My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 31. Orientation Time

The atmosphere of the main gate of the Bumi Pertiwi campus looks crowded by new students in white ash uniforms. Although they still wear high school uniforms, they have been accepted and become new students at the city's flagship state campus. They are neatly lined up according to their faculty.

Zaara was seen standing in the row of new students at the Faculty of Cultural Sciences. Although she is from the IPA department, in her university entrance exam test, the girl was forced to cross the social department to enter the Indonesian Literature department. Luckily, he was accepted into the flagship campus.

A senior brother instructed them to take them inside the main stadium grounds, gathering with other students from various faculties. Each student had brought the item they had been instructed to bring with them, one kilogram of rice and one fruit tree seed, the plan is to be planted in vacant land belonging to their respective faculties. For rice, the goods will be donated to those in need, with the hope that UBP students can increase their sense of solidarity with others before they study at this campus.

Zaara gave a plastic bag of 1 kg of rice she carried to one of the female seniors who approached her. At the stadium, the students listened to all the remarks brought by the rector and his staff. The reception of special new students from the rectorate was completed this afternoon, and will be continued to their respective faculties. Despite the burning heat, the new students still look excited while carrying the tree seedlings he holds.

Students of the Faculty of Cultural Sciences have gathered in a spacious lawn, located at the back of the lecture hall. The page could penetrate into the Faculty of Social and Political Sciences located next to it. There are only a few trees growing there. Many holes have been dug by gardeners. There are about 200 new students from various majors at FIB. They were all neatly lined up listening to the instructions from their seniors. Their eyes frowned as the daylight sunlight shone down on their faces, making sweat sweat pour out from the forehead.

“This morning you have to collect all the tree seedlings you bring,” said one of the male senior students wearing campus alma mater suits.

“You know what the destination is?” ask again.

“To be planted, Brother!” answer some people.

The senior students laughed, “yaiyah it is to be planted. The tree must be planted by yourself. You are also the one who will take care of him during the lecture here, in the hope that your fruitful tree will be useful and the results will be donated to the surrounding residents as a form of social service.”

“This is not the Faculty of Cultural Sciences, how busy care for trees?” asked the other senior students, as if he was guessing the question that came to mind of these new students.

“The tree is a part of the living being and creation of God. Here you will train the soul to care for the trees you plant. If you take full care of yourself, that's a reflection of yourself. Although later there will also be from the faculty who will always help and monitor your trees.”

The students nodded, understanding what the senior student explained. Although they were also unsure as to whether or not they could take good care of him.

“This program has just launched this year, so today there will be a botanist who will help us,” explained the senior again.

Zaara listened to the explanation from her senior students well. He hoped that the tree he brought today would be able to take good care of him. Senior students talk to each other up front, perhaps coordinating for the next event.

“Alright, before we plant a tree. We would like one of the new student representatives here to explain what tree you brought and why you brought that tree!”

The new students began to tense up, because they did not think about it when choosing the seeds of the tree. So they feel nervous if they have to be pointed forward.

“Before we point out, are any of you willing to come forward to explain? Just introduce yourself in front of your friends.” Several senior students circled around the ranks of the students who still looked tense.

Suddenly a hand was raised from the row of freshmen at the back. The senior appointed the new student to stand in front of him. The freshmen were whispering as the student brought the tree seedlings forward. Zaara was still busy watching her tree while thinking about the reason for choosing this tree to plant.

The senior embraces the shoulder of the new student who looks confident holding his tree seedlings.

“Please introduce yourself first!” said the senior who turned out to be the chairman of BEM FIB.

The new student cleared his throat for a while, then took a breath, a little nervous as he seemed.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” he said at the beginning.

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” reply all.

He cleared his throat again. Zaara looked forward, towards the new student.

DEG.

Suddenly his heart jumped, when he saw the face of a new student who turned out to be familiar. His eyes enlarged to confirm his vision was it really the man who was in front?

“My name is Arsene Rezka, majoring in English Literature, originally from SMAN 50 Bandung. Today I brought a longan tree to plant.”

Zaara's mouth was open looking at Arsene who was in front. He did not expect at all that Arsene will study at the university, even the same faculty with him despite different majors. Though he thought, Arsene would go abroad, because his countryman once told him. Why did he suddenly go to college here? ask Zaara in your heart.

“Why do you bring a tree?” ask the senior.

“Shell trees are easy to grow and develop. But if you want to bear fruit and good, then the treatment must be considered. Many benefits are obtained if this fruit grows, longan contains vitamin C is quite high, there are also antioxidant compounds that can ward off free radicals, such as, in addition, there are so many nutrients that can be obtained if we consume this refreshing fruit,” he explained.

“Can you take care of him?” ask the senior again.

“I will try to take care of him and make him fruitful. Although it may take patience and patience, I will try it,” he said confidently while smiling at someone who looked at him from the second row from the front.

Zaara bowed blushingly, feeling Arsene smile at her. It was wrong behavior made. All the students applauded Arsene. The senior student invited him to sit back in his place.

After that, new students are welcome to choose the holes that have been dug. There they can plant the trees they bring. While the gardeners will again close the hole if the tree seeds are planted there.

Zaara walked with the students who had just met her, they chose the holes that were close to the building, because to make it easier for them to take care of her without having to go far from the lecture building. Some seniors are watching them.

Zaara turned to the source of the voice. The man smiled at her, then went away from there towards the ground close to the tall trees. Zaara looked at her new friends.

“Yuk follow him, passable, who knows can be acquaintances,” said a pigtail student named Terry.

“Kasian also if the tree does not grow. Let's plant it there!” said a hijab student named Hana.

Zaara smiled, then followed her two new friends who followed Arsene's steps.

Arsene seemed to be planting his tree seedlings next to the big tree that was sheltering him. Although the holes were quite far from the lecture hall, he hoped that the soil in which he planted the tree had good nutrition, so that the tree would grow. The man even covered the hole of his plant with his own hands, making the brown and black-looking ground stick to his fingers.

The three female students behind him noticed it first, then inserted their trees into the hole they had chosen. Zaara was still standing in place, watching the unfinished Arsene cover the hole with the ground.

“Why did you study here? I thought you were going to Sydney!” zaara looked at Arsene's back.

The young man looked over, smiling slightly. He stood up and clapped his hands full of earth.

“There are dreams left here. So I want to pursue first before going to Sydney,” he said casually.

“Oh yes?”

“Yes, hopefully aja cepet dapetnya.”

“What is it, if I may know?”

“Later also know yourself!” replied the man still with his distinctive smile.

Zaara turned her gaze in the other direction, while paying attention to the holes around her.

“You want me to help?” haggard Arsene.

Zaara turned her face towards the man again, then gave a small smile.

“Thank you, I tried it myself first!” he said he then left in front of Arsene, choosing a hole in the left side of the tree that houses him. Carefully, Zaara planted her mango tree. His heart prayed that this tree would grow well and bear fruit in its time. He did what Arsene did, removing the soil himself to cover the hole, without worrying about his hands being filled with dirt. Arsene.

Zaara clapped her hands. Looking at Arsene who was still standing behind him, made him wonder.

“Why choose a lecture on FIB?” tanyanya.

“Because there is you,” the answer is relaxed.

Zaara shook her head as she smiled at herself, again this man teased her. It seemed that it was better not to ask questions than to have his heart turn red from enduring the rigidity there. Zaara stepped out her legs and left the man who seemed to be holding back her laughter.

“Be careful many holes!” exciting Arsene.

Zaara continued to step away, followed by her two new friends later.

“You know that guy, Zaara?” ask Terry.

“Iya,” Zaara replied briefly.

“Wuih, know where?” ask Terry again.

“We are one school and one class!” answer Zaara again.

“Wah, know dong!” exclaim Terry.

Zaara just smiled in response to her friend.

“Lain times yes, let's go home!” take friendly.

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