Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 10
Every month of Ramadan we always gather for the afterlife in our campus mosque. I mean ‘mudhakaroh’. And especially for Ramadan in 2017, we talked about an art scene. Our campus held the first art stage in the history of development.
Towards the end of mid-2017, before the delivery of student debate team to Bali and planning the art party invited the attraction of Sumbawa figures, we and the greenhouse family must gather for the accreditation period. That time takes a lot of energy. All the results of the unification of energy for a week of time certainly bear sweet fruit. Our campus finally got B accreditation.
The ‘supervisor’ who are professors from the University of Mataram, present as assessors of all accreditation requirements. Although at that time, the skeleton of the building was still in the construction stage, point B was firmly perched in the organs of our campus. Although unfortunately, it only applies to the English Language Study Program. For Mathematics Study Program still survive on C accreditation. Yet it does not destroy our kinship or united spirit for change.
Until the election of the new Student President for 2017-2018, I was promoted as a candidate. But I ask Sir Batak as Chairman Puket III successor Pak Suparman, to choose a candidate based on the sensitivity of each conscience. The reason, I remembered Mus's message to finish our dream story and tell his story to the younger students. As a personal ‘introvert’ I feel very unwise in processing others to lead. At that time, one of Kelana's 6 members volunteered. It was Zoro.
Can you understand? When we got to this part that was nothing, I had already compiled ‘mancripts’ fictional campus stories at the time. I've only always been faithful to my dreams and Mus's. We will reincarnate ourselves like Bang Alen and Monday in future episodes. If Mus can't see him then Picolo will be my next door to him. Picolo also said to me, “I'll be on top of my brother, Big Bos!”
“What is life always according to our wishes, Picolo?” I tried to insinuate his spirit in the form of an amateur psychological test. We were sitting in a small hut near our campus.
“I don't care!” reply then with a nimble tone. “We can fail a thousand times, but never give up even once!”
Picolo's red aura silenced my nerves. I've never seen it like a green jewel in the Red Sea.
“Picolo, did you know that I also have a friend named similar to you back then?”
“Really? Then Big Boss, what does this have to do with me?”
“Yeah, you're never sensitive apparently. Sometime, you should accompany me sending weird poems to the best speakers in the debate selection then.”
“My semester partner?”
“Harajar Aswad!”
“Not.”
“Oh?”
“It's just a nickname like us.”
“Then?”
“You can guess!”
Picolo got up and started to get serious,
“Via!”
“Via Vallen?”
“Not ..”
“Via. Yes, that's it.”
“Only that?”
“Iya, of course.”
“Hem, okay. I'll keep calling him Hajar.”
“So, when was the poem made?”
“Now.”
“Can in a minute?”
“I'm used to.”
And the poem rolled off into the air my longing for her figure. Yeah, I really can't lie to you right now. I fell in love with the girl's wisdom and intelligence. When you meet at the airport, the sound is similar to ‘native speaker’ for female voice in ‘listening’ TOFL test or ‘IELTS’. And that's my kind of female voice. You can laugh at me now.
Before the day to the romance struggle arrives, I will tell you a little about what needs to be detailed here. You need to be patient a little for the suffering I'm going to suffer. Okay, I'm starting.
After the news of Puket III's change was lodged wildly in my ear, it was then that grief settled at the base of my conscience. Mr. Suparman ... left our greenhouse temporarily for the continuation of his higher education towards the doctoral. That day we got an idea from him for the design of student activities. We participated in a scientific writing contest and created a team for the Village Development Grant Program (now changed to Student Activity Unit).
We are just a simple experience and a real life experience. Even when we went down to Ngali Island, we got a father figure as a source there. He was a fisherman and father of my lecturer who had an idea for our proposal. Who would have thought that someone who was once a poor coastal child has now metamorphosed into an outstanding man to the doctoral level. And at that time, Bung Super, as I mentioned to him, was starting S3 education at Udayana University in Bali.
Super dude might not be as good as Bang Alen who is also a student. But his sensitivity to be affectionate towards his students, penetrated gently into every inch of our minds. The philosophy of compassion in education is also the spirit of Bang Alen towards Macquarie. And that spirit of philosophy is rooted in Mr. Iwan, our common father.
You remember, my best friend Mus said in the course of Bu Iga ... in the first semester? Mus has also echoed the spirit of educational philosophy in the style of Ki Hadjar Dewantara and his expectations. Yes, Socrates was a teenager who seemed to be present at every step of my story in the greenhouse.
And it was also the spirit that led us to the championship in recognition of the first PHBD proposal. We open a search of the list of campus names on the internet for acceptance of proposals by the government. Our immature dwarf campus managed to scoop up the top. We are also funded according to the amount stated in our draft proposal. The fund has Rp 45,000,000.
Tridayani as the only part of the women, take care of the fund management plan. We made our first activity jacket in the national series. The black jacket, complete with the name on the chest and the symbol of STKIP Paracendekia NW Sumbawa, will also be worn at our first national seminar in Bali. The seminar was to account for our proposal in front of those important people.
Sea cucumber, has lived our minds at that time as an element of freshness of ideas. Sea cucumbers are sea cucumbers that are more thought by people as a type of marine plants. Sea cucumber became the natural wealth of Sumbawa as marine animals are also needed consumers in Australia for food processing and herbal medicine. Wild hunting will be sea cucumber because the price is expensive, making its existence more feared.
That is the reason the proposal theme from the direct mind of the Ngali Island child who is now my lecturer, managed to stop the poaching of sea cucumbers. Then the rest of the funds went into the armpits of each of our pockets. I used it to pay for the fifth semester SPP and the dormitory fee was only one hundred thousand per month.
If I turn to procuring that art scene, it will be far from the point of our story now. You'll have to swallow the sweet for a while before it really gets into its cruelty. You can think of my words as jokes.
And in the order in which it happens, the PHBD seminar and the departure of the selected debate team from the results of the month-long quarantine should be decided in line. I mean, the incongruity started happening a month later. And before I get there, I'll treat the adult plot of the story as a sequence.
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After a few days' rest after returning from the Little Island, I invited Picolo to find Hajar Aswad secretly. The tuition time for Picolo semester is 02:00 p.m. So the plan takes place in the afternoon when the mega-mega are crossed by exotic paddy birds.
I just need to leave the poem to Picolo. Remembering he was in class with that girl. But I want the girl to receive it from my silent palm and what it is. Even then, I waited in a small hut next to our campus. I sent a message to Picolo to take the girl to my place. But that hope was washed away by the fruit of Zoro's plan as Student President.
“Big Boss, our lecture is over. But our BEM chairman asks to assemble now in the field,” Picolo said on the phone.
“Good, we're there.”
In that society, I was quite happy with the number of Paraclutian students who were increasing rapidly. I serve Zoro's duties as chairman that must be respected. He became a charismatic man who was relaxed in the lead. He gave freedom to his friends and semester brothers not as subordinates.
And apparently he brought up the discussion about our first stage of art. Yes, he asked me to write a play and a poem for ‘transcript’nya. I think that female students should be more refined in such affairs.
“Big Boss, you are more experienced in such a crucial matter,” Zoro said with confidence.
He has always been good at touching the vital points of my heart. He seemed to have memorized my psychological power. And he was really skilled at playing emotionally in leading the casual discussion that afternoon.
“Good, this will be our first art performance. We do not want the success of our brothers in PHBD to be the only movement, right? We need to be hotter and livelier than usual. Student life!”
“Life student!” reply simultaneously all.
In the early days of his leadership, Zoro always secretly asked for advice and criticism for his deadly plans. Ah, I don't even want to be the chairman. But as if he understood me better than myself, he still asked several layers of questions.
“You're not hurt, Big Boss?” he said to me one day.
“About what is it?”
“The intellectual brothers always talk about your critical attitude like a political observer.”
“I don't care. That's their right, right? I really like being an education observer,” I said slowly.
Zoro did not dwell for a moment.
“Then, let us make your poetry for Hajar Aswad as part of your drama.”
“Oh? How did you ..”
“Picolo leaked it to me. Ah, nevermind. It is our duty as members of 6 Kelana to help. Didn't you?”
I painted a smile and the art scene didn't just become a fictional stage. Behind that, the drama also played the role of connecting my inner relationship with Via. I don't want to fall in love with her in an amateur way. The rest, Zoro pasted a list of names and assignments of each student who was willing to perform.
And once again, love proves its power. Ah, love! I will not play games or ask for his love back. All I hope to do is break through her heart to know the love of an ordinary person like me.