Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 21

"Can we dismiss doubt in the right way?" I looked at Mus so fondly. There is a new hope that grows in my heart.

"We must fully believe in Hajar, Mus. Do you still hesitate to take a picture?"

Mus's questions do reflect that he can sometimes lose focus. I posted a photo of the brochure on Instagram. I marked Hajar. Astounded. I showed it in front of his face at a moderate speed. Mus spontaneously rewinded his face slightly quickly.

"We're not in the country, Bee. Don't give me an electric shock."

I'm sumringah, "Mus?"

"Oh?"

"Why does time feel so fast today huh, Mus?"

Mus turned his gaze to an old grandfather with a large bag on his back. Wearing wide-glazed sunglasses. He approached the brochures. Take one. Then two. Three. And stop on the count of four. The fourth brochure asked me a question in the head. Why four brochures?

I was touched to call the old man, "Hey, Mr! You are a Victoria person who is good attitude."

Grandpa did not answer. His eyes glistened at me. Like there is an orange rainbow in the afternoon that forces us to take a look back at his pupils.

Mus whispered to me, "It looks like he's the owner of the brochure."

"Where is it possible."

"What did you talk before, young?" The grandfather who still looked prim and agile asked awkwardly.

"Em, why do you take more for that?"

"This?" he held up a few of the brochures he had been visiting. "Yeah, nothing anyone would like to see."

Grandfather was showing pessimism. He looked small. Then his jaw was raised again slowly, like the style of legendary grandfathers. Grandpa legend. But not mysterious. The humorous grandfather who moves agile, densest, and clearly like a monsoon.

Grandpa seemed to be giving a strange worry. A new, unnatural feeling. So many worries ruled the days leading up to that afternoon. The day was heating up, blistering, and wanted us to stop. Keep whispering so that I and Mus lulled at the beauty of the situation, forgetting the occasional Hajar so as not to be too hierarchical, and if more left then we will pretend to forget. Pretending to forget is a crime of the mind. Undetectable to the heart. Cannot be read by ear. Even the eyes refused to believe.

"So, why do you take them all?" I gave a steady question to the grandfather, responding to his words that explained that he was the owner of the brochure.

"Well, I dunno want to get more time. I have to go."

"Wait!"

"What's up, Mus?" I was surprised to see Mus reacting so quickly, as if there was an offer of life happiness if we stop the departure of the grandfather.

"We have a friend for the party."

"Mus?"

"You don't get it yet, Bee? This grandpa was looking for someone like Hajar for a piano fair."

"really?"

"Yes, you know what that means?"

"What?"

"We find it easier to find Hajar because of this grandfather's presence. It's even easier than posting a photo you've been broadcasting."

"Yes, but honestly .. I still don't fully understand this grandfather's relationship with us easily find Via."

I pondered briefly after Mus tried to give me an important understanding. Mus, still smart and sensitive around like before. If digested by Mus's intention of the grandfather's presence is, the grandfather's ownership as the originator of the piano show does make Hajar understand where to go.

If Hajar understands a goal as crowded as a piano performance, then he will enter our minds easily. He meant to realize that we were also looking for him, as well as telling him without any words. And once I got to the point of Mus's mind, then the final core question came up.

"Hajar, are we going to register his name for this exhibition?"

"Yes, we're helping this grandpa. Earlier he said no one wanted a brochure like that taped, right? Then he was disappointed and pulled everything out."

"Yes, though alone, the name of Hajar will echo in this country of kangaroos. He must be happy and know where to find us. We need to add a message in addition to the status of ownership of the grandpa show, right?"

"Of course, that's the pinnacle of what my sentences mean. The presence of a person can sometimes be a way, to find someone else on a different edge," Mus closed proudly.

The grandfather I saw somehow smiling with satisfaction. He seemed to understand the meaning of our conversation that did not use English in front of him. Even though we spoke Indonesian, the grandfather with his gaze seemed to wait for us to finish answering. He understood that our conversation contained his role and the brochure.

"So, where is your friend who wants to join?" the grandfather was still asking for an answer from Mus's previous statement.

"Noted on your paper, Hajar Aswad. She is our friend. She will be a nice person in your piano musical."

The grandfather again took down his bag, put in the brochures he had left behind, and picked up a pen.

"Hajar Aswad, okay," he said after noting. "Do you have a message anymore, guys?"

"Bee, you told him."

"You, Mus."

"You just."

"Yes," I relented and said the message. "Said on your video promotion, Hajar, Bee and Mus are waiting for you on Sidney."

Such is. Highway traffic, giving us a meaningful encounter on a presumed figure. I dismissed all my doubts for a moment. This great decision with Mus made me recall those minutes of longing. When I brought a dorm pillow while it was still a tiny green leaf. At that time, we went down in a storm from the top of the campus that had not been intact floor to two. Mus lurks left and right.

"There's anyone, Mus?" I hid behind his shorter body. "Take me!"

"Just a second, Bee."

"Do we need to cover our faces with blankets and then run as fast as possible, all the way to the dormitory door?"

"It doesn't have to be. We just act cool. If we run that way, we will be considered a young thief by Mr. Amin."

"Yes, I'm ahead. Let's walk, "Mus steps foot in full of made-up charisma. "They're sown!"

I'm poignant. The great betrayal of Mus. What is cool? He tricked me and now laughs big at the end of the dorm door there.

"Hurry, Bee! No humans have woken up at dawn."

He was not aware of his words. He forgot that the dawn was at 05:00 less or less. Meanwhile it was 06:10 and I was still frozen on the lower steps of the campus building. I'm sorry why I had to fall asleep on the rooftop with Mus, if I can't get up early with lightning.

I'm falling out with my own fool. I also walked pretently across the middle of the campus area to the dormitory, like I was not sinning at all. Well, even though I finally managed to arrive in the feeling as if I was in the obstacles of Takeshi Fortress, Mus laughed at me whom he tricked while in front of him.

But there was no protest from me, because I also used to work on it often. Mus who at that time I rated as a figure who likes to joke, I never thought would be transformed into a cool character in making decisions on this unspoken situation. His sensitivity saw an opportunity at the presence of that grandfather, completely unthinkable to me.

If I was the Milky Way, then Mus and his mind, were on a different level of the galaxy. The full scope of asteroids of intelligence, which are not easily touched and reachable by naked telescopes, is the cosmos inside the head of Mus. One of the things in this world that I am most grateful for is being friends with him. And Hajar, hopefully he can understand that clue.