Fiction Campus
SERIES 24

Getting to know Grandpa Hwang took a short while on the sidelines of this trip. You see, for most of the small minutes of travel, Grandpa Hwang still seems to be an empty statue that acts like a human. He spoke a little but Mus and I were somehow made to understand on their own. Those were fake moments.

Grandfather Hwang looked at the still-dense situation, at 20:00 Sidney time. The good life and the unheard ear, became the handwriting of God, which lined up neatly on the walls of the universe. Like my fantasy story LO-D. Have you read it? Ah, just later.

Mus, you guys understand how good the way he thinks. He showed the charisma of intelligence to Grandpa Hwang. Grandpa Hwang straightened out the facial mimic and chose to obey Mus.

“Okey,” Grandpa Hwang said as a sign of fully granting Mus decision lead access. Here I am getting suspicious.

Grandpa Hwang turned behind Mus's back, as we got off the tram. The gesture was a sign he asked for Mus, guiding a decision. Actually I don't understand. It was as if something was hiding from me. But how is it possible? A Sandiawara planning requires not just one meeting. While Mus and Grandpa Hwang just met us that time.

I don't know why my detective soul is crumbling. I who had dreamed of becoming a policeman like in the story Room Nakama, finally at some point later, chose to leave Mus and Hajar temporarily. The last time I went back to Sidney, I was just doing worldly chores from my beloved Professor.

Holding the level of depression in private among the narrow alleys in the spirit of the mind.

I fought between hallucinations. Shadows about days that are not as beautiful as summer in Sumbawa. Days without Hajar, Mus, and the Six Kelana members. Oh, the question that always crossed my imaginary universe at that time was just, ‘May they be fine.’

In addition to pleasure, Sidney is also a capital like water and salt. Two sides of the currency. Perhaps also, more precisely infrasound waves. Waves that have the attraction for everyone to say ‘wow’ inside the plain of each self. If I shorten the time, Grandpa Hwang and the two of us have indeed approached the point in question. University of Sidney, the night is cold and should be the time the event is celebrated.

A good view where many chairs scattered neatly filled the circle of the campus garden plot. As one of the lecturers in the field of event theme, Grandpa Hwang indeed I think has mature access to lead us to the place, where humans like me and Mus should be. If seen from many students who have attended the event, then one hundred percent I believe the event will be heeded that night.

"If the party is started tonnage, how about Hajar, Sir Hwang?’" my worries gave birth to such a terrible question. Mus then patted me on the shoulder again for the umpteenth time, as if he had known the future what would happen. It seemed to imply a meaningful sentence, if I didn't have to ask Grandpa Hwang such a thing.

And my suspicions began to fill with the light of truth. The stars in Sidney's sky seemed to descend at the end there, on the seat nearest to the piano that Hajar should have played. But Hajar is still missing in this part of Australia, how could he possibly know the information I sent him through social media for him before.

It's true, I just need to believe in Mus. But I began to doubt that trust was enough to make Hajar come back. Oh, by the second of the night I didn't even notice that Grandpa Hwang and Mus, had walked smoothly forward, away from me. They both did not realize I was still pensively black in the middle of a straight line, between the audience seats.

I noticed the edges of the Sidney campus building adorned with scaled lights, like fireflies at the time of day. I was confused as to what Mus was thinking. When I finally stepped forward to the point where it should be, the lights were suddenly extinguished.

The students and myself who were guests were quite surprised. But after the little panicked voices dimmed, I felt that only I panicked was unnatural.

"Bee, welcome," sound from the speaker. Still dark. People locked their voices. "Br ..."

"Mus?" I have no doubt that it is his voice. "Mus, it's not my birthday. You don't have to ask Grandpa Hwang to sketch all these games from scratch."

"Bee, come. This darkness won't blind your hearing, will it? You can still come here just by hearing. You want to meet her, right?"

"Step still, Bee."

The hand was stretched out towards me, the palm of Mus's hand. The feet that felt stepping on the stairs, started to be a little relieved and finally went up to that wide stage. The lights are back on. What a deceitful collaboration to deceive my mind in Melbourne before. Indeed it is true, Mus and Hajar planned this meeting in a way that was quite torturous for me. For Mus, Hajar, and the members of the Six Kelana, that second smiled at me without feeling sinful.

I am sad but very happy. There is no thick dictionary that can interpret both happiness and sadness at that time. I braved the same agonizing pain and laughter. They all laughed at my weakness, failing to guess Mus's thoughts and all those games.

After that, a new scene was created in the sky of Sidney. I was finally able to see Picolo and Mus, two people with the same real name, in one of the most ridiculous meeting places on the face of the Australian earth. Takiya, Zoro, Wolf, Snoopy, and Harry Potter are also willing to leave their formal routines to pick me up.

"I wish I could surprise you all with my return. But what happened ..."

"You're in good health, our proud Big Boss?" Hajar made a sweet sharp smile, I half blushed and I think my chest shook pressing against the body cavity.

The Six Kelana members wrapped around my body and let off a big, voluptuous laugh in the garden of Sidney University. The question is, how does Mus have any connection with all of them? I only told him about Hajar even though he himself had never seen him in person. While Six Kelana, just like Hajar, Mus first left the Fiction Campus before he could meet the six of them.

"You know how worried I was when that unknown guy said your phone was missing?" I turned towards Hajar. While Grandpa Hwang started to open the piano cover.

"That guy, I'm the guy, a beautiful game like tiki taka Barcelona right, Big Boss?" picolo admits.

I just responded with a pat on my cheek slowly and a faint smile. I looked towards Mus. He knows what my gaze means.

"When you told me all about Hajar, I was trying to figure out how to reach him through social media. I asked him to tell us the status of our friendship. Hajar didn't believe me at first, but after I mentioned the name Campus Fiction, he finally agreed to the game I wanted to create. Hajar gave me a suggestion that they pick you up directly and go home together to the Land of Sumbawa. I have even sent copies of Campus Fiction stories to Mother Iga and Sir Iwan. You don't want to come home with me and summarize this second story in the Sumbawa sky?"

Mua, she was reincarnated into a mad male butterfly the scent of honey. He stood before me, watching the crowds who would soon see Hajar playing his fingers, and releasing all the secrets of his epic thoughts. And the rain stopped. Hajar. We embrace each other listening to the piano under Sidney's feet.

Before, when I visited Macquarie, I had seen many forms of twilight. But nothing can cover my longing for Hajar and the other companions. Hajar, it is a simple afternoon cloud. Before I continue my ideals of being a detective and have been immortalized in the story of Room Nakama, let me be honest with all of you.

At the time where I now tell you everything, at the Astoria Hotel, Mandalika, Lombok. I temporarily separated myself from Mus, Hajar, and others for the sake of a new meeting with my pen pals that made a big deal. The person who had to spear the charade was named Natalie. You can read it on Fizz*. Like I said, the title is Room Nakama.

And now I have to be honest, can I love Hajar after dawn?

(Conceptually, this story has ended. The author will create a Prose collection by staying on the next page until only a few pages. This is for the sake of sharing knowledge with friends, how to easily become a pseudo God by writing stories. Do you seem to listen to friends who tell stories in front of you directly?)