Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 3
SUMBAWA unfolds like a small horizon perched on the heroic faces of other provinces. If Indonesia is a mother, then Sumbawa becomes soft fingers that move freely as a tool of life. If you see it from the satellite, then you need a spiritual eyeglass to understand the existence of the land of Tambora.
Mount Tambora first raged in 1815 and hibernated in 1967. Debunking the sensitivity of the lives of Sumbawa humans at that time. Yes, West Nusa Tenggara blistered a long time ago. Mount Tambora had reached the top position before divorcing the shoots. Since the overflow of hot clouds took many lives to infiltrate the earth Kangaroo, Tambora transformed into an elegant and loyal flat cone to this day.
Mus and I skipped college in the second week on Monday. Visiting Tambora or the worldwide Moyo Island is the target of our inner rumbling. The island looms majestically as a jewel of Lord Sumbawa's pride. Through the road ahead RSUD Abdul Qadir Al-Manambai right facing the Campus Fiction, you can turn yourself to the right to continue towards the beauty of it.
But that was just our speculation at a distance. We prefer to visit a cousin country at the intersection of five in the direction of Lunyuk sub-district. My old bike became our wing there. Only we didn't have motorcycles back then as students.
The destination is neighboring campuses as ‘Central of Viral”. Of course, campuses such as Sumbawa University of Technology and Sumbawa University are more than expected to be the bearers of change. You must know the first campus I mentioned. Learners from outside the province are more in. But Mr. Iwan still menyekuri our green campus in the future.
My friends from UTS who settled in our college dormitory offered me to play to their college. That's what I brought Mus. Although different places
gaining knowledge, UTS students became my happy friends. We live as a neighbor.
You should also know, there's always an invisible sting on Mus's mindset. Our strange friendship that was just two weeks old was always filled with the wheels of his skill. Expertise governs the philosophy of intelligence. For Mustaqim, education should be synonymous with freedom and happiness. Both gave birth to a symbolic combination named, “Education Throughout Life.”
At the second meeting in the “Structur I” course, Mus most quickly analyzed the misunderstanding of the grammatical form of an English sentence. And the humor was instantaneous. When at one point Mus asked me his rare ignorance.
“You agree that English is a global language?” Mus asked with an unusual tone of height. “I want Sumbawa to become a global language in the next five years!”
My conscience is tickled by that ridiculous joke. My response was to give only a half-toned pat to the corner of his shoulder. He always thinks. Thinking is his hobby. In my philosophical standpoint, Mus's strange thinking could at least reflect that of a Socrates.
He could even imagine that the Angel actually had a different heartbeat than humans. Unfortunately, the Devil in her eyes was only the most humorous being that refused to fall in love with the ground! The devil deceives his own heart.
That is, he is unusual. I think the teenage Socrates who was riding our trip to the UTS that afternoon was the millennial Socrates. He once thought that all humans are learning more it will be shallow brain. That is the reason he believes humans are fundamentally intelligent because of artificial stupidity. I myself was made a fool by the groove of his imagination.
“Dream you Mus. Sumbawa language has been ‘Go International’ since the beginning!” I said seriously. Maybe it's serious.
“That's a joke?”
“You don't know?”
“Not lah!”
“Oh, means we are the same. I don't know either!”
“Ah..”
That day was my greatest achievement beating his intellect with my amateur level humor. And on the day that we planned to stare at the happy-faced girls in UTS, Mus transformed into a crying change. Mustaqim, meaning “Straightway”. But its presence in my story sheet is not as smooth as a cow's butt. The mega afternoon of happiness instantly bloomed into a parting aurora.
“I don't know Mr. Iwan's way of thinking, Bee!” mus said from the front when it was a quarter of the way. That day I want him to ride a bike.
“Why? What are you worried about?”
“Like my concern is!”
“You mean?”
“I'm afraid you and your friends are being isolated by other college kids. Why did Mr. Iwan softly really accept hundreds of students to live for years in poor campus dormitories like ours?”
“Easy once you make another human mind analysis, Mus,” my pleasure.
"It's not so.”
"Continue?”
“I think tomorrow will be the last day we learn English together, Bee.”
“What are you talking about? You want to move planets?”
“My wings have moved nature, Bee! No one else charges me for college. I want to join the job offer to Malaysia from my friends in the village. But ..”
“Whose wings do you mean?” I asked flatly. “We haven't studied here in a year? Said you were going to Sidney? I'm disappointed!”
That's because I still clashed with my heart to believe. I do not want warm togetherness and all scenarios of our ideals burned at the beginning of fate. If Mus is not with me, then my presence in the greenhouse is like a zero.
“You do not trouble the soul so,” said Mus humbled. The simple sentence was able to hold my steps.
“You can consult Mr. Iwan first, right? He must understand. If on another campus maybe I immediately agree with the reason your economy is under those eyes. But you're in a family of greenhouses. That fictional campus is there for financial crummy people like us, Mus!”
Mus just changed the color of his face. There was no sign of dullness emanating from the pores of his gaze at me. It just glows dark. I don't know. That moment became very black for our struggle in organizing dreams ahead.
“You can definitely go to the seventh horizon, Bee!” shouted my curly-haired friend and pedaled my old bike in the opposite direction.
“You make my brain cross half a right angle, Mus!”
“Hehe..”.
“You're not leaving me, are you?” I'm starting again.
“Bee .. there is no need for us to be together even though our dreams are both looming.”
“You mean? The dream we are going to write on blank paper is just a hallucination?”
“Not!”
“You do not appreciate Mr. Iwan who already cares about our education! “
“Bee ..”
My tears fell in. Throw away the face. Mus kuresapi as an intelegensi feminim as a man. Yeah, that's my assumption. Now you can't laugh. And the last moments with Mus, the dream paper he put out.
“This,” he said while fiery to just show the white paper from his black pants pocket. “I have filled a variety of dreams. There are a hundred of them all. Fifty for my target and fifty for the target you told me about yesterday to sob.”
And that shabby paper covers both of our pride. I was in a nebula of sadness as well as novelty. But slowly I began to understand the new Mus point of view. Yes, we don't need to always be together to reach the beautiful surface. Mus has always been able to hypnotize me with his combination of intelligence and emotional intelligence.
“After what?” I ask you more and more to worry.
“You should stick this paper on your dorm wall and never unplug it before you graduate!”
“What the heck?”
“I'm serious! You must mark your fifty dreams and mine if anything is achieved. Slow down,” the bright Mus glow.
“How do I know if your dream is achieved or not if you are in Malaysia?”
“Hem... I'll call you later. Easy!”
“Mus ..” as strong as my heart's crystal brawny tears to keep from spilling.
“Don't you lose to Mr. Iwan! Still mending us poor Kencana Beach boy, he used to be even worse!”
“I know.”
“You've read the book “Children So Doctor?”
I'm asserting.
“Later if our campus is big and taken into account people all over Pertiwi, you have to tell me about me to the simple people, yes?”
“Who?”
“Your student sisters are! You have to go to Melbourne whatever the risk!”