Versi indonesia Dia tidak bisa melihat banyak dari tempat dia berada. segelintir atap datar bangunan abu-abu. silau lampu jalan yang mengelilingi tempat parkir. Sebuah gedung pencakar langit yang tinggi dapat dilihat dari kejauhan, meskipun begitu jauh sehingga dia tidak dapat membedakan bentuk atau jumlah lantainya. Meski tinggi, dia masih bisa mengatakan bahwa itu sangat tinggi. atau ada atau tidaknya balkon. atau jika itu adalah gedung perkantoran atau jika orang tinggal di sana. Bahkan mungkin struktur yang dihancurkan. Dia hanya bisa melihat garis besarnya, tapi dia menikmati misterinya. Itu memberinya makanan untuk dipikirkan. Dia mengamati langit di luar saat berubah dari merah jambu menjadi ungu menjadi gelap. Daerah itu masih ramai di sekelilingnya. Seseorang menyapu lantai. Permukaan dibersihkan. Instruksi menit-menit terakhir diteriakkan, tetapi seiring berjalannya waktu, semakin sedikit suara yang terdengar hingga hanya tersisa dua. "Sialan, aku hancur," jawab yang pertama. Yang kedua menjawab, "Ya, saya juga," seperti yang pertama berkata, "Saya akan merokok dan pergi tidur." Orang pertama kemudian bertanya, "Bisakah Anda mendapatkan lampunya?" Lampu dimatikan semua. Hanya Fizzo di toko roti. Lemari es berkedip putih dan kuning dalam gelap, dan satu-satunya suara adalah dengungan freezer. Lampu merah kecil di oven bersinar seperti mata rakus. Dia biasa menghabiskan malamnya menonton mereka perlahan-lahan menyala dan mati sebelum menyadari bahwa kedipan itu bukanlah indikasi bahwa oven itu benar-benar hidup. Sederhananya, titik merah adalah lampu. Saat Fizzo menyadari tidak ada orang yang kembali dan area tersebut telah sepi untuk beberapa saat, dia mulai turun dari rak. Di antara dua wastafel besar dan deretan oven, dia menuruni tangga dan jatuh di lantai ubin putih. Meskipun dia sudah akrab dengan toko roti itu, tetap saja tidak terasa seperti rumah sendiri. Dia harus selalu bergerak diam-diam untuk memastikan tidak ada yang bisa mendengar. Tidak ada yang bisa melihat. Dia hanya pernah meninggalkan rumahnya setelah gelap. Sulit untuk mengingat berapa lama dia tinggal di sini. Apakah ini berhari-hari? Minggu? Bulan? Meskipun dia berusaha untuk tidak memikirkannya, setiap kali dia tidak memperhatikan, ingatan dari masa lalu merayapi dirinya. selimut dengan desain "Beku". Dalam kaleng, ravioli daging dan saus tomat. Bunga bakung. Hanya Citra yang bisa dia pikirkan. Fizzo dan Citra dan Fizzo Pasangan yang bermasalah, unit yang tidak bisa dipecahkan. Selalu berdebat, tapi juga sahabat terbaik. Dengan orang tua Citra dan ada perjalanan melalui Kent dengan mobil. Tur Dartmoor dengan berjalan kaki. kunjungan ke lingkungan Toys'R'Us Ketika Citra menghabiskan malam menggendong Fizzo karena dia takut hiu setelah melihat Jaws di komputer ayahnya. Ketat. Fizzo takut dia akan retak di bawah tekanan. Namun, tidak ada hiu di pagi hari, dan keduanya merasa nyaman. Citra bersekolah dengan Fizzo. Dia mengambil hitungan dari Citra. Dia hadir saat Citra harus bermalam di rumah sakit setelah amandelnya diangkat. Dia hadir saat lengan Citra patah setelah jatuh dari pohon. Setiap hari dia ada di sana. setiap malam. Dia memuja Citra, dan dia membalas cinta itu. Selain itu, tidak ada yang bisa membantahnya. Meskipun Fizzo menyukai toko roti, dia merasa kesepian di sana. Pembuat roti ramah satu sama lain, tetapi mereka tidak memperhatikannya. Mereka juga tidak seharusnya. Mereka tampak seperti burung konyol saat berkeliaran dengan seragam putih dan jaring rambut biru, namun jika diberi kesempatan, mereka akan membuangnya. Dia sadar bahwa dia tidak benar-benar cocok di toko roti. Dia bukan orang bodoh. Pembuat roti membuat roti jahe setiap malam. kue berbentuk kucing dengan mata selai. tikus manis dengan warna pink cerah. kelinci dengan telinga kuning berwarna krem. Fizzo awalnya tidak menganggapnya serius. Tapi kemudian dia memikirkan film itu. Ini melibatkan boneka kayu menjadi anak laki-laki sejati. Salah satu film favorit Citra, itu. Itu dia, pikirnya. Yang harus saya lakukan adalah ini. Meluncur melintasi lantai putih bersih. Mirip ice skating ala Frozen. Dia bergerak menuju kulkas besar dan membuka pintu dengan bantuan kepala dan ekornya. Dia membungkuk ke rak paling atas dan melompat ke dalam wadah Tupperware yang sangat besar. Adonan kue di dalamnya bersinar dalam cahaya putih terang. Dia menggali cakar ke dalamnya, dan rasanya lembut. Elastis. hampir mirip dengan kulit Dia melompat kembali ke meja setelah mengambil porsi yang cukup besar—sebanyak yang bisa ditopang oleh lengan artikulasinya. Fizzo menyukai Jurassic Park sehingga untuk ulang tahunnya yang ketujuh, orang tuanya membelikannya Fizzo. Dia mendatanginya dalam kardus dan kotak plastik dengan kata-kata "Dino tunjukkan"tertulis di depan. Citra telah merobek plastiknya dan memeluk Fizzo. Dia berkata: "Dia sempurna, aku akan memanggilnya Fizzo". Dan sejak saat itu mereka tidak dapat dipisahkan. Sampai hari di supermarket. Fizzo ingat hari

Bab:3 The inquisition started after dinner. He meekly accepted the standard tapping and beating as he stood in front of the doctor under the lamp. "Now, will you kindly say, "Ah!"?" “An!” If you don't mind, could I ask you once more? “An.” Say it slowly, and if you can, hold it. “Ah-h-h-h-h-h—” “Good.” How absurd everything seemed. As though his throat were somehow involved! or his lungs or heart! After all this absurd stretching, the corners of his mouth began to ache. He avoided the doctor's eyes and turned to face the fireplace, past his mother's feet—who were wearing grey slippers—which protruded from the green chair and his father's feet—who were wearing brown slippers—which were arranged neatly side by side on the hearth rug. “Hm. There is definitely nothing wrong there. He saw the doctor's eyes were on him and, out of politeness, returned the gaze, but he had the impression that the doctor was being justified in his evasiveness. Tell me, young man, are you feeling okay. "Yes, sir, everything is fine." "No migraines? "No vertigo?" "I don't think so, no," Let me check. If you don't mind, let's buy a book. Yes, thank you, that will be perfect. Now, Paul, if you would just read it, holding it as you normally would—" He opened the book, starting with: "And yet more praise have I to offer for this, the city our mother, the gift of a mighty god, a glory of the land most lofty; the might of horses, the might of young horses, the might of the sea. Since you were the first to demonstrate on these roads the curb that calms down enraged horses, you, son of Cronus, our lord Poseidon, have taken up residence here in this pride. Along with having a remarkable speed on the brine, the shapely oar, which is suitable for men's hands, follows the hundred-footed Nereids. It is now up to you, O land that is praised beyond all lands, to make those brilliant accolades manifest in deeds. He hesitantly came to a stop and lowered the large book. No, contrary to what I initially believed, there are no obvious symptoms of eye strain. The room was silent, and he noticed that the three persons standing in front of him were closely examining him. We could inspect his eyes, but I think it's something else. What might it be? It was his father speaking. "It's merely this odd forgetfulness—" It was his mother speaking. They both presented an irritatingly sorry demeanor in the doctor's presence. "I think it's something different. Paul, I have a question or two that I would really like to ask you. You'll respond to them, won't you, since I'm an extremely close friend of yours? That is accurate! His back was struck twice by the doctor's large fist, and after that, the doctor gave him a fake smile while scratching the top button of his waistcoat with one fingernail. The only sound was the faint flutter of the flames as they made light prestidigitation against the sooty fireback beyond the doctor's shoulder. I want to know if there is anything worrying you. The doctor was grinning once more, his eyelids resting lightly against his tiny, white-lit, black pupils. Why do you ask? Why even respond to him? It was as if one had been stood up on a brilliantly lit stage, under a great round blaze of spotlight, as if one were just a trained seal, a performing dog, or a fish, dipped out of an aquarium and held up by the tail. However, it was all a hassle, this necessity for resistance, this necessity for attention. If he did nothing more than bark or snarl, that would be appropriate for them. And in the meantime, to miss these final few priceless hours, during which each moment was more gorgeous than the last and more ominous—? He continued to stare, as if from a great distance, at the doctor's light-filled pupils, his stiff artificial smile, and then, beyond, once more, at his parents' and mother's pajamas and the fire's gentle flicker. The snow was in the room's corners, where the shadows were the deepest, behind the sofa, and behind the partially open door leading to the dining room. He could see it and hear it even here, amidst these hostile presences and in this staged light. It kept itself out of sight, eradicated itself, but distinctly with an air of saying, "Ah, but This appeared to worry the physician. He sat back in his chair and put one of his large, white hands on each knee. His face started to lose its smile gradually. Well, Paul! I'm afraid you don't take this nearly seriously enough, he continued, pausing gravely. I believe you might not fully understand—not fully understand— He exhaled quickly and deeply before turning to face the others, seemed speechless and at a loss for words. However, both Mother and Father remained silent, and no assistance was given. You must be aware that lately, you haven't been quite yourself, right? Do you not realize that? . . .” It was interesting to observe the doctor's resolute attempt at a smile, complete with a strange, unorganized expression of private shame.

Bab:3 The inquisition started after dinner. He meekly accepted the standard tapping and beating as he stood in front of the doctor under the lamp. "Now, will you kindly say, "Ah!"?" “An!” If you don't mind, could I ask you once more? “An.” Say it slowly, and if you can, hold it. “Ah-h-h-h-h-h—” “Good.” How absurd everything seemed. As though his throat were somehow involved! or his lungs or heart! After all this absurd stretching, the corners of his mouth began to ache. He avoided the doctor's eyes and turned to face the fireplace, past his mother's feet—who were wearing grey slippers—which protruded from the green chair and his father's feet—who were wearing brown slippers—which were arranged neatly side by side on the hearth rug. “Hm. There is definitely nothing wrong there. He saw the doctor's eyes were on him and, out of politeness, returned the gaze, but he had the impression that the doctor was being justified in his evasiveness. Tell me, young man, are you feeling okay. "Yes, sir, everything is fine." "No migraines? "No vertigo?" "I don't think so, no," Let me check. If you don't mind, let's buy a book. Yes, thank you, that will be perfect. Now, Paul, if you would just read it, holding it as you normally would—" He opened the book, starting with: "And yet more praise have I to offer for this, the city our mother, the gift of a mighty god, a glory of the land most lofty; the might of horses, the might of young horses, the might of the sea. Since you were the first to demonstrate on these roads the curb that calms down enraged horses, you, son of Cronus, our lord Poseidon, have taken up residence here in this pride. Along with having a remarkable speed on the brine, the shapely oar, which is suitable for men's hands, follows the hundred-footed Nereids. It is now up to you, O land that is praised beyond all lands, to make those brilliant accolades manifest in deeds. He hesitantly came to a stop and lowered the large book. No, contrary to what I initially believed, there are no obvious symptoms of eye strain. The room was silent, and he noticed that the three persons standing in front of him were closely examining him. We could inspect his eyes, but I think it's something else. What might it be? It was his father speaking. "It's merely this odd forgetfulness—" It was his mother speaking. They both presented an irritatingly sorry demeanor in the doctor's presence. "I think it's something different. Paul, I have a question or two that I would really like to ask you. You'll respond to them, won't you, since I'm an extremely close friend of yours? That is accurate! His back was struck twice by the doctor's large fist, and after that, the doctor gave him a fake smile while scratching the top button of his waistcoat with one fingernail. The only sound was the faint flutter of the flames as they made light prestidigitation against the sooty fireback beyond the doctor's shoulder. I want to know if there is anything worrying you. The doctor was grinning once more, his eyelids resting lightly against his tiny, white-lit, black pupils. Why do you ask? Why even respond to him? It was as if one had been stood up on a brilliantly lit stage, under a great round blaze of spotlight, as if one were just a trained seal, a performing dog, or a fish, dipped out of an aquarium and held up by the tail. However, it was all a hassle, this necessity for resistance, this necessity for attention. If he did nothing more than bark or snarl, that would be appropriate for them. And in the meantime, to miss these final few priceless hours, during which each moment was more gorgeous than the last and more ominous—? He continued to stare, as if from a great distance, at the doctor's light-filled pupils, his stiff artificial smile, and then, beyond, once more, at his parents' and mother's pajamas and the fire's gentle flicker. The snow was in the room's corners, where the shadows were the deepest, behind the sofa, and behind the partially open door leading to the dining room. He could see it and hear it even here, amidst these hostile presences and in this staged light. It kept itself out of sight, eradicated itself, but distinctly with an air of saying, "Ah, but This appeared to worry the physician. He sat back in his chair and put one of his large, white hands on each knee. His face started to lose its smile gradually. Well, Paul! I'm afraid you don't take this nearly seriously enough, he continued, pausing gravely. I believe you might not fully understand—not fully understand— He exhaled quickly and deeply before turning to face the others, seemed speechless and at a loss for words. However, both Mother and Father remained silent, and no assistance was given. You must be aware that lately, you haven't been quite yourself, right? Do you not realize that? . . .” It was interesting to observe the doctor's resolute attempt at a smile, complete with a strange, unorganized expression of private shame.

Pamannya sedang mengeluarkan barang-barang dari perahu ketika dia tiba di dermaga. Dia menggeram di bawah kumis hitamnya, "Ayo, cepat." Langit berdarah akan turun, dan Anda hanya berdiri di sana tampak terkejut. Tolong bantu saya. Pria itu melambaikan tangannya ke arah anak muda itu saat dia meletakkan bak mandi di atas pasir. Mereka berteriak di atas sirap, "Pergilah ke sisi lain ini," sementara langit berkilauan di sekitar mereka dan angin menerbangkan ladang. Mereka membawanya ke tempat berlindung yang terbuat dari semak-semak dan banksia yang tersembunyi di balik bukit pasir. Pria itu melempar tas ke anak muda itu, yang kemudian mengambil bak mandi dan mengikutinya ke trek sementara mimosa berduri gemetar dan mencakar kaki telanjang seorang anak laki-laki di tanah. Pintu gubuk terbuka saat mereka sampai di sana dan terbanting ke dinding. Jika itu terjadi, semua orang di kampung halaman bocah itu akan percaya bahwa mereka telah dirampok. Namun, itu menandakan berangin dalam konteks ini. Bak mandi diletakkan di dapur dengan dentuman lembut di samping dan percikan air. Dia melangkah mundur untuk menutup pintu rapat-rapat, menghalangi malam, angin, dan kebisingan. Namun, cahaya kuning kusam merembes ke dapur melalui jendela, dan di tanah, bayangan pial dan kulit kertas berputar dan berputar. Pria itu membuka tutup bak dan memerintahkan, "Pergi dan periksa apinya." Dengan kain tebal, pemuda itu membuka pintu kompor. Meski panas, api sudah padam. Dia mengambil kayu kecil dan melemparkannya, satu lagi, lalu yang lain, memberi jarak agar api bisa bernafas karena masih menyala merah. Dia menatap lampu merah-oranye sambil membiarkan pintu terbuka sebentar. "Tutup pintunya," geram pamannya.

Beginnings I come from the blessed tree like a shot. My father and the three Asanga men who came before him all had characteristics that heralded grandeur at birth. times like the seventh day of the seventh month, seven-thirty. To mark their arrival in our world, devas and other beings from the heavenly realm flitted and flirted. I, John Yogacara Asanga, had an unlucky birth, unlike my ancestors. This is my tale in its purest form. To the extent that I can recall, it is true. I'm telling you this because it happened a long time ago and sometimes even I don't think it actually did. Still, it did. Every mysterious, wonderful detail is accurate. I either immediately encountered them or... to be continue...