Campus Horror
The Part 13
Campus Horror
The Part 13
Some days I feel uncomfortable. I feel like I'm being followed by someone.
Every day we walk from dorm to campus alone. Many friends who offer a ride even kindly want to pick up to the dorm
I refuse for all sorts of reasons. At first I intended not to be troublesome and become a dependency on others.
In a big city like this, can they be trusted? Are they sincere to be friends?
Instead of regretting later on, I better keep my distance. It is easier to live alone without having to think about the feelings of others.
But this morning it felt different. There's a sense of anxiety in me about something I don't know.
It all started when the Dean of the Faculty of Letters called me.
He offered me an extra scholarship. Every student can only have one scholarship program.
I did not immediately refuse. Because I think that extra scholarships are certainly a great opportunity to improve lives.
Not as of now. The allowance given by the government is only fifty-eight thousand rupiah per month. Yes, even though I no longer need to pay anything like dormitory money, spp money, building money or various kinds of lecture accommodation needs.
I have to be smart to manage all the needs to be met the main food that is the stomach.
The Dean opined that I deserved it. My academic grades have always improved over these three semesters. How not? My daily activities are just learning. After college, I'll stop by the rector's library for a while. Almost all the books I thought were interesting have been uninterrupted.
If I get bored, I will visit another college. You can go to the Faculty of Law, because there is a lot of knowledge about right and wrong lives according to the state of Indonesia.
But the one I am most happy with is the Faculty of Tourism. There is a lot of information about the world. Not bored I imagine if one day can visit one of the countries in Europe.
In the library of the Faculty of Tourism also provides many brochures about job vacancies from within the country to abroad.
I can't wait to finish this class. When the time comes, I will fight and keep trying to apply for jobs abroad.
Not finished I imagine how my life will be abroad, there is an officer of the rectoral library pasting an announcement on the library information board of the Faculty of Tourism.
It turned out that it was a part-time job vacancy at the Faculty of Letters as an Administrative Assistant.
Because too often I stop by, the bus man until familiar with me.
“Try first, than you hang out here keep.” As per advice from the perpus officer.
It doesn't hurt to try. Tomorrow I'll pay a visit to the Administrative Room.
There were also some students and lecturers from the Faculty of Tourism often smiling kindly at me.
Mr. Andi often gives recommendations about interesting books in the library. Always the book suggested from Mr. Andi became the best row of books I have ever read.
Sometimes he put a bag in which contains several drinks and small meals.
One day, a box of rice was placed on the table. Rice box parts during meetings. So said.
I don't know. Maybe my face at that time was so stifling with hunger. I deliberately delayed lunch until 16:30. I mean to have them all closed as dinner.
At 20:00 I turned off the lights and went to sleep, so that the next morning I woke up at 04:00. I'm used to helping Mbah the yellow rice seller across the hall. No need for payment. Just a pack of yellow rice as breakfast has been very happy for me.
Actually Mbah is still very strong to sell alone without me. However, because Mbah often felt pity, I invited him to work.
At first I was often given rice leftovers. The menu is incomplete. Most often yellow rice contains tempeh and vegetable noodles. Without sambal. Because people are very fond of sambal made by Mbah.
I do not want to be continuously given ease by Mbah. So I decided to help him. Whatever I do.
Start selling from 06:00. He did it all alone. Often the opening hours shift to a bit of daylight if Mbah wakes up late.
But ever since I was with him, the opening hours have always been right and visitors have increased.
According to Mbah, it is appropriate to bring flowers to sell.
“You came again?” Ask Mr. Andi surprised me.
“Iya Sir, again make a task.” My leg is friendly
“Have eaten?”
“Not yet, Sir. But later after coming from here I find a meal.”
“Nih no snack box. There was a seminar and there were three more boxes. Make you yes.” There were three white boxes made of paper on the perpus table where I wrote.
“Thank you, Sir. I always trouble Mr.”
“From on dumped. Pity wasted free.”
Without further ado Mr. Andi immediately passed from the library.
Pak Andi is an honorary lecturer at the Faculty of Tourism. He teaches English courses.
From his speech, he graduated from the Faculty of Letters just like me. But different department.
From the appearance of Mr. Andi like a person who is. But enough goodness I received only limited to a relationship in the world of books only.
***
“From where, Asih?”
“From perpus, Kak.”
“Have eaten?
“Cock eat cake only? I eat, right? I'm waiting here. Don't be long.”
Asih was speechless looking at the handsome, beautiful man who was now smiling towards him.
Really, Asih could not say no to him. However, his little heart was trying to resist. He was afraid that all this would be beautiful.
Almost every day he shows up with his black sedan. His appearance could not be rivaled by anyone Asih had ever seen. He's the best.
“Let's wear this yes.” He's handing me a grocery bag.
He opened it and was surprised. There is a red sling bag made of leather with a gold key-shaped ring.
Never before had Asih seen such a good and good thing.
“Why should I accept this?”
“Beautiful women should use beautiful items anyway.”
Gathering cheeks Asih without being able to withstand the turmoil inside the chest.
Asih paid a moment to go to his room in the student dormitory.
***
“Two hundred seventy-two thousand, Brother.”
Damar handed over three hundred thousand bills.
“Returns take aja.” Damar took the pizza that was still in the courier's hand.
“Wah, thank you very much, Brother. This is so much more.”
“Sama-sama. Hope useful yes.”
Damar closed the gate of Stevina's house after the online motorcycle courier actually left.
Stevina went to the dish rack to pick up the cutlery set for four people after seeing Damar enter the front door.
Agia and Bagi are still cool to pursue kuaci even though the eyes still look at the film that is taking place on television.
“Yuk we eat first. Shrimp nguyah kuaci, ‘ntar lo stomach grow sunflower.” Say Damar while showing the sunflower plants that are facing east.
Agia laughed then took the television remote to pause the film.
To go first from Agia to Stevina's dining table.
They enjoyed lunch with laughter. Sometimes their conversation became serious, then again ended up becoming laughter.
***
“Gue wants nothing to be kept secret between us. I want us to be honest with each other now.” Stevina opened the conversation after everyone had finished eating.
“What is the secret?” Ask Agia.
Stevina glanced at Bagi. Then Agia followed Stevina's eyes towards Bagi.
For those who are stared at by two pairs of eyes become clumsy.
“What? How me?” For then look towards Damar.
“Lo told Stevina?”
Damar nodded with a mischievous smile on his face.
To sigh violently and then start to open the sound.
“OK. Now I'm honest. My grandfather was the dean of the Faculty of Letters when Asih disappeared first. Ten years ago, he retired. Udah, ‘kan?”
Agia looked at For a few seconds silence. The threads that feel endlessly insulated are now moving in chains looking for the connection.
“Why didn't Sister tell me?” Stevina asked like a journalist.
“Yes I don't think it has anything to do either ‘kan. I was also afraid to think that my grandfather knew something. How did I say it. Do you know what I mean?”
“Try imagine if, suppose my grandfather had a role to cover and even silence a missing student. How should I try?”
For those who have now changed their faces become grimly bowing their heads.
“If so, will not reduce my feelings to Brother, kok.” Agia clasped her hands tightly for the one who was drooping down on the table.
All eyes are now on Agia and Bagi's hands.
“Why? There can't be any secrets between us, can there?”
Everyone laughed happily, knowing that they were not alone. They have friends who will always be ready when happy or difficult.
“If you are, Gi. What other secrets do you have?” Tanya Share's. His face was back to normal. Even now it looks much better because it knows that his feelings are welcome.
“I? What yes?”
“I'm curious about your opinion on Om Deni.”
“Om Deni? Why is Om Deni?” Ask Damar in surprise.
Agia looked at the others one by one.
“On his left foot Om Deni there is a baby wiggle.”