MIONG: And the Sublime Paralytic

Usap - part 2

Still in the night of their awkward silent fight, Miong decided not to sleep in the same room, rather, he decided to stay up while sitting on the living room just literally five steps away from the room that was only isolated by a thin sheet of translucent curtain. From the living room, he could hear the rhytmic snore--not too loud, not to peaceful-- of the boy who slept with his eyebrows meeting.

Miong let the silence continue, for it was the deepness of the night and someone's asleep. For the lack of anything better to do, he took the Senior High Thesis he snatched from the professor's hand. It was thicker from the first time he held it. This time, the thesis is done with complete conclusions and recommendations. He has always been fascinated with research papers. His sister published more than twenty in different fields of natural sciences, and he had less than ten in political and social science.

He opened the preface of the research, which he laughed at since school theses don't usually have preface. Probably it was an additional assignment from an English professor. He snorted, but he continued reading anyway.

"This paper is a product of a citizen's observation and love for country. It shows what was, what is, what could have been, and most especially, it shows what would if could have been."

'Wow'. Miong thought. He never knew such construction exists, but it was brilliant and would really catch the eye. He continued reading the preface.

"This paper is primaly addressed to the educators in the stretch of my student life; my teachers at school, my neighbors, and my parents, to whom I would dedicate my entire intellect and time for the betterment of their patriotic position. An understanding of this paper may not be as grand as ground-breaking, for I so believe it's a wissful little paper that seeks giant understanding of the highest governance of our country. I do not expect much, but I wish to provide better means of its construction."

'How humble.' Miong had to put down the paper for a while to look at the boy's back, rising and falling with his breathing. He cannot believe a boy who gives him headaches would know how to think so complicatedly without leaving the humanistic part of things.

The reading continues. "Grateful acknowledgemet is here made to those who guided me in the process of making this paper, and to a young law student whose sense of responsibility and righteousness helped me from the simplest to the largest ways."

'Woah, what?' Of course it would be him. Unless Appy knows another law student who helped him from the simplest to the largest ways. Well, he does think he helped a lot in this paper. He borrowed a lot of socio-economic books using his I.D. with his friends asking why he would need such books.

'Of course it's me!' Miong finalized in his mind. 'Sense of responsibility and righteousness? Don't kid me.'

He again stared at the young boy's back with a smile. This boy is humorous.

It took him an hour to finish reading the paper, which he insisted would have been done for 15 minutes if the paper wasn't that interesting. With good reads, you need time to pause and admire the thoughts in it, or pause and ask yourself, that's why it took him long to read. He did a very good research on different bureaucratic systmes and their economic impacts. It would be easy to google the bureaucratic systems, but gatheric the data and analysing them to conclude to their economic impacts is a bit.. tedious. Not hard, but tedious.

Nonetheless, his wordings and analysis are brilliant.
However, there's something wrong in this paper.
It seems like this paper almost have a voice.
A voice of violent opinion, though not directly stated.
A discriminating and activistic voice that a normal human would not see.

It's clear that Appy hates the current system of the government.
And he's pretty passionate about it.

They will need to talk.