It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 58: Riyan and Ajeng (The Story of Junior High)
“What is your life purpose?”
The question has been stuck in my head for a long time and it seems like a very disturbing thing. As time goes on and gets older, the question has long turned into one of the things that might make me feel stressed.
But, after I tried to find out with great effort, trying to pursue a hobby and watch a motivational video Deddy Corbuzier on Youtube, I finally found the answer, which is: “KAMPRET, & more, I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS!!?”
Sometimes, I like to envy people who can realize dreams with their own efforts, as if nothing is impossible for them. Most of them are people who have many shortcomings, then managed to cover those shortcomings with the advantages they have. I want to be like them. But, how to cover up shortcomings, close your heart and move on from you can never. (Make that feel)
While in the holiday period after UN SMP, question “What is your life purpose?” I made the motivation to determine the path of life after graduating from SMK, whether choosing to work, or continue High School. At that time I already had a plan like this: I was not so busy working in the place of people, maybe after graduation I will innovate, create new jobs, namely “Salon special bald” people, maybe after graduation I will innovate, create new jobs, namely Salon special bald people, and if you continue High School, I have the intention to make a list to Favorite High School even though my UN value is anchored. (Because my brain is a bit sliding.)
“You really want to follow up SMA, yan?” My name is going to me. (For the sake of its future brightness, my name is disguised.) At that time, we were hanging out at a coffee shop in Tomato City.
“Yep.” I answered briefly, because again busy reading the menu board available at the table where we sit.
“Hem... good if you want to continue SMA.” Answer Ajeng, nodding a little.
"Yes, it must be." I said dalem heart.
“Emang you want to list SMA where?” Continue, while giving the menu board on the waiter that suddenly stood next to our table.
“SMA Country Tomato cool time yes?” I answered with confidence.
“You've gone crazy’ yes!!?” Suddenly Thor's possessed. His voice is quite loud, slightly attracting the attention of other visitors.
“Lebay very, just relax!” I replied casually, while giving the menu board to the waiter.
I think it's only natural that Ajeng why I'm crazy when I say I want to sign up to Tomato State High School, because he knows my behavior in Junior High school is very very unreflective of students in general. I often owe dikantin, I ever skipped school a month, I was often called teacher BK, out of school also ever, I was also often in the law security because late. And, the least worthy of an example is, I often tease a beautiful chemistry teacher, his face is like Dian Sastro, he said, until then, the teacher felt annoyed and reported to the teacher BK (Suwe’ that the teacher could not be invited to joke.) If you want the unstable times first, I sometimes like to feel comfortable myself.
Not long after, a waiter also delivered the food we had pesen. I ordered black coffee and brownies, while Ajeng preferred milkshakes accompanied by small-sized pizzas. We enjoy the food while chatting about the charm. Starting from the many tasks, fierce lecturers, fun organizational activities, the difference between school and High School, until the hassle of makul toast. Ajeng had started High School, at that time he was still in 10th grade, so he already knew his sorrow to be a High School student
“You want to be a High School boy, do not often skip kayaking first. Later you do not pass makul, you are told to repeat. If you do not graduate again, repeat again, again and again.you do not want to, old on campus?” About that's the advice from Ajeng for me who is still the same public perSMAan. I don't think that's advice, but nakut-nakutin.
Finished hanging out, Ajeng took me to his house. “Eh, jane. You want to go home, right? My father just came home from Malaysia, bring a lot of souvenirs. Maen yuk!” Ajeng said as we walked out of the tavern. Because I do not have busy, I also agree to Ajeng's invitation with pleasure. After all, I was curious what kind of souvenirs people usually bring after visiting Malaysia. I hope it's not a key chain.
Arriving at the Ajeng house, I was immediately invited to sit in the family lounge. At that time his house was quiet again, at home there was only his father Ajeng who was watching TV in the living room. The others don't know where. I have often come to Ajeng's house, so do not feel awkward, it is common.
Ajeng brought some plastic bags filled with souvenirs from Malaysia given by his father. It contains macems, there are biscuits, sweets, colorful chocolate, and foods that look like basket cakes, I don't know the name. As I expected, Ajeng also gave a keychain that read “I love MALAYSIA”
I really enjoyed the atmosphere at Ajeng's house. While eating snacks from Malaysia, Ajeng and I chatted while joking. “I think I'll have diabetes deh.” I said after swallowing the chocolate.
“Yeah, yan. Chocolate kayak gini where can make diabetes.” Denying Ajeng who is opening a small ball-shaped brown wrap.
“In the store earlier, I ate a very sweet brownie, now to your home invited to eat sweet again, cemented same sweet people also’, how not diabetes me.” I ngoceh as good as jidat.
*Plakk!* Ajeng suddenly nimpuk I use the lid of the jar, right about the cheeks.
“Sick, bego’!” I said while stroking the cheek that was hit by the toss of the jar.
“Gombal again, I plug your eyes using’ scissors.” He stared at me brutally.
“Becanda”
In the past, it was really nice to have a lot of free time for maen-maen together with temen, no high school assignments, no deathline excul activities. His work life is just maen, school, sleep, read comics. It's delicious, as if happiness is easy to find. The burden of life has not been very heavy, at best it bingsoknya because of romance. The more we mature, the taste of life becomes more mixed. Actually, it's a pleasure, depending on how we live it.
“Yan, are you serious about entering Tomato Country High School?” On the sidelines joke, Ajeng suddenly nanya like that. “Kalo any intention, I can help you learn to pass the test, how?” He continued to ask.
I hold my chin, pretentious and thoughtful, but have no mind. Finished thinking, I said. “Seriously later in pelaminan.”
As soon as my vision was pitch black, blood flowed down both cheeks. Ajeng suddenly flashy both eyes I use’ scissors.
Kidding, Ajeng is not that brutal.
A few days later, after Ajeng nawarin himself to help learn, I so often spend time with him. Not as usual, where we just play around and hang out, those days feel different. My struggle to pass the Tomato State High School entrance test began. Almost every day we learn together, practicing first-class questions until three Junior High. Ajeng minjemin books that he had equally give some material from the internet.
At home, everywhere I always bring a question exercise book, for me to work if no longer anything. Sometimes, I also feel stress, frustration and stricken with “Mending syndrome I Die Aja.” There are times when, it feels like giving up, but don't know why, I always try to keep what I say, from the beginning, even though it was impossible for myself and that's what made me want to keep trying even though the possibility was only as big as one grain of dust.
Over time, I began to get used to the problems. The one that initially felt heavy, turned light. Ajeng who again three weeks off school is also used to teach me. Sometimes when we hang out at a subscription store, we learn together and become the most productive visitors.
“We kayak again learn the group yes, whereas again hanging out.” Ajeng.
“Ho’oh.” I answered briefly.
Nyampe in front of Ajeng house, I sent a message to him, telling him that I was in front of his house. Through BBM voice mail, Ajeng told me to go into his room and tell him he was alone at home. But, after entering his house, I chose to wait for him in the living room while sitting on a long sofa. Do not know why, we even chat through BBM, even though deket.
: Where are you? I'm at home.
: I'll drive to my room!!!
: Yes, no manners, bego’!
: Yes, where are you?
: In the living room, again sitting on the sofa.
: The mna sofa?
: The longest, really?
: Move aside, move next to him. Aq mo sleep there!
: OKAY.
Moments after I moved my seat, Ajeng came out of his room with his body wrapped in a thick blanket of white, and his hair was a mess. Apparently, he was hard to walk to the sofa, his legs were crimping the blanket that was coming to the floor. I swear I'm a big boy. Once nyampe on the deck of the long sofa, Ajeng immediately dropped his body onto the sofa, facing to the side, his eyes directly staring at me.
“Yan?” Ask Ajeng.
“Hemm.?” I replied with one breath.
Without further ado he instantly stories at length times high. “I really sprained tau’ same bude me. Time yes he said ‘You high school girls for what, anyway later the edges also take care of the kitchen.’ I really know, really ngeremehin. He likes my appeals the same as Laen's. Like banding-banding people who are the same college that is not.
According to him, if you have graduated from college, you will be ashamed of rough work, ashamed of being a laborer. He wants to work according to his career, if not prestige. Different from low education, who want to work anything and where, pinter nyari money.,,” Ajeng take a breath for a while, hold emotions, then continue to ask. “Kesel right, yan it feels if digituin. Matahin's a real spirit, right?”
“Yes too anyway, jeng.” I agree with his opinion.
“Nah, kan.” Ajeng.
“Kok bude you can say that yes?” I continued with nanya.
“Tau’. Ud crazy’ times she.” Ajeng looks like a huge sprain.
“Hushh I reminded.
“Yes abis, really bad.”
If you think about it, if it looks like I am so Ajeng who is very anxious about education, then the inclusion of kayak talk is definitely going to be safe as well. Maybe Ajeng budenya never fussed at High School, so be it. But…
“Kalo live just live, pigs can too. If work is just work, monkeys can also. That's what Pramudya Ananta Toer said. Trus, if we have such a view of life, just want money and eat only, what is the difference with animals?” I said, wise-ass.
He stared flat at me. I think he's confused. “What the hell are you, yan? not clear deh.” Said.
“I mana.” I said, while posing keep smile ala Caesar the joget king.
“Seriously no!!” Ajeng bluffing.
“Seriously just dipel...” *bugg!* Not finished talking, Ajeng throw my face with a sofa pillow.
After that, he immediately took a small flower vase that was made for table decoration. “You're kidding me again, I'm throwing a flower vase.” He said, threatening. I can only swallow.
“Gini aja, you're so cute. Not that, demanding knowledge is worship huh? Think of it there.”
“Iya, too anyway. Tumben you pinter.” He suddenly nodded and immediately sat down. Very nervous, he is unstable, his mood is easy to move “Semangat!” Her speech.
“No snacks yet?” Ask me who's suddenly laper.
“No, go home! you are quite an adult . Malem-malem maen to the girl's house later on misunderstanding, want to burn the masses?”
“Yeah, bring what cake, souvenirs from Malaysia still, right?” I'm welding.
“Abislah, anyways if still definitely expired. Hussh...there go home!” I was like a chicken ngusir.
Being evicted, I finally got out of the house. So, at that time, I was told to go to the house of Ajeng malem-malem only to hear him confide in him about his budenya who mengeselin. It is as simple as that, but precisely such a thing might make us more familiar.
A few months later, I enrolled High School in Broccoli High School, after which I started living in the town of Pepper and rarely came home because of busy School. At first, I did not have the intention to favorite High School anyway, but I realized that education is important and knowledge is a religious order.