Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 1

A series of loops of life dabbled humidly in my destination orbit. I installed a new thought one day later. I was faking psychology. By ourselves. Really can't connect my fate page with the people in that place. Yes, for the first time my courage sprayed the green scent of conventional life.

I was pedaling wildly on my beloved old bike that afternoon. The sun sprayed my sweat acid so agonizingly. I can't stand it either but I try to welcome the time to be right. Fighting myself was the hardest thing at the time. Only to be able to come in black and white clothes with a signboard on the chest. That day was the first day I started my dream of heights.

You can think of me as a fool for not carrying that wheeled road machine as a college teenager. No, not that I don't want to. I don't even have time to eat twice a day. You must understand semantics. That's how my overzealous world was begging for fate that afternoon.

The first thing that popped into my head was fear. Frightened because I came the lateest. A dashing-looking big brother was roaring at me with his vision. I know I'm weak.

But that look was not mine. Highlight my eyes pointing sweetly towards the green campus building that looks not so crowded. In my mind is still full of doubts about my fate if I study at that campus. The right side of the building is still a skeleton. I am excited by the definition of education.

I-i understand. I understand myself so much I can no longer

got a place that suits my misery. All that

it's in my vision by noon

that's more than enough. I'm in too. The brother who was friendly. He led me to the simple second floor. 

My hair is still ruffled and my sweat is not clear. Forcing that big brother's will for me to enter, could be the biggest test of shame in my life. I finally withered and entered. 

Inside was unlike my previous negative thoughts. He is moderate and his humans are few. I'm starting to fret. For me it's better to be crowded so as not to look slow. But let it be as it should be. My curiosity keeps going well.

I can count the number of teachers and students from behind. And my friends, the first freshmen came not even more than 5 people. The thing is, I don't see another teenage boy in the freshman chair row. At that moment my tone was shaking more and more.

Just starting to sit in the back seat, a night-skinned father deposited his voice at me. I'm panicking. In my mind carved doubt as well as the desire to return to the village. But the voice was more shrill in my heart than a cassowary screech. The arch that perched and managed to creep in opened the cavity of my courage. And again I fell.

I didn't know God's plan that afternoon. I thought I'd be punished for my negligence of time. When I got to the front, the father patted my shoulder melodiously. Slow and warm. All eyes landed on me in unison in that small room. I didn't blink a second.

“Son, your life is not for you. Many things need to be given as much as possible. You have to go forward. Sit in that chair,” he said as he pointed towards the empty seats in the row of new students. I'm the only one who doesn't see that empty gap. It was because my anxiety explosion was excessive. And the show began.

You might agree with me. Dreams are like a second soul in the body of a human being. But it does not merge as a unit with the body. Dreams stick in the heart and mind that no one can research. Dreams become abstract science that lives and lives neatly in ourselves.

I believe that. I believe in the true story of what I heard. This is about a coachman who managed to penetrate the land of Kangaroo and become a doctor. That extraordinary person, I believe, is in the midst of the evening skinned father and the other teachers.

When I arrived in the middle of the show, a uniformed man was worse and more random than I had appeared in the middle of time. Different things happen. When all the lecturers left the room and changed airplay with the student brothers, me and the young man were told to come forward. 

I watched the teenager's movements get restless. Her short wavy hair and half-time-maghrib skin, added a portion of her anxious mimicry to my eyes. Clearly, he and I were tied tightly by a rope of seaweed.

We got the mystery ration from the game that the student brothers gave us. This game gives the impression of being handcuffed to prison iron. The game must be completed in no more than a minute. We were tied to the rope cross-legged. All we both have to think about is, “How to break away simultaneously without having to break the rope?”

I think it's crazy and far from logic. Had crossed my mind it was just a trick to be able to care more about togetherness. Unfortunately no. When the five minutes were up, we were told the simple outward way. A silly way that touched my selfishness. I really couldn't imagine it before.

How to escape from the rope was shown a middle-bodied and calm-faced student brother. Behind his stern face, he kept a gentle gesture of caring.

“The philosophy of the game teaches us about solving problems without adding to the problem,” he explained solidly. The participants seemed to smile except for me who was still gamang in my confusion and stupidity. I still don't understand. 

“Somebody can explain why?” brother continued asking. 

“Because the problem must indeed be solved not thought of!” a new student. Everybody laugh. 

“Almost true.”

“Because one problem alone is already dizzying let alone having polygamy against the problem!” exclaimed another freshman whose tone sounded wagging.

“This time..”.

“Sorry brother, we are too porous to analyze such a philosophy,” said plain friend seborgolanku. She turns out to be cute as well in voice matters. While the sister had started wanting to end the opening show on the first day. And there's something I want to tell you.