Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 16
SIR BATAK comes with an overflow of professional ideas. He was resplendent with his orders to create a white marching army that will pitch firmly in our beloved campus. Even though I was already in Melbourne and carrying the light of my dream paper and Mus's, I still couldn't erase that one precious memory box.
In August, the scholar lived with his first Paschibraka. A month after the graduation day was aired, we trained compact for the Line-Line Army. I was trained directly by students and students from the group ‘Menwa’, which is a special group of TNI training results in Mataram.
Sir Batak entered UN power in OSEK for 2018 which is also side by side with HUT RI. I became one of those humans. Looking for a white pant is the hardest thing as a member of Paskibraka. Unlike the ones in the state palace, we had to find the thing ourselves. Yes, especially for the pants. And being a member of the paskibraka became my last contribution before finally returning to the garden house, then giving my graduation to mom and dad.
I'm really sorry I didn't want to put that part here. Because it is too draining my stock of tears if I slip it with any figurative form. I can't stand it. You'll find it in the second part of the fictional campus. Yes, this is the simple story of all the philosophies in education and our dreams, Mus. Ah, if you were with me until the dragon shoots. Sure, this is for you.
As you wish I would have written the trip when your farewell sentence haunted me on an old bicycle that afternoon. I will not be giving the story of my event through the sky of Melbourne in the first episode of this story. I was too long and honest to be short. We'll continue later. All I could show at the end other than the shards of tears spilled in the garden house, was Hajar Aswad.
“I or that scholarship?” tanya Hajar in the seconds my foot escaped at the foot of the airport.
“For now you.”
“Hem.”
“That's a complaint?”
“This is my sweet offer.”
“What offer?”
“Em ..”
“What? Quickly tell me before the plane's on standby in three minutes. I also do not want you to inform my early departure to Mr. Iwan and the paracendekia family.”
Hajar looks gloomy and I can understand the color of grief he is trying to endure,” I am sorry for all my forms of weakness, Big Bos.”
“You mean?”
“Kakak don't want to start fighting for me?” Hajar seems to still have many choices to be able to understand even one. “While our chemical feelings have never been of any status, I will wait for you for a few full moons while I finish my fight here. And I hope you're not in love with the girls in Melbourne.”
“Hem .. They are human. Why can't I love God's creatures?”
I resisted the urge to say my heart saw the atmosphere of his face changing color.
“Well, I will not love them more than my rainbow of hearts to you. The love of ordinary people like me you will always miss until you are short of breath, believe me.”
“Sister wants me dead?” ketus Hajar half flat.
“Hehe, then that's it. The plane will be flying soon. You see that passenger scattering?” I pointed towards the back with my seedy index finger.
“Yes, Big Boss is full of charisma and not bad.”
“Oh?”
“Go. I'll be fine-tuned.”
“Then you do one last thing for me until we meet again!” I said exclaiming to try to counter the sound of the aircraft engine, then scatter to climb up to the stairs of the white machine.
“What is it?”
“You have to trust me!”
And the roar of the wings of the plane separated the farewell cry from Hajar. I'm still finishing off the remnants of his sight through the plane's glass window circle. When I got into the air, I realized that I really loved the green house family more than I loved myself.
All of these philosophies of compassionate education bear the color of shared wisdom and hope. Hajar, being a living figure who is present as a puller .. as well as a driver of loneliness and despair that can arise in an instant. And I prefer the women who accompany me from the emptiness of numbers than those who come when I am at the top.
Here's the end of the struggle on the green campus before heading into the second episode of the struggle on the Melbourne wall. I'll tell you later. If you are still healthy and your heart is strong, then for the love and mercy of the Most Merciful God we will definitely tell each other again about reality. Including the story where I processed before finally getting the scholarship and had to cry lonely when returning to the garden house.
I hope you can stop by the greenhouse once in a while if you miss my words of affection and struggle. I'm faithful to wait for you as a friend. Yeah, I'm here, my friend. Already back.
We're going to the second part. At a time when Mus and I were busy fixing the short novel I had written. And after this, is our story in Melbourne. The moment before I met Mus, and finally got lost half to death to find Hajar who had followed.