Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 14
“Why can?” I asked Hajar sometime after his return.
“We did not fail. We just can't be champions. Big brother doesn't know the quality of our opponents from the elite campuses there. I am thankful we got that far. That was our campus's first participation, right?”
“Not that I mean.”
“Then?”
“Why didn't you tell me that our student sister was elected NTB Language Ambassador this year?”
“Oh, the Dawn?”
“He's your sister, right?”
“Iya, hehe. So brother just wants to know through my mouth?”
“Iya, I think he's your girlfriend.”
“Of course.”
“Means.”
“Of course not!”
“Hem .. fine. So your sister secretly followed that selection in Mataram?”
“True. It becomes a perfect complement to our campus achievements, right. He beat out the competitors from the elite campus as well. It's also the impression our campus is getting worth counting, Big Boss! These are the facts and proofs of Mr. Umar.”
“Bung Rocky you mean?”
“Hehe, yes. It's not about where you study, it's about what you do where you study. For what we have to spend funds in order to study at a large campus if here cheap and quality though simple.”
“Huh .. yes, but studying at an elite campus is not wrong, right?”
“Indeed I judge so?”
“Maybe.”
“Hehe, brother still want to Melbourne?”
“Sure!”
“Why not go to Paris? Big Boss isn't she skilled at stringing diction?”
“Hem, but I feel inappropriate to go there.”
“Why?”
“Because I'm not a romantic guy. Paris and its Eiffel are a romantic country. All I have is a loyal, sincere heart to you. This is the incredible love of ordinary people, Hajar.”
“For what waiting for me?”
“Oh?”
“So I just need to fight and grab my hand if it works out later. I don't want to be fought. I just want Big Boss to run for sister's own ideals then send that wind of success into my ears in another life.”
“Hem ..”
“Kakak has started summarizing the fictional campus story?”
“But.”
“You want me to help you?”
“Indeed you can write? Writing is different from plagiarizing writing on a blackboard. You should really pour the writing on your head based on imagination and fact.”
“Iya, I know. Big Boss just tell me all the writing on brother's head.”
“Cannot.”
“Why?”
“Not yet.”
“Hem ..ya already.”
“You can see it in full form if I can take you to Melbourne later.”
“Big Boss, I ..”
“I go!”
“Where?”
“Meeting Sir Coffee and Mrs Pink!”
“Who are they?”
“Pak Hakim and Mrs Dita. I want to ask them for help regarding my curhatan to mading campus.”
And I waved happily at him. I searched the two art-spirited pieces in his room and asked for advice one by one for the publication of my writing in Mading. I also asked Mrs Pink for advice on reviewing a fictional campus script that I was about to write.
Sir Kopi became a call for a wise man like an ancient manuscript to walk like a Judge. He is a lecturer in general courses for the Islamic Religion. While Mrs Pink is the result of naming a beautiful young lecturer who almost always wears a pink hijab like Mrs Dita.
He is an ageless lecturer who is still fresh to marry any man. I had a love for Mrs Pink like a man for a woman.
That unnatural feeling bloomed in my male heart while still sitting in the third semester. I often messaged with him and forbade him to speak any formal language and he just pityed me. I then decided not to interpret my interests, transcending the limits of a student.
At that time, 2018 welcomed the return of Mrs Elli as a sweet killer lecturer at our campus. This incident happened when I first got a taste of college on my own in the sixth semester. Five of my hawk friends asked permission for an off-campus organization.
“You don't imitate most people, Bee! Your name may mean ‘lebah’ but you don't like animals. Bees alone can appreciate when working with other bees,” explained Mrs Elli in my tense minutes of solitude in the language lab room.
Well, at that time we already had a monitor for the percentage of students as it should be. Our green house is also complete as an educational building until graduation to the third floor. Making a large banner from the mindset of Sir Batak, must be raised again to the outside wall to the right of the third floor.
“What do you mean, Mrs?”
“People now it's all ‘ass war wab!”
“Oh?”
“Padahan among them there are those who claim to be students and agency figures. But ethics and morals in language for the business of opening greetings. They love to abbreviate greetings and liken them to the words of a day in mobile phone messages.”
From that moment on I fell in love with the power of his honest protest. I mean, my heart breaks into the ferocity of his ideology that reflects genuine concern. And when there was half an hour left, my friends showed up and saved me from that solitary space.
Actually, not only once I have to go to college alone considering my contemporaries are busy and spirited humans everywhere. I was also once alone as a student in the course of Mrs Intan and Sir Bima. I can't leave that introverted room. Because I became the chairman of the level who must always bring news events as a list of attendance scholars, to then be submitted to Pak Khairul, Ustadz Adi Hidayat greenhouse. He is also a lecturer in Islamic public courses such as Sir Kopi.
But he on the other hand worked as the manager of all the official paper-related at the campus office. Yes, even though actually studying alone may be banned on your elite campuses. But never mind, I continue.
After leaving the conversation with Hajar and receiving the results of the review and the points of direction from Mrs Pink and Sir Kopi, the scientific curiosity was stuck faithfully in the mading ‘Green Castel.' I deliberately used the type of writing ‘Agency FB” to attract the greedy gaze of the scholars who read it later. Although it may be the worst confession and essay in the Sumbawa universe.
“I Want To Learn From Wind”
To Kampus Hijauku, as an afterthought to all the gifts of your heart …
Light frame for the little kings of my country who are struggling to feel the pleasure of Education …
To my beloved lecturers at Green House …
For my six best friends, the 6 members went …
A Quote from Albert Einstein and dedicated at the funeral of Mahatma Gandhi. "Generation to come will scare believe that such a one as this, ever in flesh and blood walked up on this Earth." (Future generations will find it hard to believe that this amazing thing ever existed in blood and flesh, and walked upon the face of the earth).
BOND, tightly gripping the meaning of a relationship. Abstract objects neatly tucked in the love of creatures called humans. And all can seem easier and more beautiful some snore through the point of view of the heart. A lump of meat in the most invisible part.
I understand very well between us, there are still walls and gaps in the inner relationship.
It falls so hard that the love slowly disappears in this place. For some time now, I was able to witness all the filtered events of hatred. I don't know why I'll never understand. But I realize, no matter how smart we are, as long as we can't embrace each other, then the world just laughs at our stupidity every day.
Is correct. I write like this because my spirit is being eroded by your tiny actions that disturb the togetherness here. Paracochial brothers. A dozen laskar pelangi who had boomed a few years ago, should be a reference that our education is also burdened. When the people out there are underestimating this college more, God has extended his hand for some time, right?
Do you still not believe in the power of dreams? Every day, my veins are bombarded by the lack of tolerance of your public mouths. But I never want to stop loving. I tasted too much of a sentence that read, “Best friends, goodbye, I went first to bring a sense of pride as a Earth Mother Earth man. In that city, Melbourne, I will be very far from you and the togetherness of the enjoyment of the process of pursuing that dream will pay off.”
The last sentence was born from the curly mouth of a poor Kencana Beach child. He has been present far away in this greenhouse long before the pride of achievement, one by one we taste. My best friend, who was only two weeks old here at the time, his intellectual pulse and pulse drastically changed my imagination. Through this scientific investigation, I want to repay her wish so that I can share her hope with all of you. He may not be as rich as Philipus Brown or all the Lintang characters in the movie Laskar Pelangi.
He is full of flaws like me. But he never once paved the path of ease. He always fought with strength. And the spirit of his intelligence is still residing in this greenhouse.
I felt insinuated when you, my many juniors decided to leave this greenhouse. Doesn't limitation actually make our eyes much more able to strengthen creativity to change lives? No need to lose with the situation.
Great people are those who bring the knee to the ground, not let the circumstances rule them.
After almost four years of presenting your story here, do you not feel a sense of kinship? I am a human being who actually has the principle that education is not important. But because I knew that education was not important because I was in education, it made me realize that education is important.
Out there, there are children who every day walk, pedal old bicycles, or cross rope bridges just to feel the pleasure of education. Me and some of you aren't that far from all that? So, how can we be principled to stop cutting paths and sketching our own future? O scholarly scholars who seek knowledge there, do you remain true to your desire to stop raising ideals?
Since childhood, I have been a hobby observer of life. That's why I can easily figure out the cold war radar in our place. I miss that togetherness. I wanted courage first. The times where our greenhouses are still thriving and we are still the spoiled butterflies in the family cocoon. I really want all of us to be back on the road named “Philosophical Education of Valentines”.
WHEN I first stood in this greenhouse, I quickly felt the warmth of a family value. A small sacrifice for friends and a small appreciation for things that smell togetherness. But slowly, all that abstract pleasure began to melt, dry up, and evaporate into the atmosphere of dissension.
I AM trying every day to write words that I may never believe I am writing. My lecturer sometimes asks, “Do you still write?” Of course I don't know how to write. Yeah, I'm just writing a carving of my own capacity. When someone says, “This write is the goal what?” It was enough to make me moody and sometimes almost make me give up.
WHEN my simplest lecturer said, “The person who has the most influence on your life is yourself.” Therefore I believe that those of higher rank and higher rank will not be able to make me fly to the highest heavens a success. Just ourselves. Of course, with our courage to dream until God embraces those dreams, making all the impossibilities reincarnated into certainty.
And to my juniors, do you not think how sad Bang Alen and Mondo are to return from the land of the kangaroos, to find you dead? And before his departure, he had given you much power of words from the first time since your heart rested here. And for you my lecturers who have managed to prove the power of that dream by successfully displaying it in the opposite sky. You prove that limitations and dreams are the power to make the impossibility of metamorphosing real.
WHEN a faculty and student relationship grows to resemble father and son, I have to go very deep. He is a feisty man whose voice is most thunderous when playing table tennis. It is simple yet radiates the light of sincerity. Take a walk, buy food, and talk like a human relationship. That is how science should be comfortable to enjoy. A relationship that makes everything shine to be seen and remembered. He was a young lecturer who always taught me how to keep up, guided me how not to give up, and taught me how to dream. Thank you, lecturer who loves and cares for me every day.
WHEN a female lecturer is like her own mother, then which student is not at home? He is a lecturer as well as a moral educator of this greenhouse. He gave the impression that, this is not only a college, but also a place to get to know each other's lives.
THEN, when the first new teacher cheerfully began to act as my lecturer, he exuded an aura of intelligence and sincerity as a true educator. Her pink hijab that made me fall in love, was none other than her pure feminine spirit. His spirit was exactly a rainbow after the sky spilled the darkness of rain. She was the only woman who made me feel sorry for being a student.
And I should be willing to not expect anything according to the direction of Mr. Iwan, the real Big Boss. But once again, do you curse a student if you fall in love with the person who provides knowledge to him every day? Fortunately, Hajar Aswad was present as ‘buroq’ in the blink of a meeting, giving me real hope towards a relevant romance tragedy.
LASTly, for all 6 of my friends in the dorm, you who have each of the intelligence particle seeds, stay that way. We have a bond. It is that bond that will never be lost unless we destroy it ourselves. Your typical words are still humming in the recesses of my manhood conscience, “It is the best broken, amazingly fantastic. independence without love, and MAN THINK, It is, these are your quality crazy nun words as a means to conquer this world.
Learn from the wind! Never give up on chasing the dream balls and making a better life in this homeland where we stand, FRIEND. No need to worry about impossibility. Because in this world never spawn certainty. So for that is the reason dreams roam sincerely on the forehead of our lives. Dreams to make the impossibility and uncertainty become certain and real.
Always do the impossible to be a great person who is useful to others, nations, countries, and also the world.
Dare to dream! Keep studying hard! And do not forget each other is the key to master and reach our future comes true.
THANKS EVERYONE!
I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH
BY: THE STUDENT WHO ALWAYS DOES THE IMPOSSIBLE THING
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In the ensuing tempestuous days, I had more frequent contact with Mrs Pink before her departure for Queensland. Just like the campus that provides a scholarship network for Bang Monday. It's not what you think it is. I'm just struggling in a maze of affairs named ‘writing’.
Following almost every second of writing from Mrs Pink as if obliterating my cock to rise. I mean wake up from pessimism to produce more writing. I liked him more and more as a list of prose runs. More confident when I searched, Mrs Pink turned on a short ‘novela’ on her personal blog. And I can guess he who besides the idol Kim Tae Yoon, in his pink mind also present the figure of the cast of ‘Boy’ in Sinetron ‘An Street.”
Asumsiku increasingly solid when in every subtitle of the novel, there are rows of familiar characters on the face of Indonesian cinema. He takes on a character based on what is stated in the real world. And the more time that closeness raises the sensation of the deadliest gossip.