LIFE (Han, Ian, Dina, Ute & Pras)
Ep. 16 Senior oh Senior (3).. (Ute & Pras Perspective)
...~ UTE ~...
“Ute, you are awaited behind the same hall of senior-senior madya!” a friend said when I just entered the guesthouse study. I calmly opened the study table and took out the textbooks from my bag and placed them neatly in the available drawers.
“Oh, what is it about?” my question then, not too curious as well, is the same usual carelessness these seniors see my style that most of them think is rancid and challenging to do. ;p.
“Where do I know?” replied the friend while putting his shoulders back and continuing his reading at his study table.
“Ok.” I said again while locking back my study table and continuing my steps towards the toilet.
“Do not long yes ‘te, fear later I spelled out ga nyampein pesen ntu senior!” said again.
“Each cyst.” I replied without looking. Just for info, my prosopagnosia is still sweetly entrenched in this self. If there are friends who dress casually, do not use a clear identification and do not emit a distinctive aura of each, then I just call them sista or sist' and so on, for the sake of making it easier.
After changing clothes with complete training, I set foot towards the hall, strengthening my heart and mind, hoping that it was not too much trouble that I would soon meet.
Up in front of the hall, it was seen by me some senior people Madya Praja Putri (i count about 8 people), which fortunately still with Daily Service Clothes/PDH each so there is a signboard that I can read. 3 people sit in the hallway and 5 other people stand around them, like they are planning an evil work.. ‘Haish, calm my heart. what doesn't’t kill me, makes me stronger..’ my inner self-reinforcing. (translation: what doesn't make me die is strengthening me)
These eyes and brains quickly worked hard, matching each person's name and aura. Aga was a little troubled because their auras at first glance seemed similar, which indicated they had agreed on something to be faced together, a reddish-brown aga-coloured aura and a hint of purple silhouette, like a real intention.
As I approached, these eight pairs of eyes compactly looked towards me.
“Good afternoon ka..” say hello while giving ppm, affirming myself.
“Sore de..” said a senior with the darkest aura, chances are he is the leader in this group.
“Oh this is Thia Utami aka Ute?” asked the senior who was standing next to the first senior earlier while with the other 4 people walking up to me.
“Gaul's son huh? Hair is still red tuh.. characteristics of people who like to seek attention huh?” asked the other senior behind my back while touching a moment of my back hair.
“You know how long we have been waiting for you in this place de? Intentionally long ago?” asked the other senior again as he began to burn his emotions, emitting a dark red aura that felt hot, even though he was standing to my left.
“Udah do not need long, take it directly to the back of the hall ajah!” said a senior who sat next to the first senior earlier, he said straightforwardly as he stepped his feet towards the back of the hall.
“Follow us de!” the first senior order to reply to my greeting earlier, he got up from his seat in the hallway, followed the steps of his friend earlier and obediently confirmed his orders to me to follow their departure.
We walked in silence. 3 seniors in front of me and 5 more beside and behind me. ‘Yes God, strengthen my heart.’ my inner self again.
A moment later, we were already at the back of the hall. The atmosphere is still quiet, now only at 15.30 WIB, usually only about an hour away, the location of the hall will start to race with the government who follow sports clubs, such as karate, judo, and other sports clubs, fight degrees, wushu even badminton and so on. They use the inside of the hall as a training ground, after an afternoon run as a warm-up.
“You should know we are not a senior prank ya de!” said the senior who walked first. The aura he emitted was green, but that jet-brown color remained there. Then after a moment of silence he added: “We are running the command, because Dina who was given the previous command, did not do her job well, she is now also the Inceran Nindya Putri!”
“What makes clear to him? Let's kick up young songong!” said another senior.
“We are told to make it, not ngebully.. If it is not explained how he knows his mistake?” the other word.
“Udah don't make a fuss yourself. We teach this sister a lesson. Let him know what is wrong and what he will experience if he dares to macem-macem in the knight.. Still junior already dares to belaga.” said the first senior earlier, stepping right in front of me, the distance of his face is only about 10 cm from my face, our height is almost the same, because I use flat sneakers while he wears PDH shoes with high enough heels.
“You know your fault de?” said again.
My eyes are sharp looking right into his pupils. He blinked, a faint orange-colored aura billowed out, he felt fear.. ‘Hahaha, a coward apparently the leader of my inner inih’, subconsciously singled out a mocking smile that further increased his sense of emotion and issued a dark red color like a dirty tongue of fire.
“Plak!” suddenly I felt a pain in my right cheek that turned my face to the left with force as a slap effect earlier. ‘Sial, I was late to fend off just now, this sister's position is too close.’ my mind is soft, feeling the sound of “NNGGIIINNGGG..” in my ears.
I looked back at her eyes. Consider seriously whether to return his slap. ‘If only 8 people seh seems still able to I slaughter neh, but about will be removed me from this knight later? Maybe not, either? Can this enter the article of self-defense against braking? 8 senior people against 1 junior.’ again there is a debate in my mind.
The other seven seniors also increasingly closely surrounded me. Some had already taken off their muts and hit them on some parts of my body, some on my shoulders, some on my arms and felt also on my back.
“You are indeed insolent ya de!” the senior said again, no longer do I care which person they are, their aura seems too dirty for me to care about.
“Not thinking about your mistakes, instead abstain again! You think no one can teach you the same lesson huh?” the voice sounded right in front of my ears.
“Sadar self de.. you are still junior, must respect the same senior..do not seem to feel beautiful, can be as fun as playing with the hearts of senior men!”
“Tau neh young, prettier.. Dare to be as many men at once.. Ksatrian is not a playgirl place like you yes. if you want to be j*lang, not here.”.
“Ksatrian is a place of honor, not for those of you who do not know respect.”
“You think all those seniors are as soft as Dina? Cemen him, teach you a lesson just dare!” the swearing and turning coming out of the mouths of the seniors around me further littered my ears that were beginning to hear well. I clenched my hands, getting ready to take the position of the horses when I heard the sound of the baritone approaching: “Madya! What are you guys doing here?”
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...~ PRAS ~...
This afternoon the sun is not as bright as usual. When the class broke up, the feeling of wanting to do a little physical exercise erupted and I immediately replaced my PDH with casual sportswear.
Not long after, they were seen together moving toward the back of the hall. My curiosity was stirring and I unconsciously stepped foot slowly into the hallway area and followed their movements.
When finally their figures were seen, I looked at the Madya Praja Putri as they surrounded the Young Praja Putri.
Although still aga far from their position, but I can recognize now the trained girls are a Young Praja Princess, she said, beautiful girl who is one of the group participants who accompanied ka’Han when the procession was about a week ago.
“Plak!” I was suddenly stunned when I heard that loud voice.
A Madya Praja Putri who was in front of Si-Muda Praja had done a cross-section. My little heart rebelled, never allowing any bullying to happen in front of these eyes, and I quickly moved closer to them.
When my position was getting closer, I saw some of the Young Praja Putri people had removed their respective muts, they moved slowly while hitting it to some parts of the body of the Young Praja Putri. My anger is growing. ‘What the fuck is this Madya, how dare it wiggle?’ my inner.
It had sounded in my ear the words of the seniors to the juniors:
“You are indeed insolent ya de!”
“Not thinking about your mistakes, instead abstain again! You think no one can teach you the same lesson huh?”
“Sadar self de.. you are still junior, must respect the same senior..do not seem to feel beautiful, can be as fun as playing with the hearts of senior men!”
“Tau neh young, prettier.. Dare to be as many men at once.. Ksatrian is not a playgirl place like you yes. if you want to be j*lang, not here.”.
“Ksatrian is a place of honor, not for those of you who do not know respect.”
But what made my heart even more angry were the words: “You think all those seniors are as soft as Dina? Cemen him, teach you a lesson just dare!”
And this emotional sentence I can't stand to get out of my mouth: “Madya! What are you guys doing here?”
They look surprised. The Madya Praja Putri were seen looking at me with fear (maybe they also felt guilty for being caught bullying a junior), but what was strange to me was the gaze of the Young Praja Putri. He looked at me with a look of disbelief, not looking grateful to have been helped but instead more like being angry because he might just want to solve this problem himself.
“Siap kak, Good afternoon ka..we are just discussing.” doubtful answer a Madya Praja Putri broke the silence that had been created earlier, he replied while hurriedly using his muts back, he said, give ppm and this action is followed by his other friends as well.
“Siap ka, good afternoon ka.” they parroted.
“Discussed should be with slaps huh?” I asked while holding my hands against my chest, showing my authority questioning the truth of their statements.
Silence was again created and divided by the weak words of si-Madya Praja Putri: “Our wrong ka.”
“It's over there! Lest I find you doing something like this again.just a coward who dares to wiggle.” I said slowly but firmly.
“Siap ka, sorry ka, permission first ka. good afternoon to..” alternately they parroted almost the same words and walked quickly leaving me and the young Praja Putri who looked still fixated on the attention of her seniors with clenched hands.
“Do you want to beat up your seniors physically de?” tanyaku later.
He did not reply, just looking at me, showing his emotions clearly.
I just smiled and could not help but say: "There is a Javanese proverb like this: Manungsa mungduh wohing pakarti. Meaning more or less: The life of good and bad man is the result of the actions of man himself. So do not be too dizzy with the treatment and actions of others that are not in accordance with what we expect. Maybe they are just a fulfillment of the events you have to experience. Violence in our response to an event, will only trigger other bad events in the future.”
The pretty girl's face softened and we were silent for a while.
“Take a lesson and keep living.” I said break the silence, turning away to continue my afternoon run that had been delayed.
“Siap ka.. can I know brother?” the simple question from the beautiful girl had hindered my intention of continuing the afternoon run.
“You don't know me deck?” I was a little offended, not because of pride and feelings of seniority (where junior must have to know his senior but senior does not need to know junior), but because we have passed each other several times. ‘Is this girl stupid or too apathetic and does not want to know her senior at all?’ batinku.
His round eyes that showed intelligence, spinning clearly mocked my question, then he said: “Every ka, Compare capal wan ikam, where is the bungol?* Known is not just know the name and origin of registration only ka. but more to know and understand who the person is. I asked, Can I know my sister? That means I am asking permission to understand brother even more deeply.. Brother's answer should be or shouldn't be, not even the name: You don't know me deck? It was like a celebrity mentality this sister.when at a glance my introduction to my sister, the brother was different from other seniors.” chattering long and wide later, making my amused smile unbearable. (translation of Bajar proverbs: Compare sandals with you, which fool? It is an expression of regret towards someone.)
“Okeh, before I determine whether or not you know me, let me ask you a few things first. can you?” I asked again with a smile. At first glance I can see the appeal of this beautiful girl, not only physically but also his intelligence and style of detail that holds everyone (especially the opposite sex) to spend a lot of time linger with him.
When he nodded hesitantly, I asked again: “Did any good happen to me and you with me allow you to know me more deeply? Then the next question, how can we get to know each other more deeply in your perspective that is too honest wrapped in intelligence?”
“Hm, first of all, thank you sis..it was a nice thing for me to hear the praise of honesty and intelligence that I have. I must say that only intelligent people are able to recognize her.” this beautiful girl was silent for a moment, showing off her sweet smile and once again turning her beautiful eyeballs, before continuing to say: “Entah sis, it seems we have to live it first just knowing the benefits of knowing each other this. if asked how, if asked how, maybe we can be foster brothers and spend time together to ask each other questions and answer honestly from our hearts each questions about each other.” he said with doubt.
...{Author's explanation: Brother Foster is one of the programs at the school of seminary, where a group of Prajas, who come from different regional origins and backgrounds, including their levels, are united in a Foster Family, which is the, usually consists of 8 people, 2 young people Praja, 2 people Madya Praja, 2 people Nindya Praja and 2 people Wasana Praja, where their status is Brother Asuh, so it can share the joys and sorrows in lieu of actual families left in their respective places of origin. It is hoped that this program can increase the sense of care between Praja and restore a little longing for the original family of each.}
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“Okeh, you can get to know me more deeply.” I replied later while directing him to walk to the front of the hall and we also sat relaxed in the hallway.
It was getting late in the afternoon, a gentle breeze blew the reddish hair of my beautiful new foster brother. ‘May our brotherhood benefit more than its harm.. Amin..’ my mind is softened.
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