Marriage Proposal: Ben & Bima
3 - Bangkok's. Catastrophe 1
(Five)
I gathered at Suvarnabhumi International Airport after my arrival from Jakarta. There was one committee from the TV station who directed us to use the card that had been bought by the committee. He said communication is important. After what the hell is the Professor to provide an internship program and finance the entire accommodation of participants?
“Elo has arrived?” Tasya made a video call.
“Ya dongg...” I played my phone and showed the current situation. We were on a mini bus.
“Where are you going?”
“Hmmm.. to dorm.”
“Flat lo how? Want to be canceled?” tawar Tasya's.
“Gue has notified the committee in Jakarta, if I rent a flat around the TV station.”
“Continue the response?”
“They will continue to the committee in Bangkok.”
“Then..?”
“Gue see first dormnya kayak apa.”
Tasya looks to nod. Signs agree.
After arriving at the dorm, I was with other candidates looking busy looking at the dorm that had been provided. It doesn't seem conducive to finding inspiration. Finally I got permission with the committee, a beautiful, tan-skinned woman named Fern. Saying that I might be living in a flat I've rented near a TV station. Fern didn't like my idea very much at first. Because at the time of an internship like this, the compactness that must be maintained. Not to separate.
In fact, over the years I have separated myself from people for the sake of my work. I finally gave up. Instead of being disqualified and told to go home without dependents. I slept with a not-so-friendly final-level student. But over time, he invited me to talk about various things.
“So it works huh, Mbak?” tanyakanya. Name's Claudia. Her hair is longer and shinier than my long hair.
“Iya. What semester are you in?”
“Semester end, again compose thesis.”
It's really okay for me to stay in dorm. Claudia wasn't too noisy. The unexpected thing, even though his face was jutek turned out he was friendly with me quickly.
(Ben)
“All candidates are already in dorm?” I asked Levi, my assistant.
“Clear, Ben. There is one candidate who does not want to stay at dorm.” told him.
I frowned.
“Who?”
Levi reached into his pocket and opened his phone.
“Name..hmmm..Chandani Bimala Lalitha.” he said spelling.
I just nodded while rolling my clothes.
“Why does he want to rent a flat? Though we've paid for the accommodation all.”
“Maybe this child can we exclude?” my proposal.
“Dikasih lessons?” Levi smiled cunningly. “You want me to do that?”
“Please.”
Tonight I am getting ready to welcome all the selected candidates to the dinner. Levi had already prepared dinner at a restaurant not far from the dorm. When I got to the restaurant, I counted all the candidates and there were two people who were not present.
“It looks like there are two candidates to go using the MRT, Ben.” he replied. “And a little late.”
It was not long before two women entered the restaurant and sat together. I don't know exactly his name. But one of the women I remember her face sat down with the other candidates and began to devour her dinner.
“Hi, Prof. Thank you so much for appreciating my CV that I can join this program. I’m Bima.”
The woman I remember looks familiar. I met him for the first time at the MRT station in Jakarta and then I saw him in the campus park on the same day. He stretched out his hand to shake hands. But I didn't return his hand.
“Did you called me Prof? Did I know you?” my reply. This woman is silent. His hand was out of my sight. All the candidates fell silent and looked at us. Silent. “Call me Ben. You want to move to live in your own flat?” chirping.
All candidates are blocked. There is a dislike of this woman.
“I'll see tomorrow how much you can write.”
Then I stood up.
“Thank you for this fun dinner. See you tomorrow morning at the office.”
I smiled slightly and left the woman still riveted. Piqued.
(Five)
“Mbak Bima, what are you doing Prof?” sapa Ari is one of the fat candidates.
“Iya Ma'am. He's Prof killer. Old lecturers just lost their killer from him.” added Claudia.
“Ganteng is handsome. But that's very.” chirped Nara, a beautiful student who seems like a student who has the highest GPA when viewed from his face. He seemed to be chewing something.
“That's a lot of fans when on campus. Not from our faculty. Other prodi-prodi are also very demen if the Prof wanderan in the hallway.” said Ari.
“One of his weaknesses, he never appreciates our work and remembers our names.” said Claudia reminded.
“Means he'll forget my name?” my many.
“Pastinya.” replied Nara mantab. “He will not know the names of our dining table here. All candidates will be selected as assistant lecturers with the approval of Prof.”
“Why does he speak Indonesian?” ask again. Curious. Tasya didn't even tell me about this.
“Oh that, he was long in Indo and his parents also reportedly in Indo.”
I was still standing in the same place, digesting the information I just got. Suddenly I clenched my hand and screamed in my heart, damn it! So arrogant! Fortunately, I was not taught with him. What kind of lecturer is he. Even returning the hands of people would not.
I went back to my seat and finished the rest of my meal. Since the restaurant was about to close, I rushed to the toilet. Maybe the toilet is full and I have to go into the toilet with the lights off, with the light from the phone I put my phone on top of the WC flush. The bad news is that when I finished my pee, I opened the bathroom door and damn! Cannot be opened.
“Hellooo... help!! Is anyone here?!!” I screamed with all my might. Hit the toilet door. I have even shouted many times. I looked around even my eyes could only see the dim light from my phone that was dead. I'm choked. Then banged on the door many times and shouted.
Panic attacks happened to me. I can't even see the light. My breath suddenly tightened. I had no idea that it was my first night in Bangkok because I ventured to a dark place.
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