Fiction Campus
SERIES 22

It was a cold night around the High Way. The causeway between Victoria and Melbourne, it was me, Mus, and Grandpa to Sidney again. By the way, that grandfather was named Hwang. Grandpa Hwang, he's of Chinese descent.

We asked Grandpa Hwang many times the same things, but he was patient and conscious. There is no limit to what things can be asked. He's a good, understanding legend. Maybe because he finally found a valuable figure to fill his piano musical event at the University of Sidney. Yes, it turns out that Grandpa Hwang is a lecturer at the music faculty at the university.

He showed great pleasure because Hajar, the name we gave him, gave him a long-term education candidate. When I asked why he did not ask the students majoring in music, which could be the event. He replied, "We need a person to be start and candidate."

"Great!" I respond with gratitude. Hajar, will be a plus for a foreign campus. There are things that are required to be understood here, if the idea of procuring someone talented outside of the campus learners themselves, then it will be a tremendous promotional value for that campus. People will see and judge that talent exists. Life lessons that Grandpa Hwang wants to convey, so mandatory to be impregnated. That is if they understand, people who can feel voices that are not heard by the ear.

Yes, voices that are undetectable to the ears and invisible to the naked eye. The voices shaped the philosophy of the way humans use fifty percent of their intelligence cells. The hardest part of the brain is understanding the heart. So it takes white-energy souls without factor X, to harmonize a life in which people can understand each other.

From there, people will easily understand their talents. I imagine when Hajar appears among thousands of pupils, diverse citizenship, and diverse mother tongue, then the life lessons that Grandpa Hwang wants to show will be realized purely.

"A person who studies with himself, will more easily understand all forms of science even though he has never studied it officially," Mus explained the difficulty of interpreting my long thoughts earlier.

"You're right, Mus. I think Grandpa Hwang, realized that learning could be anywhere. Hajar is even skilled at playing the piano and understands how to teach others about it, without having to study in college. He only capitalized on the liking of his pinky when we were in the greenhouse first."

"But I didn't get to see Hajar play his hobby."

"Your own fault was too quick to leave the Fiction Campus," I ketusuku as if still harboring sadness when Mus had to separate from the greenhouse first early.

"You're still mad at me for leaving so fast, Bee?"

I sighed for a split second, "No, Mus. I'm just sorry about some of the unspeakable plots."

"How to think you're too complicated, Bee. Not everything should always be in accordance with our wishes. Do you think if I hadn't left our college for economic reasons, would you have been able to get independent and meet me in Melbourne? Do you think we'll see Hajar in a beautiful way later? If I don't go, maybe we won't meet Grandpa Hwang either."

From then on, Mus's speech really became a train full of twists and turns. A paragraph from him, making my view of the world, no longer like a grain of sand in the middle of the desert. Kala sat in the tram with him and Grandpa Hwang, turning the grains of sand into upright, sturdy, and independent cacti amidst the vastness of boring uniform sand. A paragraph that cannot be equaled by all the theories of knowledge, which I have obtained since pre-graduate in the Fiction Campus.

"I'm sorry for the new stain I'm born with, Mus," I saw the withering towards him.

"No why. I-i understand. I get it, Bee."

"Are you talking about me, guys?" ask Grandpa Hwang who does not understand our conversation. Remembering the past makes us forget that we are not both anymore.

"We are just look at our own mind self, Mr!" my speech.

"Really's? Great sounds!" praise for no reason.

"Bee?" Mus somehow returned to show a sour face.

"Yes?"

"Wouldn't he see it too?"

"I think the man's legs will recover his consciousness."

"You mean?"

"He's going to hack into Hajar's cell phone and he's sure he knows Hajar's face through his cell phone."

"Yes, I don't know why I'm worried about Hajar. Is it true that his phone is missing or he was kidnapped by the man. After all, why would he pretend to want to keep Hajar's phone, if in the end he said he was a Hacker?"

"Hacker's not like Cracker, Bee. They're very different. More precisely, Opposite. Hackers are protective. He unlocks Hajar's phone screen, to make it easier to find Hajar's colleagues who can be contacted."

"That's it, then .. why did he call us? Didn't Hajar have a lot of people to call on his cell phone?"

"Hm, about that .. The answer is very easy, Bee."

"What, Mus?"

"He must have seen the WhatsApp story Hajar. Either Hajar's writing contains himself who wants to find us, or his state of being who has just been in Australia. A person who sees another person's mobile phone with foreign conversational language, must immediately understand if someone is from a different country. Especially seeing the beginning of the identity of the number.

"+62!"

"Yes, then also the man contacted your number, because most likely your number is in the top position .. as a dominant person contacted by Hajar as the owner of the phone. Am I right?'

"You're absolutely right, Mus. Exact and very smart."

"Haha, and you're still worried?"

"Yes, a little."

At that time, I even forgot to write the continuation of the story Campus Fiction became Campus Fiction 2, because my forgetfulness was intentional. If we manage to find Hajar, then I will end the Fiction Campus. I will continue to write the story of Room Nakama. A sequel to Campus Fiction, in which I am temporarily separated from Mus, Hajar, and other friends you will know. When the breakup came, I found a job called Live Streaming, in addition to writing stories.

I found new friends before someone's critical time. And I'm gonna play a part in Natalie's point of view. My good, beautiful, gentle companion. If you are curious, you can stop by the Fizzo app, there I have finished the story Room Nakama. When I was critical, Mus and Hajar appeared in a circle of friendship and the Nakama Room I had built with Natalie.

In on that, I started to get suspicious of Mus on a frozen night before a layover in Sidney City. Grandpa Hwang has slumped over not understanding our speaker. Mus is like that too. My suspicions arose when he seemed not to panic as much as I did, with Hajar's condition scattered and lost his way as his phone was lost.

When at the end of the story that will soon air, then I realized .. There is a game sketch like a dark hallway that only glows at the end. This sketch and hint of Mus's way of thinking led me to create Room in Bandung, Indonesia. There I asked Picolo, one of 6 Kelana's best friends, to take my place.