain's dead-end.

BENSYIANA: I just drove you to the crossroad and you even more lost to say dead-end when you have 4 choices.