Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 4
I didn't get the idea light as the reason for Mus's departure for my old friends. They think there's a fight between our poverty lines. After that departure, I became the only tough stud left until the end of the semester.
Even Mr. Iwan immediately hit me with a series of multi-layered questions. I lost my self-driving a few weeks after Mus's last words to me reverberated. The paper containing the hundred dreams, I stick it on the wall of the dormitory according to her request.
I even drew the city of Melbourne on another paper as a companion. I don't know, for me to penetrate Melbourne as the seventh horizon is
absolute. I didn't care about the cruel barking back then.
Some stamped my passion in a shabby piece of paper that was just manipulation. But day by day all accept Melbourne's dream line and sketches as a habit that is visible to the eye.
I'm sorry, I hope after this you put up with my slightly metaphorical creaking style. I know you're smart. More than my shadow. You have to understand this from the beginning, that every year those changes come and become the frame of hope of our campus.
In the second semester I was getting used to the absence of the teenage Socrates. I haven't received a phone call from him in six months. Our class got even wilder when I was alone with a male title.
The galaxy of intelligence was dim ever since the aura of the dry curly man roamed. I've even forgotten the cow butt philosophy before. Life is always that smooth.
Six months on the next level, our new campus has a wall of names. Every time my old bike stepped in at the beginning of the entry, a rectangular and curved green board inscribed with ,”STKIP Paracendekia NW Sumbawa” became the first to be seen.
It's just that the skeleton of the building where Mus and I sculpted the dream has not yet matured. I remember the third day Mus decided to stay at my dorm. We also slept on top of the building was not intact that night without the knowledge of Mr. Iwan.
One afternoon after college before parting ways, we lived life to our satisfaction …
“If viewed from up here, the natural scenery nan green began to disappear, Bee!”
“Nature is always truer than man,” I said debunking his hypothesis at the time. “Man will not know his identity if he forgets the land of birth, right?”
“You are wrong.”
“Oh?”
“That change is a living proof of life.”
“So?”
“We will break through the horizon to seven!”
“I don't understand, Mus.”
“Melbourne and Sidney. Didn't you say you wanted to go there?”
“I'm not sure.”
“If pessimistic from the beginning, it is better to stop before your time to be used tissue.”
“Well, what's that philosophy again?”
“I'm not philosophizing!”
“Already! It's going to be night. We'll continue. You don't want to make your first prayer in our little mushola?”
Mus just nodded. We asked the manager of the mosque for our once-in-a-lifetime prayer at the college. Pray congregation to reach the face of the Divine, accompanied by crowded worshipers from UTS students as well.
While students pray in their respective dorm rooms. Of course, the small mushola will not be able to accommodate the overflow of different sexes in the number of a dozen. And Bang Alen always prayed before cramming Macquarie's feet. It was an achievement that made me even more curious about him since the initial meeting.
Among my dorm friends and my crazy and joking level brothers, Bang Alen was the one who could best put a little dream with me. A few months after the dream paper and the Melbourne town I drew with the pencil were rusty, Bang Alen stuck his dream together.
My damp dormitory walls made the dream paper turn yellow on its sides. I remembered Mus's message not to unplug it before graduation. I started to worry because it wasn't even a year for me. But Bang Alen adorned the mossy yellow with his dream big writing on HVS paper.
“Macquarie!” he was proud after sticking his dream paper high up in the corner of the wall. Next to my shabby paper and pictures.
“Your dream is too high, Brother!” I said with an English snobs as a beginner.
“Just catch up the dream with pleasure, Bee,” said to be the last I heard.
My elongated campus dormitory permeates the campus building and becomes the boundary of my campus is very simple. The walls are built from a combination of brick and green painted plywood as a side cover of the front room. The green color is also the color of our campus buildings. “Green” Campus is a name that will sound new as an old stock in the ears of the titled people later on.
Those names were already born before my presence on the green campus. Mr. Iwan and his wife understand very well something that can tickle the mindset of students. And one more, there was one door of wood covered in zinc while the top was open.
While the sorority dormitory is straight from the male dormitory, only the outer door is the difference. Of course, the door was closed up and down as a marker of the end of self-closing. You understand the reason.
Next to the men's dormitory, lined up the world's most unique scented toilets-toilets. Take it easy, you're not gonna breathe Raflesia Arnoldi's acid in here. But the precious toilet is no better than a prison toilet in Jakarta for corruptors. And in addition to the typical toilet, the house of Mr. Iwan and as well as the dormitory of the benevolent lecturers, decorate the next row.
All right, I'll continue. It was past 08:00 p.m., and my ears had to be ready to hear the outpouring of imagination from Mustaqim's brain. That night was a month before the farewell was adorned.
On the side of the building, we lay under our pillows and covered with cemented floors, telling us about our dreams and the possibilities of life. If you ask, then right, including the girls.
“Why don't you want to sleep in my dorm?”
“I'm happier like this, Bee. Staring at the sky often can make you smart.”
“What is it?”
“Entah.”
“Ahh.”
I don't know why Mus suddenly changed our murky fantasies that night. He showed his essential duty to Mr. Iwan to me. There was a veiled doubt on my forehead to just read it.
“Dark, Mus!”
“OK!” seruku after knowing it turns out he prepared a small flashlight that he used to hunt ‘ikan dole’.
Natural life nun humane. Love and stories are reincarnated into the form of dream power layered suitcases of education in the form of intelligence and plump friendship. I am a poor beach boy with a stupid imaginary tool to fly to the University of Sidney, still dumb and melodious silent behind the framework of the educational building.
Well, a simple and immature green campus. Even more shaky than the High School building. And that day was the first day I took part in the simplest OSEK activities on the face of the earth.
Previously, I did not envy you who can be happy now, proud to be able to have sex with big campuses such as UI, UGM, ITB, and all like that. Maybe I insolently urge your conscience to play catapult in the form of life change on this campus. But be patient, because in addition to me who is obliged to rape myself to penetrate the boundaries of the sky of hope, there is also a forbidden love that has ideals, and, and a layered farewell to a friend of mine for all the purity of his affection for life.
“Mus, this is not essai.”
“Indeed not,” replied Mus casually. “It was a simple prologue of the novel I was going to write.”
“You picked up an idea from this campus?”
“Iya, why?”
“What world will receive a poor story like this?” I deliberately provoked his thoughts.
“You don't know that the world can be simpler than this story later,” explained Mus confidently.
“So ... alright. I want you to write it honestly and simply.”
“No going!”
“Then this prologue for what?”
“I want you to write it,” Mus looks bright.
“I can't write.”
“You're more than you think. If I could be here to the end, it might be another story. But here only you will know the story until the end.”
“But why? What is the meaning of the breakup you described in the last paragraph of the article? I nodded while showing my point.
“Later you understand,” Mus closed and instantly reviewed.
That night I still thought it was just a silly slap. If I had known all the kids were right, I wouldn't have invited him to skip school just to be able to play on the neighboring campus that afternoon.