Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 7
The dream furthest above the earth's crust that I must dig as deep as possible, arises wildly in the lines of the next story. But once again, the dream of meeting Mus in Melbourne is still a long way away. Uh! Maybe you don't understand because we're still in the beginning. I hope you put up with whatever form of self-plating and hope struggle I will have.
And the distant dream I was referring to would begin in the middle of the story. The genre is tragedy, romance, and you still have to be patient for the tears I live.
And the sweat of my pride was sweet, even though the freshmen present in the force after me were few, at least more than ten people. And at least they exceed the population of my army which in the second year, 6 people remain. The thirst of our campus for students, opened the mind of Mr. Iwan gave rise to the idea of lightning.
Maybe on your campus new students will compete to be chosen. But the competition was shut down in advance by Mr. Iwan's mindset for the sake of a shared dream for our green campus.
I mean, the general rules were destroyed Mr. Iwan in conscience. In effect, in the year after me, Mr. Iwan gave free one year of college for the two study programs. It became a beautiful stratagem in hopes of advancing the power of language and the mathematical intelligence of the Sumbawa youth. We also did a blusukan to high school to find students who are struggling with tuition fees while their hearts cheered eagerly to be able to study in high school.
But not just to the schools, we also
plunge into groups to promote that form of affection to young people in rural villages. Mr. Iwan did not care if they were children from a family of school dropouts or who had not graduated but stopped at a crossroads.
For Mr. Iwan, the devotion of his knowledge since returning from the country of kangaroos makes it easier for him to vent the sweet conscience to the corners of Sumbawa. His childhood facilitated the path to victory that was certain. I understand him as the person who best understands Article 1945 of the Constitution on proper education.
Even the rules of affection are eternal until now even though our green campus has grown bigger and healthier. But that process we will go slowly from here. And that communal blusukan led me to the estuary of the strangest friendship in the world of Education. Far from rigid and irrational rules.
“You wrote down your distant dream that young leaf!” exclaimed firmly a lecturer dressed in blue batik from the outside of my dorm door. It was the first day I got to know Song Jong Ki from Bima. His name is Mr. Supriadin. I call it ‘Sir Bima’ in our story because he comes from the city of Bima, in our province. If you are confused, we do not give ‘nickname’.on the lecturer. That's just a sweet rule that applies to boarding students only.
“What does that mean?”
“We hunt prospective students now?”
He is more excited than his appearance. His height is approximately 167 cm. And his face looks like a Ronaldo version of the Dompu tribe. He pampered me later in life with his unique lead style. That style I call ‘Darkness in light’. You'll never be able to tell the difference when he's serious and joking. But he always said that he could joke seriously and seriously in joking. I don't know, don't ask me.
“We're going to Alas?”
“Iya, faster.”
“But, Sir ..”
“We're going to the villages and
offer free lectures for them.”
I never envied even the students of the class under me who got that comfort. Since 2016, Mr. Iwan provides valuable provisions that are immeasurable in price. A determination that will continue to reside in our campus brochure. This is real and you will not find another rector who opens up the meaning of education as fundamentally as he did. And Iga's mother, Mr. Iwan's wife, whose full name is Iga Widari, became an angel supporting the philosophy of education. Don't blame me, Mr. Iwan himself said the angel first.
And Mustaqim, my student's brother, was the result of a real blusukan by me and Sir Bima. Mustaqim and his four new friends are staying in dormitory I. The dormitory room, which is only filled with cement covered with green carpet, is present as the foundation of our story to cover half the frame of this story.
At that time, the friendship of six wanderers was formed …
I pasted a list of ‘nickname’ for my student sisters. When the change of air began, Hitler and my level brothers had returned to the village for the administration of their graduation. The names of the new residents led by Big Boss, had confused Mr. Iwan's head when just passing by reading it on the outside door of the dormitory.
Here it has been listed in functioning conscience, the names of the education fighters in dormitory I. All these names are based on the filing of the owner of the body and have been signed by the chairman in stamp duty of 6,000.
Big Boss (Kiss)
Picolo (Mustaqim)
Harry Potter (Umar)
Snoopy (Satria Purdawansyah)
Zoro (Indra Kusuma)
Takiya (Jamaluddin Afghani)
If you have any questions regarding the names, you can further contact me after the comedy-tragedy story is finished. Sorry, I'm overreacting. All the names were transformed into a member of an education fighter named ‘6 Kelana.” You'll find an elegant mind-bending rivalry between Alfa Edison and the millennial Albert Einstein in room I later.
I punish the individual as chairman if anyone breaks my dream tower and Bang Alen's Macquire writing on the upper wall of the dormitory. Of course, the image of the city of Melbourne and the strings of dream sentences are even more valuable than the world and everything in it, including you. Sorry, but I'm serious.
Look …
That day the case of the most ridiculous intellectual quarrel flowed gracefully ..
The Albert Einstein Millennial in our hostel is Bang Monday's younger brother Picolo, whose name is the same as Mus, my hard-boiled best friend alive. Ah, if Mus were still with me, it would have been in his soul.
Picolo has made me read that humans really exist when they think. It became the backbone of mysticism in our dormitory. Sometimes the figure is exactly the figure of the savior but can also be transformed into the brightest character, when talking about “Double yourself with the universe!”
Monday is ‘nickname’ for Bang Solihin who is the same age as Bang Alen. And they both graduated. Just like me and Mustaqim once were, they were also a matching blend of wind and fire. And after my brief introduction of ‘6 Later, there will be a body pursuit that sacrifices love for Pertiwi.
"The man, though small, is greater than the total size of the universe,” Picolo argued. His hand held the Vivo 1808 phone. Harry Potter seemed limp and slumbering after a day of shaking conscience to college assignments overnight. While I was casually glazed over in the small mirror.
“Why is human thought said to be the cause of human existence itself?” response Zoro who I thought was busy playing ‘Mobile Legend’. I've never had his hearing in that lifetime when I was busy making love with online games.
I was in the mirror and was provoked to think. Those days, it seemed to give birth to my memory of Mustaqim who was now in the neighboring country. Until that year, I had not received a phone call from him.
The cause of my memories of him emerged was the strange and rhetoric of the angora-member 6 Kelana. In that instant I dropped the mirror because the longing for my best friend appeared instantly.
“I think the light is back on the reason of human creation,” I said as I cleaned up the broken glass that fell to the floor.
“Mr daydream what?”
“Big Boss?”
Picolo and Zoro were touched.
“That's philosophy?” ask Harry Potter who has woken up.
“Big Boss is always full of grammatical new thoughts,” praise Takiya who turns his ears more alive.
That was the year I felt like my name was called with the prefix ‘mr’. I also felt the old and soul of the young man as if he had been buried in their curious plain pieces. And it happens all the time. Luckily Bang Ari's ‘Amak Toak’ designation was not reincarnated in me as his replacement.
But the strange discussion did not continue. Lecture time cut the chance of our stupid questions coming out. Although all members of ‘6 Kelana’ take English study program, do not close our brain stem to discuss other things. Yes, though it is sometimes beyond our capacity as God's human beings.
As 13:00 approached our day, Picolo's bitter smile jolted my gaze to care. As if to be the gaze of a shaman when serving a perverted visitor. He may sometimes be able to resemble a human being with PHP, ‘Fake Hope Givers’ world TOP ranking. Speaking of intimate deceit, it would mean subtly being lied to if her leniency had been shortened. PHP does not look at space and dimensions. Maybe even an official can also PHP on his people.
One thing, dormitories II and III are also inseparable from the names of the masks. Dormitory I is a group of ‘6 Kelana’ because we all like to think everywhere. Dormitory II is a group of ‘Black Pink’ because they are more handsome and innocent than other dorm groups. Lastly, dormitory III is a group
‘Berandal Syari’ah because the soul and body love Islam so much even though their faces are full of natural suffering.
You don't have to feel bad about our replacement names. In dormitories II and III, their ‘nickname’ is much worse. Many take the names of the figures of change in their respective fields such as Bill Gates, Umar Khatab, Soekarno, Buya Hamka and others. Not even a few who call themselves like movie characters like Lintang in the movie Laskar Pelangi. The others are Yoo Sie Jin, IP Man, Mr.Crab, Monkey. D. Luffy, and Pinocio. Whatever the name, Bang Ari's ‘Amak Toak’ will always be a legend.
I watched with my own eyes, it turns out my members carved history by telling stories about themselves that some time ago, had felt given false hope by the lecturer. Although in fact it is only the unrealized argument of their male hearts.
That afternoon, when Picolo began to feel astonished by the time, he asked me, “Big Boss, did you not pick up science today? What time is it?”
Hearing that question, I immediately switched airs to the dressing room. Then Picolo's rather stocky body followed up my rebuttal with a sentence spout, “We enter at one, Big Boss!”
“Oh?”
“Yes, we have a turn of the clock, Mr!”
“Did Albert Einstein ever teach us that time can be changed?”
“Could do! How to ask to sleep again and wake up after ashar,” said Takiya who suddenly showed his charisma Philipus Brown.
Harry Potter woke up and approached me. With his bright aura, he showed the connection of his small purpose in life, namely: to wake the little Philipus Brown. So Harry Potter is completely devoid of love, he pulls Takiya's legs vertically until the woman's lover's body collapses to the floor.
“You're ugly, Harry Potter,” Takiya's little grumble.
“Haha, life is to remind each other. Mattress and floor are also low, what might hurt?” harry Potter defended himself.
“Picolo, Harry Potter, it's now one o'clock less five!” I reminded them. Then as fast as the burroq my three juniors ran to the bathroom while berating themselves for not appreciating the time. Zoro and Snoopy had left 15 minutes earlier.
Five minutes of rolling …
“What is the definition of a bath?” rangku with a made-up accent.
“It is the best broken!” takiya.
“That's ‘semantic’ it what?” Picolo swerved while his hairy fingers faithfully hooked the buttons of each other's clothes. I even stepped on Harry Potter's green triangle.
“By opo to brother?” I responded to Zoro's chaotic English earlier.
“Amazing fantastic!” harry Potter grew darker as he continued to change clothes as fast as the flow of lightning.
“Tak wonder why English is touted as ‘Labay, group!” Zoro seems to be starting to finish with his pink fanta belt.
“Why English should be debay-lebay right?” ask Picolo smartly.
“That's exactly where the language madness lies, Big Boss!” said Harry Potter. “As Mr. said. Bee, madman and succesful man it's different thin!”
“What does this have to do with language?” tanyaku later.
“It was a permacluman where their IQ did squat under the big toe, Mr. Bee,” tease Zoro satisfied.
“Let the IQ be dilapidated, the important thing is that my loyalty can be tested in any age ... as high as the seventh sky!” refute Picolo.
That crazy conversation was enough to stain the time. Without realizing it, we grinned ourselves because just to argue silly things nun quality alone, wearing more than fifteen minutes.
“You are all graceful and uncivilized criminals!” aspirku later.
Their gazes were silent in unison.
“Yes, you have betrayed the Creator of time! Where is*********you? Or do you not have ********** so far?” I act like a world-class poet.
“Do not poetic!” say they congregate.
Suddenly we realized that the time had eroded. We're goin. Of course the envy was a little stifled. It always happens that when I go to college, I go back to being the only male cell to get out of the dorm. I have to take care of the intellectuals of benevolent angels like me. While the other 6 Kelana members entered the world of argumentation together.
But my normal thoughts disappeared while still at the front door and had not had time to wear shoes, suddenly I received a whatsup message from Sir Bima.
“Ampun!”
“What's Big Boss?” Picolo asked for the first time. I let Zoro read that message which turned out to be valid for all semesters.
Today, sir is not entering. Replaced on Tuesday morning, okay? On time, right?
“Yaahh!!” picolo and Harry Potter. I returned grinning and grinning incoherently. My stomach ached and I kept seeing the young boy's look transformed into gloom.
“Humm .. we've been cool like this, had a five-minute shower, didn't have lunch, rushed to find an underware that I didn't even have time to wash, but what? Our lecturer? Hero without charge sign ... have your PHP-in?”
“Your tongue is exaggerated,” I criticize Harry Potter's sudden accent.
Time is a big uncertainty.