I'M NOT YOUR DREAM
CHAPTER 07 Parents Need Evidence

As usual after a draining course. I went for lunch, filled up the stomach that had been rumbling due to thinking hard. Pak Lik Salam meatballs have always been a favorite food of students. Besides being friendly in the pockets also friendly on the tongue.

“How the hell is Khof so I can think rich You? , I'm tired of being a person. I really want to be an active student, continue to get a high GPA. My parents must love me, not rich now who likes to grumble mulu says I can only spend money aj”.

“There are tips”. I answered briefly.

“Please tell Khof. Yes count for charity Jariyah You later if for example until I can change”. Rara grinned and made me want to laugh. His child-like behavior is still irreversible.

“Prove”.

Instantly his eyes were opened. I know what that means. He's still trying to understand what I just said.

“Yes prove that you are not what they say you are. Because parents need proof. Not just talk and promise”.

“terus how dong? ”.

“Back it again. Yes, you have to read a lot. Read anything scientific. With it you will be able to give your opinion to everything you see. For example, you know the pen and you know the details. What it is for, how it forms, where to buy. Well with that you will be able to define about the pen with your own language”.

“Good dong if gotu”.

A bowl of Pak Lik Salam meatballs has been served in front of me. The hot weather made Rara immediately gulp half a glass of iced tea.

Studying at a private campus is rarely interested in many people. Most prefer to study at public universities because it is easier to get a job. But it's not a problem for me. The problem is I have to be consistent in so that the quality and ability of ourselves are not much different from students graduate from public universities.

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Flashbacks

College is not something I dreamed of when I was sitting in High School. In the past I only wanted after graduating from High School to serve and explore religious knowledge in boarding school first. When I was in Elementary School I had a lot of goals. Become a teacher, designer and architect. But those ideals fade with time. Even when I was in the final class my friend had the view to continue where, but I haven't. I am the type of person who never demands. It can only flow like water. Until I finally had a gap year.

The months of gap year are a difficult journey to guess. The winding path of life. Between bitter and sweet. Because life is like a piano, some are white and some are black. After graduating High School there was an envoy to help in the foundation where I studied. Finally my desire to serve was achieved. Starting from helping in the foundation, helping to make food for children who live in boarding schools, shopping for cuisine every day. I went through it with pleasure. Month by month is past. One by one my comrades-in-arms began many who did not feel at home there. Many people go home. Until only one survives. He is Me. I'm alone. No friends.