THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTERS I

‘Suti..wake up, it's noon fast. Are you not praying at dawn? Come wake up soon!’

I flinched and sat in a daze, looking left right in the darkness of the room

culminate. Before finally my net angle captures the movement of others within

a striated blanket over my bed.

‘Ouch! Fuck’ I swore in the heart.

It turned out that it was still too late to carry out my morning routine.

I saw a great flood with dirty water rolling around

around me and accidentally netraku staring so much

the fish drowned in it. And I was the one who was on the edge

tofu-know was dragged along, arising drowned in the heavy currents of the dirty and choppy river that big.

‘How can it?’ inner wondering.

When I couldn't breathe properly in that hole, there were two

a large black fish infiltrates from under the surface of the water and thrusts its fins

to hold and guide me safely to the outskirts.

I accidentally saw the fish

dragged by the current, jumping to save himself out of the water. There are

many people have died in the torrent of water.

‘Hei!’ i screamed. When my consciousness

achieving perfect. Doesn't their eye light resemble someone's. Yeah.someone.

who stole my heart and my feelings these few days.

And ‘heeemfh’ didn't wake me up

from the endless dream was mas Mukharom, my first classmate. ‘How can it?’

My screams in my heart. ‘It's very-very unlikely?’

On campus.

‘August, Suti!’ the greeting from Paddy sonorous sounded.

‘Pagi’ Answer

‘How, there is already a title that you will submit to Pak Fadli?’

I was just confused by that question. Same situation as last week.

‘What the hell situation?’ how can I answer it

and I don't have any pictures in my little brain.

Completely dead-end. I saw next to Paddy there was Esther's sister who was ready with

proposal files and ready to submit. How sad this feeling is.

I rush to those who wait their turn

with a big breath, just a release of anger over my inability

in determining even a simple title.

‘Ouh cruel world’, my inner voice again.

Many times I shook my head as if expelling the tired and tired

I've been feeling it for days since I had a strange dream yesterday.

Today is the same as the passing of the storyline

which did not end, I went through various kinds of different trips, but I

still standing here on the side of my helplessness over such difficulties as

yesterday's days. When I heard the curse of Esther's sister as if

understand my confusion.

‘Although confused, I still submitted the title

this research. And I strive to realize it in a thesis’.

I flinched, before finally answering, ’punya

title recommendation for me, no?’ my question is full of enthusiasm.

‘There, but get out your idea first, you want to research what?’

‘Eehhmmmm, what ya’, a glimpse of my mind drifting

to the various problems that I have faced while teaching in

classs.

And ‘bingo!’ the idea just flashed through my brain.

‘How about The Difference achievement between the student with the English background and those who don’t have any background?’ my answer.

‘Oke, seems good. But not only

propose one, worry about it being rejected. Try creating another title as well’.

‘Hadeeww, I complained. ‘I give up brother, where

maybe my minimalist brain has another alternative title. How about

sister Ester made it?’

‘That's you, Suti…..Sutis. Still from dulue’,

my head was slow.

I was just a whiny. In spite of

with a heavy heart Esther kept me two good titles while explaining them

length width. I just have a beard as if to understand when not the same

once. Because ever since that dream my head has always felt heavy as if it were thousands

burlap sacks nestled on it. I'm so sick of this taste.