Fiction Campus
SERIES 11

Among the physical construction of our campus, the creation of a simple stage first completed. Complete with a walled roof that is also not luxurious. Mr. Iwan deliberately suggested the design model to the workers for a change of schedule. More convenience is required for effective fit. The new rectangular stage grew right in front of our campus, becoming the first proponent of his life a stage of the most abstract fiction in the underarms of the earth.

Zoro, our Student President, thinks more quickly than I thought before. For two weeks divided into preparation for stage decoraation and drama training, Zoro invited the awareness of another empty paraclete, to create a sports field in the row of campus land.

Straight from the direction of small space ‘security, volleyball court formed within a week. Relying on the former unused cemented field, Zoro and others combined to create a white line and painted the cemented field into a decent volleyball court.

Not until there, he also called for everything to gradually to the empty warehouse space that is quite spacious. That's where the cleaning is done until an ideal table tennis playground is realized. Which is also the pleasure of passion Sir Bima every night. He always challenged the students in the dorms to a table tennis match. And because there were no lights for night lighting, he with his young soul, often took the lights for the room MTS Majdiyah next to the table tennis room. After he is done, he will install the lamp at the starting point.

In addition, behind our new stage, it became the site of the making of the takraw football field. They only live to paint the hard ground flanked by some sapodilla trees that are difficult to ripen the fruit. We also work together to color the sides of the stage with various flower pots. Of course, electricity and jumbo-size lamps are available. So that the night of the fictional stage show was rolling, we had a lighting light for the guests.

When Sir Batak replaced Bung Super as Chairman of Puket III, changes in the tempo of the movement were being made. He comes with a flexible leadership style like being in a different universe. Although not a native of Sumbawa, he never took us like an educated robot. He understands the condition of our campus.

The art of opening himself impresses all the scholars he moves in all units of activity.

He appealed to play a sporting and extracurricular role every Saturday morning. Yes, utilizing all forms of simple sports facilities that have been ready to use before. And it starts with a little strand of SKJ gymnastics on the volleyball court later. He never forced us all to be like the solid formality of big campuses. The philosophy of love that if attached strongly to him also through Pak Iwan.

Sir Batak has always been a hero for scholars.

But he can also be transformed into another soul piece at some point when I make a fatal mistake. All the bad engagements that stopped by after the art show, also brought Hajar Aswad together in my problems. But before that, I show you a series of joys before all those moral calamities hit me.

The drama script was completed in the shortest time. As per Zoro's directives, selected scholars conducted a week-long exercise.

In the exercise, I could be serious more than a hundred percent because of the scene with the zebra hijab. But he doesn't always wear that color in training.

Of course I took the key to the opportunity to be able to play with him as a scriptwriter. Not only drama, traditional Sumbawa art also entered despite getting smaller portions. The small portions include ‘Bakelong’, ‘rabalas alawas, and ‘sakeco’ which is the art custom of the Samawa tribe.

Our first campus art stage took place on Sunday. We invite NW managers, important people, our beloved lecturers, and also the regent of Sumbawa to attend. Of course the scholars who will appear will be increasingly tested lejit courage.

And the event was warm. When small portions spent their simple cheer, the scholars in charge of the drama performed. More or less the drama that takes the victims of romance was aired in conscience. The drama titled ‘Fiki’ Campus shows predominantly imitations of the characters of our lecturers.

I played Pak Iwan as a coachman's son who fell in love with his daughter, Iga Widari. You can guess the girl who fought Bu Iga. Of course, you're right. The fictional campus story is the struggle of romance and dreams of Iwan Jazadi and Iga Widari to form a loving educational building.

The funniest thing as a side element is the role of the character of the lecturers such as the accent sound of Sir Batak, the maco style of Bung Rocky and its seriousness, as well as the sound of a distinctive laugh that soared so fiercely from Bung Super.

When the end of the drama produced the red thread of this story …

I want you tonight, Hajar

This is not about a black stone from Heaven

Stupid, you pulled me out of an intellectual cage

Dive into my sanitary horizon skillfully

Then, it was even more devastating because I fell in love with the clear voice

Your clear voice in the airport's noisy room that morning

And …

“What?” my opponent stopped my poem.

“The universe is too vast to love you alone,” I said to the cast of Iga.

“That's a form of despair?”

“Not ... it's officially the way I follow up on this illicit relationship.,” I replied starting to forget one fundamental thing back then. “You must be sensitive to the way God separates us in the most seamless way.”

“Do not want."

“Why?”

“We're not even easy to be together .. It's easy for you to say that vocabulary.”

“Which ... I don't understand. Talk don't half so .. sucks once.”

“Towards this point of togetherness alone we must fight the world, gather excess courage, cut off the portion of regret, even. And you want to say goodbye vocabulary so lightly?”

“Indeed I said what?”

“Hem ..” pouted Hajar while holding his hand that wanted to hit my shoulder.

“That required only one whole sentence,” I said again.

“Indeed you can play majas?”

“You doubt my speaking ability? Look .. emm, I mean .. listen to this carefully. We just say sincerely to God .. ‘Yes God, accept my love!”