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SEQUENCE 6

Excessive exhaustion the day before with my father, made me late to return to Great Sumbawa the next morning. The distance from Alas to Sumbawa Besar which is approximately 40 Km against me jumps over time more nimble. I'm so late. Spending the measure of my energy as sheikhlasnya.

To return to the mother's place alone near Kencana Beach one of the last tired areas for foreign tourists, which is a distance from Bukit Tinggi, part of Sumbawa Besar Regency, Indonesia, where my immature green campus grew and developed with me, I needed more time.

Actually, I may not come, but my character who wants the pleasure of a precious sheet, then I always pull myself as far as possible to then release myself in the puddle of the future light.

Catapult. Two hours of travel is a time I must enjoy whatever form of mental damage.

I forgot that the new student reception started at 09.00 WITA. I was part of the performance section on the show. The event for my semester sisters that I will love for the rest of my breath. Reminds me of the series of my initial meeting with Mus first, at a similar event.

I left an hour before the beginning. So I can not taste how warm the motivation of a Mr. Iwan. I wrapped up my desire to match him even though he was both labeled as the son of the coachman. The difference, he felt those times since Elementary School and changed drastically afterwards. And I still haven't been able to achieve his degree of success even after graduating High School, according to his story in his book.

Although our campus is still growing, he is greatly admired in NTB. And in addition to him who will be transformed into a second father to me, you will also fall in love with the power of invisible simplicity that I will display later.

I'll continue. When I arrived, my breath was still left while trying the stairs up to the second floor. I turned left and it was wrong. Initially confused because the building on the left is arranged closed as if it began to be noticed by the government. I remembered what my father said, about how everyone on the earth, Indonesia, deserves a proper education.

What I think afterwards is that in addition to education and poverty, most lines of life in Indonesia do not fit Pancasila. I'm not saying my college is poor, not at all. What is seen in the eyes of my heart is the description of a life treatise full of dilemma rules but does not reflect affection.

Sometimes, I think of moving country at every step of my swing by cycling. Might as well. You can criticize my serious pointy joke.

After all, this kind of thinking came about when I was still in Primary School. After becoming a student, my assumptions were lupus. I even know that Indonesia is loved by other countries. As Mus said in the Basic Cultural Science course first about the best education in the world, namely Finland..

I realized, every country does have a dimension of deficiency. The rest is about the love of other countries for Rahim Pertiwi, I do not need to add because you already know the contents of my conversation. But I am ashamed of a small country with the most advanced education like Finland. And I want to go there if I can. One more thing you should know before I go on.

Well, when I found out my direction was wrong, I was surprised by two strangers just as I decided to go the other way. They were still glued to shame at the corner of the entrance of the room where the OSEK event was running. I thought it was the student's sister but after the two of them nailed their gazes at me. The sighting is real. The two men were Bang Ridwan and Bang Imam Shafi’i.

Their Islamic names sometimes make my soul completely envious.

“In this world, there is nothing worse than waiting for the certainty of life. Isn't the future beautiful because God made it unpredictable? Adhering to fear will only make you kill yourself inwardly,” I said jerking the rhythm of their fear to just enter. While painting a sardonic slanted smile that is not sweet.

“Big Boss?” Bang Imam flabbergasted beautifully calling ‘Nickname-ku” as the head of dorm I. I chose that name as the one who liked Yoo Sie Jin's character in Descendant of The Sun. I feel funny because of it. But not for Bang Ridwan, he is still puffy and restless.

“Mustaqim has reincarnated in a more hairy form!” bang Ridwan whispered half a beat.

“Oh?”

“Students sitting at the very front of it!” Bang Ridwan pointed towards the inside of the room and the new student he was referring to.

“It wasn't him. He looks shorter than the Mustaqim I know, Roger!”

Roger is ‘nickname’ Bang Ridwan.

“But Big Boss, his name is indeed Mustaqim.”

I snapped the phrase that sentence.

“We never learned how to start life?” I started acting smart.

“Current screaming like this even philosophized,” ketus Raizo, ‘nickname’ Bang Imam.

Both are interesting as life partners. While the Mustaqim they mean, the body and skull of his head, exactly at a glance like the great badminton player who just gained fame at the 2018 Asian Games, last August, Jonathan Cristhie, but shorter. Already, you believe it!

Although Mustaqim who holds a new student in the event room that morning was really hairy like Bang Roma Irama. Yes, the youth. The fiery time.

“Padalah very late,” connect someone who came out from inside. It is ‘Amak Toak’, ‘nickname legend of one of the oldest in dormitory I to III. His name is Bang Ari. It will be an element of my thirst the following year. He helped me from the tidal wave of love on my feet.

He also taught me how to fall in love properly. I don't know, I haven't figured out what falling in love is like.

“Loh, too late right, you guys? So don't dare to go in,” he told Roger Raizo, and I.

We nodded foolishly while mimicking the expression of a one-and-a-half-year-old toddler who was pouting. Glazed. And finally made us win together by acknowledging each other's self-esteem.

Spontaneously, Roger gasped while orbiting his eyes at me, “Terus, what did that mean by starting life?”

I answered the elegant question by placing both palms of my hands on each of their hands and then led the two into the abyss of overreaching courage. Oh gosh.

“Heh, will we be accepted by other committee?” Raizo tried to evade. I kept forcing them to follow the excessive pace of my courage. And both are resigned. I actually taught them the meaning of my earliest words when I found them both at the entrance. Well, you guys know.

That was when, the people inside the room circulated convex gazes towards us. Funny thing is, I feel cut off by a perverted look. Actually it was just my mind that was hypnotized by the situation in the room that was quite naked and simple. Inside there are lecturers. Only senior brothers who get a chance in the second hour after the opening of the lecturers in the first hour. Which I can't enjoy.

OSEK in my second year it started like on your magnificent campus. The ugly sight in the mind was gone because the seniors were punishing Roger and Raizo.. Although the committee, it turns out that the punishment applies to anyone who does not fall in love at the time. While I was left to sit with some freshmen who numbered more than ten people. Viral fact, the new students in the generation after me were pretty much awarded the male-sex humans.

“Mus, I envy them. Ever since you vanished into the neighboring land, my heart has been constantly reverberating about our dreams and the novel story you wanted me to summarize.

I don't know if I can meet you later in Melbourne, Macquire, or Sidney where you plant the coffers of ideals,” I said inwardly.

“Mr. Bee! I'm Mustaqim, the fiercest creature in the armpit of Sumbawa.”

‘Mr’ became commonplace for sister level as a call for older ones. That applies not only to students of English language study programs, but also to Mathematics programs.

If female, then her back greeting is using ‘mrs’ which if pronounced is the same as miss! And this is not a longing.

In that case, I did not serve the spontaneity of the freshman's fingers. He sat beside me and mentioned the ‘nickname listed on the committee board. The small name-stringed backrest itself hung around my neck and stuck down. Then I looked at the named student similar to my best friend.

“Because I want to defecate, I was forced to hold half an hour,” he explained later. And I felt the heat of Mustaqim's worry, gnawing at my crotch. So powerful. Feels spicy. Fortunately, that doesn't continue.

“All who are here, are forbidden to go out and rest if these two sisters fail to complete this game,” said Wolf who became the chairman of the committee. He is Bang Ardian. His stature is moderate and solid. He was the second Hitler to slaughter my laziness to reach the rainbow of success. Just slow.

“Why did the committee also get affected?” lamented a beautiful sorority sister who served as a moderator. “And those two sisters are late?”

“Not a problem of their late time or not being able to finish the game. I am growing the value of justice here,” he said casually. Someone is always late for the show. The punishment of the two student sisters in front of me really affected my memory of Mus. When we have similar fate.

“Then the sisters sit down. Let's be replaced by the late committee brother earlier.”

Roger and Raizo's eye crystals are wandering loose. That uneasiness crept into their sweat pores. And I was still filled with nostalgia.

“Sstt, Big Boss, you know how to break away from this rope without making it break?” loud whisper Raizo from the direction of three meters.

“How do I know! You guys just give up on destiny!”

“Hah, you fool, what does that have to do with destiny? We just have to fight fate now.”

“Why does fate have to be fought?” Roger began to close his doubts.

“Yeah, you can still philosophize?”

“This is not a philosophy. I just want you to calm down. What solve the problem should be by adding the problem?” they're getting so-so.

“You're right too.”

“See? My emotional intelligence is above average, right?” roger said he was proud. Though not so.

“What is such emotional intelligence?”

“Hehehe,” the sisters level made laugh by scene ‘melodrama’ masculine parody in front of them.

“You two, be excited! Don't make this nation cry for long because of your silliness!” bang Alen shouted spontaneously from the direction of the chair sitting in the row of the committee and at that moment he was ashamed of half his soul. All gazes erupted towards him. Actually ‘Alen is a ‘nickname’ for him. Bang Alen's real name is Jalaluddin Abdul Qadir. Again the name of Islam. Makes my irishness erupt.

I put the name ‘Bang’ next to ‘nickname’nya as a difference in my appreciation for it.

“How? Do you know how? Have you never seen the video on YouTube? This game teaches us how to solve problems without having to add problems,” said Amak Toak suddenly voiced again.

Consciously, the sentence seemed to approve my previous thoughts about what I implied to the two suspects in front of us all that.

“Yes Lord, Your miracle is always there when we are sensitive,” I said deeply. I hope it's over soon. Besides Mustaqim the freshman, I was holding back the genital water for half an hour. Maybe the urine poison has gone back into the filtration department in my kidney.

I had hoped that God still loved my kidneys to see my sweet agony that afternoon.

And as if my prayers were heard by the All-Hearing, we were saved by the voice of the dzuhur adhan from the direction of the campus mosque. I may not have detailed how the simplicity nebula that surrounds my green campus exists. Clearly, I need to owe a moral debt to my Almighty God.

“Alright,” says Wolf. “Kakak organizer wants to convey one important thing before we disband.”

Brother Wolf said that even if we were two hours in the room, we had all learned a big simple thing. Then release Roger and Raizo from the rapia cuffs. Afterwards, we temporarily disbanded in order to commit ourselves as a despicable servant to our Lord.

I was proud at the time. Although the place of study is simple, the value of respecting the time is equivalent to Al-Azhar University and of course the religious value is manifest in the auspices of NW (Nahdatul Wathan), which is included in the name of our campus.

NW itself is a religious institution that houses the values of Islam in Sumbawa. And our green campus values that real shade as a warm, family-like embrace. In my new semester in 2016 at the end of August, empty dormitories occupied by my UTS friends were filled by Al-Majdiyah students.

Of course, Mr. Iwan created the empty space lined up to the front yard, as a Madrash Tsanawiyah. And the children of the divine light incarnated into young leaves that illuminated the darkness of our lonely clouds after parting with friends from UTS. As I thought, Mr. Iwan asked the top students who catapulted themselves as teachers of conscience for the students.