MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#Episode 24's. Your Wish is My Command, Honey!
* Yusuf
He usually avoids this kind of event. Not to consider it unimportant, but more because he is lazy to always be a center in any community throughout the campus universe.
His association is so broad indiscriminately, making none of the students who do not know him except the new comers, of course.
No exception tonight, when accidentally present at the FKIP student makrab event because it accompanies the idol, He was suddenly the reason for the fanfare of the committee and freelance seniors who attended the event this time.
Herdin instead asked for his willingness to change his position to speaker, during a debriefing session themed on student functions. Repeatedly refusing but Fathin's requestful gaze eventually made him give up.
Holy hooch! He could not even resist the girl's wishes even with such a gesture. The amazing!
"Alhamdulillah, a rare moment, this time we have the arrival of our idol brother, our handsome permanent campus general, who is all about him, you won't know him, if you're not close to him."
He laughed softly while shaking his head to hear the intro from Arga, the MC.
"Too much!" His words still shook with his smile.
As always he is in a relaxed style, cool but still cool. Standing with his right hand holding Mic, his left hand hid in his pants pocket. Still with a sudden smile made all eyes seem drugged towards him.
First he said hello. Praising the Master of the Universe. Not spared to recite shalawat eloquently to the Prophet. Although He is not a devout Muslim but He is quite aware of such principles.
Greeting the comrades of the committee, freelance seniors who attended were also hundreds of maba who seemed enthusiastic waiting.
"First of all, I want to be honest first if this is not my passion. The expert also fit ama materinya well, our most handsome chairman is. Bang Herdin's. I don't know if he suddenly threw this on me. But, no problem, I consider this a gift that precedes the moment.. I'm mo merid."
Highlight his eyes are now really fixed on the girl manik suku_nya. The face that immediately looked down. Although it was a bit far away, he was sure that the face must be blushing. Again he smiled. Captivating.
"Yuhuuuuuuuu...........!" All cheering.
"OK!"
"Students...!" It pauses.
"The highest academic status. Young intellectuals with all their complexities. It's a pride of scaligus challenge, a scaligus opportunity threat. It's also a scalable idealism of Reality. The world is free to express itself without fear of intervention." Further.
He speaks slowly, calmly, regularly and a little soulful although still in his casual style.
This time the maba would definitely not believe if the one who was talking in front of them was the most ignorant man, chuckle of the ugly period, he said, most anarchist if there is a clap of newcomers who want to show fangs on the green campus.
"But, regardless of what and who they are, there is clearly a lot of scalable responsibility - a practical and automatic moral role - to trap them. Especially as part of this nation and country."
Suddenly all were hypnotized to hear the wide-ranging reviews He delivered. He begins by telling how
History records the young people in Indonesia as the educated people who have mobilized the struggle of the nation.
Explaining that the history of reform in 1998 is a record of the triumph of the student struggle in demanding justice in his own country. That when the people can't talk, students are the leading milestones that should inspire the voice of the community.
How should the student exercise in carrying out its functions as Agent of change (Agent of change), Iron stock (National ruler), Social control (Social controller), and, The moral force (Moral force) is also the Guardian of value (Guardian of values).
How to synergize these five functions for the sake of change and improvement in every line of national and state life.
Not a bit of boring faces from the audience heard He snide, because occasionally He slipped light jokes on the sidelines of his conversation. At the end of his sentence, in closing he cried out,
"Gue, by the way, to be honest, I also have my own words. You see, I minjem Wise word his son language, "Keep roast from the fire." not synchronous talk ama action."
"So, I said this is not just for all brothers but self-reminders for me as well. I minjem again his words bang Gery, my Senior who has been penitent, run "blur" ninggalin I, I, he said that the goodness is the fact that we are again self-tightening because the closest ear to our mouth is our own ear."
"But Benner, I'm so aware, I've been sleeping long enough" on this campus."
"Hahahahhha...!" All are no exception maba.
"Haha! But his "slept" is cool, Bang, make a lot of people "little." Excited Rasdan, chairman of HMPS (Study Program Student Association) History while chuckling.
Everyone laughed for the umpteenth time.
"Well, The last but not least, believe me the only eternal in this mortal world is Change. So, don't be a loser by letting time pass and go without incising a change in it."
"Thank you for the opportunity to snide this!"
''Push your limit. Put your hands up and shout,...''
"Student Life!" He held his fist up. Everyone was screaming enthusiastically,
"Student Life!"
He smiled in the direction of all and closed his review by greeting again. Walking towards the group of organizers who looked at him with a new spirit twinkle. Again give a fist to fight, tos-style men mainstay, fist bump. It has always been a "vocal point" in any community.
"Thanks, Bang!" Say it all almost simultaneously.
"Not right, is it?" The intention of joking while lighting a cigarette that had been wanted in his suction.
"If I'm deposed of my faculty, Lo's in charge. Tell me to be a host in somebody's country."
"Haha..! It's a free universe, Commander! Some untouchable gini ama campus rules, so I brani." Herdin was there again.
"Ok, everybody. Please in further. I can't be long, gang thugs insyaf ngundang me show "wopi." He raised his hands up, an excuse gesture.
"Wheel, Bang!" Serempak committee and senior it memahut compact. Some of them still cried out, though,
"We support you, Bang! Idealist plus religious would be a real dope."
"That's a cool show, Bang! Talking alias Talking about matters of faith. I was once invited by Bang Arsyil, who was a farm boy. It's on the liput am Kendari TV."
"Oh, yeah! if that's what I can get on TV in addition to the jotos." Everyone laughed back.
"Ok well all right, good luck!" I'm unplugging!"
"Okey, Bang! Thanks for the time!"
"Never mind!" He spoke as he walked towards the place where Fathin was about to tell him he had to go. The girl had lowered her face. Make him smile again.
"I go first well, there's a sudden affair. You're okay to go home with Mitha if I'm late to pick up ntar?" He said when he was near the girl.
The girl as usual, stuttering, stuttering, looking down shy and yeahhh all are things she likes about her.
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* Fathin
Not lost the beautiful swirling because his heart was flowery and upset by the pride of seeing Joseph as a speaker just now, He returned in the fog to set the heart beat back again as the corner of his eye caught Joseph's shadow walking towards him.
The man really had an incredible level of confidence. He never cared about anything around him. The hundreds of eyes that were staring with 1001 kinds of expressions did not make him keki.
He sighed fretfully. A little bristling when the step is getting closer. Mitha, who knew her heartbreak, suddenly elbowed her trying to tease.
"Cie. cie. cie's the flower."
"Huh, what the hell!" He nodded his best friend's shoulder. But, what?
"Mhita why seduce me well? Does he not know about my feelings with Bang Yusuf?" Her mind was a little panicked.
"I go first well, there's a sudden affair. You're okay to go home with Mitha if I'm late to pick up ntar?"
He looked at the face in disbelief. As important as this is for the man to have to use the event ask permission first before acting.
"God...! should this se_care? My God!!" There was a sense of wonder that he was feeling now.
"What way?" Actually he just wanted to say yes, but somehow the words on his sweet lips even possessive questions like that.
"Gosh, let alone this, why use this nanyain wolf?" His mind was cursing his bar-bar questions, still staring at that face with a waiting mimic.
"I mean I'm not weird, right? Not a brantem, is it?" Again, he still asks silly questions. But the face that had suddenly filled the entire space in his heart suddenly smiled.
"Are you starting to worry about me? I like you like this. My type!" The man began to shake his dreadlocks according to him.
"Just want to invite the brothers of the hijrah community to a relaxing "copy" event at caffe pirla. You don't mind, do you?" Again Joseph's question catapulted him mercilessly.
"In case of objection, is your brother ready to cancel his departure?" He pretended to ask, about to test how important his decision was to the man. But Joseph's reply really flattered her.
"Eh, uh, why even sit down, that was joking doang, Brother went ajha. Not good to refuse an invitation!" Unknowingly his hand pulled out the hand of Joseph who looked to be smiling widely.
"If you think you're like a real wife. But, I like it!" His cheeks were red. The murmur came back and tickled his veins.
He could not help but stare at that handsome face full of charm. Looking for honesty in the sharp bead sweeps it away. And what He found was a belief about the same taste as the one in his heart right now, Love.
Again his heart suddenly seemed to be dragged into a vortex of feeling that he really did not understand. He felt that the entire universe was immediately following the regime of giving love. A torrent of electrifying light appeared to burst forth from his body.
He suddenly felt like he was standing on a vast meadow. Everyone is missing. All things are pushed away. Except he and the handsome Prince who were standing before him.
Staring intensely at each other, locking for a while, each other dived into a sea of nearly drowning taste. Groping each other's hearts how much they want to be together and finally throw each other a smile.
True said pujangga,
"Love will make you forget everything. Even when the world shouts about being inappropriate, he will loudly cry out in defense, "Love has no limits or any reason to come, she is always present in the heart of anyone who wants her."
Until somehow minutes to how much, the dazzling light was gone, extinguished with the cheers of dozens of voices. Jesus, Ampuuuunnn!
Both of them were even unconscious, from now on almost all eyes were perfectly glazed towards them. Until the cheers and boisterous claps that filled the mini stadium area finally restored his awareness of the latest atmosphere.
Again some seniors who are members of SME Photography do not let the exclusive moment pass. I don't know how many times their digital cameras perpetuate the beautiful plus romantic spot.
His face blushing back immeasurably, blushing, blushing until it felt numb. Hurriedly pulling his gaze down deeply. The shame that persists. But not with that cuckoo guy. He even smiled widely and gave two thumbs up for the seniors _camera.
"Good job, guys! Ntar send me the results."
"I'm on my way, Dad? You careful. Mhit please take care of well, do not get blisters. Any gift for you!"
Although still in the face of embarrassment that made him misbehave, but with all his heart He nodded in response,
"Be careful!" Trying to neutralize her feelings then smiling sweetly which shows a tiny dimple at the corner of her lips. It's pretty!
Mitha as usual heard the word gift instantly hysterically, involuntarily She screeched, she screeched,
"Horee, yeaaayy.. ready, brother!"
But suddenly Mitha's sumringah look changed into a grimacing fashion stiff smile,
"Hehehe,,,! Sorry. sorry..no sngaja!" Mitha said towards the faces of the kepo.
He still had a timid glance at the shadow of Yusuf who walked in a cool style towards his car. That swish, that,
"Well, is this the love of God? If so, I want to feel this long."
He smiles.
***
The night is crawling towards the early hours. The atmosphere was quiet, cold and full of service. The inauguration of HIMA administrators for the new period is over. Several shortlisted candidates advanced on the mini stage for the handover of office.
Now comes the most awaited moment. Sit around the campfire for a contemplation session. A moment of frenzy while reflecting. What, who, why, for what and who they are in this place
A senior girl with a large triangular hijab covering her chest, called Ukhty Zahrah by the MC, came forward and took her place at the front. Beautiful and simple. Staring at all the faces of the maba who was so enthusiastic waiting.
The unpretentious girl begins her speech by reciting Ta'awudz and basmalah. Give a greeting full of reverence with a smile full of appreciation and graceful full of dignity.
All answered the greeting in unison with a solemn tone.
Many times He whispered to Mitha praising the beauty of the akhwat.
"It's so pretty, Mhit!"
Give praise and praise for every favor of the Creator and send greetings to the Prophet for the blessings of the light of Islam as the most beautiful gift for this ummah.
His heart trembled a little this time. Suddenly there was a kind of feeling of longing that burst out, wanting to pray, wanting to embrace a mushaf that had not been touched for days because it was sitting.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!"
"Welcome to our world, the student world. Before you step through this gate, let us give you a little knowledge of our world which has also become your world."
The new faces now looked down, drowning in the obscurity and martyrdom of every word that was thrown from the quiet and gentle voice of the senior.
"Our world is not acquainted with the terms obligatory and law-punishing. Here the determinant of something must be done or not, is each of you. There will be no more BK teachers intercepting you behind the gates if you are late. There will be no more regular talks every Monday. There will be no more uniforms that limit your desire to express and be different."
Suddenly he was so longed for the turbulent youth of youth and spirit. His face was hot. His bead gaze began to be blocked by the tears that were blotting.
"Our world is a limitless free world. There will be no more rules for sleeping at nine at night and working on PR in the room. There will be no more curfews for weekly nights. There will be no more parents who will punish you with a broom or reduce the pocket money every time you do something bad."
Fix, for in this part he can no longer stem the puddle that had wanted to spill from his eyelids. But he tried to stay focused on the strands of spirit whipping words from the beautiful senior.
"Our world is a very dynamic world, full of opportunities and threats. You are free to be whatever you want. Developing potential, both positive and negative."
"Many of SMK's students turned into ustaz and OSIS' chairman became the oldest student. Countless graduates whose careers skyrocketed, but not a few also whose steps were delayed due to misperceptions about the meaning of freedom."
This time he felt a little horror with this part.
"Our world is melenakan. At times it will force you to slightly process the word on parents to just get more pocket money for the sake of being able to poya-foya with friends or even for demo capital."
"Sometimes it will also scare you out of it. Trying to avoid reality by never returning home after graduating from college for fear of unemployment, or not want to return and serve the hometown after success with his career."
"Our world, the student world, is a world designed to test how strong your faith foundation is in subordinating your views and maintaining ********."
At this time, he really felt slapped by that stern remark. Recollecting a few hours ago where He almost forgot all the hard upbringing of Father and Mother about taking care of yourself as a woman. In the heart was filled with shame that immediately berhubi berhaduk.
He returned sobbing. Very very sorry to myself. The temptation of first love is incredible.
"Our world, the student world, is a world created to test how mature you are in sorting out and choosing between good and bad."
"Our world, the student world, the, it is the world that will be a mirror of the strength of your determination to hold the mandate of demanding knowledge from both parents who continue to rack their brains at home to pay your monthly and semester money."
"Tireless and tired old people are following prayers and hopes for your success."
"Those parents who are so optimistic, the next few years He will stand by you with pride as you gallantly and beautifully become the best graduates."
The mini stadium is now starting to fill the sobbing of all participants as well as the senior committee. The memory of how sincere parents strive for the success of their children, it always presents a blue-hued longing and sadness.
"Our world, the world of students, is a world that will be the place where you process to become “something” in the future.
In this place there will be no one else who can order and forbid you to do anything other than yourself."
"How long you have been processing, how you are processing, and what you are becoming, we leave everything to each of you. Because you are “Student” who is worthy of adult, mahamandiri, maha character, and other maha-maha from ordinary students."
"Once again, we remind you, our world is a wild world. Anything can happen in it. Then ponder for a moment everything we said before you set foot into this gate."
"Don't forget, pray to the One Who is Giving the Guide so that you don't get lost in the middle of the road. Remember the faces of the two parents who are waiting for you expectantly in your hometown. Then clench your hands, yell out loud, “Life Student!”
"Student Life!" Everyone present again shouted in unison excitedly.
"That's what we can say. Before I actually end, representing all the senior brothers who are the ospek committee and makrab event tonight, as well as all the freelance seniors who may have taken part in both events, sorry if there is a wrong caliph, or ever fad about or punish all the sisters."
"There is not the slightest bit of resentment or annoyance or anything else, other than just trying to run everything according to the ospek procedures that have been mutually agreed."
"Hopefully after this we can all establish good relations in the academic context, organization and external campus. Aamiin ya Rabbal 'Aalamiin."
"Billaahil taufik walhidayah, wassalaamu'alaikum warahmatullaahi wabaarakatuh."
All eyes look puffy. The show was taken over by the MC who invited the MPM chairman, bang Farhan to read the closing Do'a. All sank back into solemnity, meng_amini do'a being recited.
One by one, they swept their faces, saying Aamiin. As a closing, everyone greeted each other as a gesture that tonight, the senior vs. junior drama ended, the finish so blue, happy at the same time leaves a deep longing for the ospek times.
He returned sobbing. Hugging her best friend Mitha who was also sobbing the same.
***
TBC>>>