Fiction Campus
SERIES 20

"A good hacker."

"Haha" Mus laughed.

I don't know why we didn't panic at all. We thought our ears were troubled when the man said he was a hacker.

"We still have to think like ultraman, Mus.

"How?"

"We use a technique called mind center."

"You're acting like a hypothetical, Bee."

"Hypnotized."

"Yes, that's what I mean."

Mus then closed his eyes and opened them again slowly. His lips twitched little like a Shaman's altar.

"I think the guy was joking. He's being emotional" Mus finished with his analysis.

"Emotions for what?"

"Are we not asking too many questions? Maybe he ended up taking out his precious comedic side. He's kind of upset that we called and asked him unnecessary things. Though we should just follow the link of the location he sent."

Mus's right. We just don't know how to trust that guy. I don't know what kind of psychology we're dealing with right now. The worst situation was when me and Mus, lamenting each other's gazes. Without realizing the time, we did have to ride the free version of the tram on the outskirts of the road is good and polite, we combined compactness.

"We will go to the location while enjoying the loneliness of life, which is wavering in this tram, Mus."

I slightly disagree with Mus's line, "Why do you still feel lonely when you can still be with people who believe in your dreams first?"

"You want to reminisce again?"

"That's gonna take a lot of time, Mus. Have we not pondered deeply about our first painful separation while still in the Green House?"

"You still remember that?"

"How can I forget you who should be the first person, who broke away from Campus Fiction? At the end of the day I'm the only tough stud left."

Mus just breathed his breath peacefully. He is indeed an expert in responding to other people's questions without having to speak.

"You're a good dreamer, Bee" Mus said simply. "I remember those crazy friends you told me about."

"Yes, his name is the same as yours."

"He who accompanies you and trusts you to reach Hajar's soul."

"Yes, slightly. All the six members have their own strange roles. Especially Mus whom I always call Picolo, he has the same intelligence energy as you. It's just different in terms of language nonsense."

Mus laughs.

"You laughing with my words?"

"It is not very friendly to compare your friends in such a way, Bee."

"So, am I wrong now?"

"No, that's not what I meant. Look over there!"

Mus ordered my mind to look to the left. A rare crowd looks interesting to approach.

"Do you want to go there?" I tried to read Mus's mind.

"I just want you to think of the crowd as a situation, where our Green House in Tambora state, has been crowded and filled with young intellectuals. Unlike when we were still tangled and just looking at the skeletons of fictional campus buildings."

"Isn't that a brochure Hajar was looking for?" Mus changed my direction for a moment. "Nothing's better as a clue, than that brochure, Bee."

"What do you mean?"

"Stop here!" Mus wanted us to stop for a moment and get down. Get down and step back to a new point. A point that only Mus himself could grasp for a while. I'm lunglai not happy-faced.

"We can ask Hajar to head towards us."

"Don't we have to go to that location?"

"Bee, Hajar is a smart girl. He is not a child who likes to cry for the rigors of life today. He will need more of a new goal, which makes him head our way. So that we'll meet him on the same axis. More direct and clear. Without having to bother to escape from today."

I nodded small and showed a face of understanding. Although I don't fully understand, I just need to keep believing in him. In this sudden strange journey, we created a new passage called the 'Life Path.'

"Good name, we can put it in the second novel of Campus Fiction journey" Mus said when I said the name of our new dream. This dream is categorized as a short-term dream. Short periods that need meaning. A life path that eases our meeting with Hajar.

"The Piano Music Party" Mus read a brochure on the street wall close to the crowd.

"I want to see Hajar make his dream come true here, other than just meeting two strange humans like us."

Mus inexplicably returns to laughing, "Haha, stop being a negative guy and a depressive hobby, Bee. Hajar must want ultimate happiness for all of us."

"Yes, you're right. Are we going to send a photo of this brochure to the Fiction Campus social media? There, they will be hysterical inside because they like to see the caption of this new dream," I said sure.

"But ..."

"What, Bee?"

"You can understand bad things quickly, right, Mus?"

"Why suddenly talk about evil? What bad stuff?"

"It never dawns to see this and to understand where to find us."

"You mean 'cause the phone's on that guy?"

"true."

"Don't I remind you of your heart, Bee. Hajar is the smartest girl in Sumbawa. He is the one who taught you that our lives are not for us alone. There are other people's rations that God slipped."

"What does this have to do with it?"

"You still don't understand? Seriously, huh?"

"Yes, I can't read you this time, Mus. I don't want to think too hard first. We haven't even found Hajar .. so save energy thinking."

"If you're hungry, we just need to eat, Bee. Life is easy for difficult people. Life is hard for people who are actually easy."

"Can you get straight to the point?"

"Harajar must have memorized the cell phone numbers of his friends."

I jerked at Mus's unusual thoughts. In my despair that was trying to be covered by words, Mus implied a second light. Nothing is better than light, as the substance of life in this universe.

"If he memorized it though, he wouldn't be .. uh, right!" I was instead excited spontaneously and made the crowd around us quiet for a moment.

"Congratulations, you made us the center of attention, Bee."

"Is there nothing better than social media?"

"That's the best choice in the meantime, Bee. Hajar must have grasped the new phone. He was somewhere strange, definitely using valuable papers from his scholarship pocket," Mus seemed convinced. "A good life is to live with the ability to see many points of view, Bee."