Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 5
Like a NASA rocket hurtling out into the universe, my dream is too high to achieve freedom and my best friend in the future. If I can't get to Melbourne, then I won't be able to watch that teenage Socrates again in my destiny shift.
In the precious times I taste, friends from UTS will already leave the fictional campus. The Rector of UTS said that their magnificent dormitory was ready.
Although it was only a year, I considered them like a happy and well-drawn chess family. The atmosphere of the morning was clouded with sadness without the balls of tears. Yes, they all scatter in the campus courtyard and eventually make our green campus aura somber. Slender.
The next day a story came up more recently.
While still on an even semester holiday for the first year. I was enveloped in the faces of a unique philosophy with a rare variation of intelligence. In those moments, love bloomed and scattered in the sky of Sumbawa. Ah, love!
Yes, that love became my second hope after Melbourne. This story is next, not only about my dreams and my campus journey to the estuary of greatness, but my love in the other country. Not love as a teenager. It's beyond your love for the story when I started putting together the story. Hang in.
You will find that love does not require sacrifice, but it is sacrifice and struggle that require love. I urge you to pity me and keep reading. Haha.
But before I get there, I want you to be on the red thread of this story one night. I threw my mind at my house near Kencana Beach. Mom and dad pulled over on my side of the delusion on the day before the even semester break. I miss those two wings of my life.
Bonding, a binding shield that tightly grips the meaning of a relationship. Abstract objects neatly tucked in the love of creatures called humans. And all can seem easier and more beautiful some snore through the point of view of the heart. A lump of meat in the most invisible part.
That morning, the dawn in the Sumbawa sky began to vanish. Dad was busy connecting a horse with his dock using a rope. The look on his face seemed indifferent to the world dissolved in material madness. Not far from her position, an old woman ran in a hurry while painting a bitter smile. That was my mom.
I seem to be ready for his little job. She held her big fingers on me and my mom. We also grinned at the same time.
Behind the clouds, the layers of the atmosphere seemed to tell about the situation that morning. The morning that would be fought for by humans who establish this family relationship. A son of a father who was a dock coachman. Two creatures from so many poor families on the island that may be among the smallest economic ranking in Indonesia.
But it does not make us defeated by the world easily. Of course, people like mom and dad can talk more about the power of limitations. Better to reverberate about the sin of manipulating history, blasphemy between each other, cold war between countries, as well as the lies of the world that is actually covered up.
They are humans who actually understand the values of the heart, the strength of conscience, the sound logic of the mindset, and even the abstract of the future may be easily painted on their innocent forehead. And a few hours later we were in the district of Alas after spoiled in the bus.
“Bee, we're leaving! It's your first and last day at home before active college again. Later I will buy your favorite novel if it turns out your initial GPA value is burning,” said father excited. Then I giggled a little watching the flame of father's spirit.
“Didn't you not like it if I read other than college books?” I'm a little grim while staying focused watching dad control the dock. I looked steeply to the left and to the right. The streets of Alas became the first to be able to crush the might of my tiny heart as a day fighter.
If such a life were far more free than to have rank but humiliated for being a man eating his own property. Yep. Although not everyone of rank grew up like animals ‘Bolshevism’.
But the scope of peace is mutual respect. The world is filled with love. Love fills the heart of man. Humans complete other humans. That is the definition of the most beautiful life that arouses souls who thirst for the feeling to desire without limits.
My soul is blooming again. Father's words are like the most active axis to inflame the dimensions of my ideals. I glanced at Dad once in a while. Hand vibrates. He showed his face this time.
“When I grow up, I want to take my mom and dad to Mecquarie or Melbourne. I want to go to college there. I don't want to be an office. I just want to travel the world and be a great person who is useful to this nation as well as the world, Sir!” I half muttered.
Dad's dazed. Maybe he thinks I'm too far away drawing the imaginary rails. I don't know what kind of feelings arise in the mind of a father when he hears his son talking about fighting the world. It looked as if I was starting to talk. His lips were small in vibration before finally meeting each other.
“Bee, you will not sin if you have such a dream. But for your own father, is it possible that your father who is just a coachman can nyekolahin you that high? Australia again! To Jakarta you are not sure you can afford, especially to Mosqouito!”
“Mecquarie sir, if that means mosquito!”
“Iya, that's what mr.” means
“Bee is not maksa anyway? Bee just played in a high-level fantasy aja.”
“Your work fantasizes about where to go to Australia!”
“Loh, instead of imagining it that makes us recognized as humans? There will be those who say, 'I think then I exist', so sir.”
“Who said that? We didn't think there would still be Bee. What created your body is not your brain, but your Lord.”
“That's exactly it, sir .. the reason God gives us brains so we can think about Him!”
“Yes already, if you go home later, ask your mother's prayer, if the father who prayed will be less colorful in the eyes of God.”
“So you agree that I'm there?”
“As you said before, Bee, the man must dare to dream and happy to do the impossible.”
At the crossroads. Father was forced to stop when a small commotion was brewing. We got off the dock. Everyone looked at each other for fear. Then the father intervened because he was subdued by his higher concerns.
“What in the country is no more affection?”
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