Marriage Proposal: Ben & Bima
2 - Galau
(Five)
For two days my job was just sleep. Enter the room, eat, go to the bathroom, and sleep. To me finishing a novel is my day off. My brain is not hard to think. There was only one that bothered me, some messy items were placed carelessly in the living room. Maybe this is the property of the occupant of the other room and I haven't seen this person until my second day off. I went back to my room and hugged my favorite roll. When I imagined what my novel would look like, my phone rang.
“Ya, Bag?” It turned out that Tasya called me.
“Because the age of elo has not been thirty years, it is better to join this deh. Try checking chat.” Tasya's orders enthusiastically. I immediately checked the chat from Tasya and read it. Youth Exchange Department of Communication Studies goes to Bangkok.
“What is my relationship?”
“It looks like elo should replace me internship deh.”
“Offer yourself with an internship. Very good yes..” my thoughts on the idea of Tasya. Vacation I think not by way of internship anyway.
“Hehehe, all dong find inspiration.” Tasya proposal.
Inspiration. I need all my ideas and inspiration to write.
“What are the terms difficult?” I'm finally interested.
“Ngak too. Because one of the conditions can also be alumni and you have a cumlaude GPA right? So I just changed my name to elo.”
I nodded to myself.
“What if you register me? I just send the documents.” said I who was still lazy. Even standing up to grab my laptop I was lazy.
I heard Tasya long-sawed.
“Iya deh...” pass.
“Trus why do I change elo?”
“So I love everyone else. Elo there is a plausible value, namely alumni with a cumlaude GPA. Hehehe.” Tasya chuckles. “And I have to attend my nyokap wedding.” Tasya spoke enthusiastically but was forced to.
I gawk. Mama Tasya has been married how many times in the past few years? Yes Forgive.
(Ben)
I flipped through the map piled up in front of my desk. There were two people who sat with me to check several maps containing many candidates for internship programs that I held specifically for students and alumni in the Communication department.
“Tasya not apply yes?” ask one of the final students. He's the fashionable and most fragrant man.
“Ngak be. There's family business. But yesterday he said to me, he replaced the same temen.” replied a female student with short hair and gray.
“Who?”
The female student stood up and was busy looking for something in the entire pile of maps. After getting it, he read it for a while and gave it to his friend this scented man.
“Wah, Prof would have liked.” chirped the male student after reading the contents of the map. There were some documents in it, then this male student thrust them at me to read them.
I opened the map and my eyes were fixed first on the picture, then the name.
“Prof, there is one alumni who wants to be selected, right?” ask the gray hair.
“Hmm... is this the only alumni candidate?” I finally spoke after a long time I kept quiet and just listened to them chat. Comment on all incoming candidates.
“Iya, Prof. Just one.” replied the gray hair again.
I read the entire document from the map I was holding. Understand contents.
“How many people have been selected?” my many.
“Add this.” I threw him the map he gave me.
“Good Prof.”
(Five)
At 8pm it was a little late.
I was looking at the scenery in the small courtyard. There are so many clotheslines hanging and all of them are shirts that are only black and white. It seems that my one friend is a flat person and has no uniqueness. Try it, everything on the clothesline is a shirt that is only black and white. There is not the slightest dress in a shirt or…
I heard the door being knocked down quickly. Who the hell came by banging on people's door blindly?
I finally got off the couch and opened the door.
Tasya appeared in front of my face with a happy feeling.
“Biiimmmm, elo receive!!” He gripped both my shoulders tightly.
“What's welcome?”
“Internship dooong.”
Tasya slid in. He was used to coming to this house. Even stay frequently. He looked around the house that was still a mess. Remaining displacement.
“Oh good deh. So when do I leave?”
“Two days more.” replied Tasya.
“Loh? I think next week.” surprised me.
“That next week it's learning Thai and if the internship is two days away.”
I slammed my body on the couch. Two weeks is my magic time. What exactly am I doing interning at a television station? I have worked according to my passion.
“There is provided dorm there.” Tasya.
“Means I can not calm dong to write that the dormitory contains many people..” my complaint.
“What do you want to stay outside dorm?”
I snatched my phone. Open something.
“Maybe I will find a cheap apartment share for two weeks?”
“Better so.” Tasya nodded in agreement.
“Who the hell is doing this?”
“Oh that, there is a Prof from Thailand who became a lecturer at our campus. It's been two years. I got her class twice. This semester also exists. And he was he said Director at a TV company in Thailand.”
I didn't think anything of it when Tasya explained it to me. If this prof comes in two years, it means I didn't get his class. I graduated S1 about 6 years ago. I didn't even ask why Prof from Thailand and a Director at a Thai TV company would teach at my college.
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