Two Eyes One Glasses
1. Dreams of an Ambivert

The simple thought that came to my mind about Jakarta was "freedom". I really want to be free. Free to choose and decide what I want, to do everything I want, to carve out a story that I will tell later.

Me and Jakarta are only 151 km away, I was born in Bandung by my mother, my father named me Bara sky. I don't know what my father meant to give me that name, but that's the identity I'll carry with me wherever I go, as long as I'm still breathing, setting foot on the earth and under the sky that I hope is always bright, as long as I'm still breathing, although sometimes I also need rain, because he said the rainbow will always come after the rain goes, I like the rain but hate the dark.

On a dark and almost early morning, I said goodbye to my parents, to leave the city that raised me and continue my education as a student at one of the capital's universities, my decision was about a lot by the extended family of my mother,

"What makes studying in Jakarta only lectures at private universities, good public campuses are also many here,” said my brother from my mother.

I thought it was just a sign, but indeed Bandung can be called the city of education, because many students who stopped to my city to achieve their dreams, but I also have a dream, because I also have a dream, it is hard to leave the city that I love with many beautiful memories, further leaving my Mother and Father, and my sisters, I must miss them, but the distance between Bandung and Jakarta is not so far away, I can go home every week if I miss my mom or my dad and my sisters.

I'm not smart and not stupid, but I belong to IPA children during High School, I don't like being an IPA child but can not choose IPS, because I'm sure there are many who come, because I'm sure, if I get into IPS, more so I don't like memorizing.

It feels heavy for my shoulders to spend Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

Yes, those are the names of the days that weigh on my shoulders, all I have learned is the exact sciences while in life there is no certainty, everything feels gray like the school uniform I once wore.

Princess mahesa's sister is the name I always remember until today. She was my high school boyfriend, she wasn't very pretty but she was smart, smart to please my heart, she was also good at seducing me. He said softly always cools, I believe he was born to be with me. But reality is often not as beautiful as hope."Breaking up" before the national exam was bad luck.

After the school breakup I never communicated with her again, she went to her destination city to reach her dreams, I did too.

Time went on and I arrived in my destination city, "Jakarta.” He said the city was loud but I saw it was peaceful because when the sun came it was still shy to show itself. The air is not cool, but it is enough to breathe as a sign that I am still alive and still a son of my mother and father.

As the hours passed, the traffic grew more and more and more voices came out that I hated the most.

"Tiiiittt.toooooott.tiiittt.tiiittt".tiiittt"

(vehicle horn sound)

I never liked hearing it. I had not taken a shower but I entered my campus where there were only janitors and gents who wore black-black uniforms while lined up, left, right, left, right, right, left, right, right, right, right, right, left, left. I don't know what that means? only those who understand, I listen to it while I wear earphones and I play songs from Mr. Big.

Not felt that many have begun to come, it turns out they are traders, traders, yes not the city. I order black coffee without sugar while I light up tobacco which he says can cause cancer "dry bags,” I think so, but still bought and smoked, he said, it may also be a necessity for some others.

Heavy smokers are better at smoking than eating. The wrong thought in my opinion, because smoking is better when you eat and while drinking coffee, so it feels more fragrant and taste.

I spent trunked without a word, because there was nothing I knew, wanted to say hello afraid of being thoughtful cool, let alone to say noisy people.

Go to the administration to give me files I haven't completed and attached,

“Next week has entered the orientation period yes Mas,” said one of the administrative officers I came to

“Good" I replied.

After that I took a walk to look for boarding houses, but I chose the one right in front of the campus.

The rooms are many but the price is not the same,

the javanese, they were husband and wife and they were talking Javanese, they thought I didn't understand what they were talking about because I was from Bandung. But I secretly fantasized, and translated their language.

“Oalah Masnya understand Javanese as well?" said the mother who guards the boarding house,

"I know Javanese but not fluent when speaking Javanese" I replied.

Then I chose the room on the first floor because I was lazy to go up the stairs let alone up the stepfather and the stepmother, because I had not thought of a household. All I ever played was a ladder snake, a ladder snake, it has not yet reached the neighboring snakes. Moreover, the collection of snakes that are very venomous.

Today is Monday at five exactly two hours in front of the door of hell is open, I mean the campus gate is guarded by brothers wrapped in alma mater, arguably (bang yor and mpok yor), I mean, first of all do not let there be a second one, because today, starting the period of orientation of the maba, until I forget his name.

“Mopd or what yes?” ask yourself, though,

But it doesn't matter because I won't fall in love with her. Before I was divided into groups, there were six people including me. They are Sita, Pubai, Siti, Stanley, and Boni.

You could say they were my first friends in college. Damn I was intentionally late.

I was also called by a short-haired beauty, I do not know her name because I have not had time to acquaintance. He's a senior, but I think we're the same age.

“Why is it late?” ask a senior to call me,

“Banjir ka” I replied spontaneously,

“Banjir where?” prodigal,

“Flood on your bed" I replied with a plain face.

Maybe he wants to laugh and also angry but he keeps the image as Mpok yor.

I was told to go around the field with friends who were also late. After sweating I was told to look for my group, I immediately joined them, then we were taken into the classrooms to be given materials and also taught respect to bang yor and mpok yor.

Take the opportunity to ask questions, though,

“You what is his name?” ask the girl who punished me this morning,

Then I was told to sing my balloon song there are five with the suffix e.

“If you can, I'll tell you my name gw” replied the senior,

I felt challenged, thankfully I managed to sing it. Then I take the promise.

“So what's your name kak?” my tofu, my,

“Name gw Disa” replied while shy and face flushed,

“Salam knows" I replied,

“Iya greetings junior manis” replied Kak Disa the beautiful senior.

Instantly my curiosity disappeared, I have not continued and have not been invited to approach him because at this time I am just amazed yet to come to the feeling of falling in love. All orientation time activities for me feel boring, although there is an impression but not deep. Three days passed with almost the same activity but not too similar.

Lecture starts after, Thursday at eight and thirty minutes is the first hour for the first course. But I saw a lot of Bang yor and Mpok yor. “Don't-don't they get the class wrong" I thought.

But in fact they repeat and supposedly said the lecturer who teaches killer.

"As in the horror movie dong?” muttered.

After the hour was right on the time of the lecture and the lecturer began to introduce himself, I noticed he was not a killer.

"Geeky so what's killer?” thought, me,

But this is only the first meeting so I cannot conclude.

After several meetings it turns out he is a lecturer who is disciplined, deserves a lot of lazy people who he did not pass. So the news that he is a killer is just a myth, and the incitement of bang yor and mpok yor so that the junior also agrees, and becomes a tradition that goes down and on, in other generations, in other generations, unfortunately I am not stupid to easily believe and get carried away.

I only knew six people in my class, they were my group mates during the freshman orientation period, I was sitting next to Sita, because she was beautiful. Pubai and Siti were beautiful but had not looked at it. because it had not been fragrant at that time. Among others, I often chat and eat with Boni and Siti.

Spending time in the campus together, divide the task of the group.even though that often do the task only Siti, Siti is smart and beautiful but not groomed. I'm aware but I think he's quite my friend.

In a classroom I met Niken, she is of Balinese descent but born and raised in Surabaya, she is beautiful but medok and it turns out she is a hostess with me, we also began to get along and exchange BBM pins until often spend time together, especially her son BM (many want), almost every day my phone full of messages from him, he said, most often at night he called me just to be accompanied by eating instant noodles half-maked eggs and dried cornets.

“Bar lo again what?” ask Niken in a BBM chat,

“Again wait you take a meal, lo laper will be sure" I answer so let him happy in BBM chat, BBM,

“Ih you know what I thought" said Niken in a BBM chat,

“Gw actually sad if lo jam segini chat I just make code ngajak eat hehe" I replied in a BBM chat, I,

“Sad why the hell lo? what the hell is that? when invited to eat a sad beautiful girl, others on ngantri ngajakin I eat together, but I never want to,” answered Niken in a BBM chat,

“Crazy you are so confident Ken, who said you are beautiful who?” I answered in a BBM chat,

“lo evil really same gw, want to show chat-chatnya?” answer Niken in a BBM chat,

“Hehehe baper really lo ken, yes lo beautiful, kind, loving, not arrogant and others" I reply so message Niken in BBM chat, I'm happy,

“Tuh so rombal right lo, so want nemenin I eat what not?” answer Niken in a BBM chat,

“Iya dear come, I wait below ya, right lo room above” I answer friendly message Niken in BBM chat, I,

“Crocodiles like this, call love to all girls, yaudah wait I'm down” Niken answer in BBM chat, yaudah,

“Iya I'm waiting, gausah dandan ya no one saw too" I replied in a BBM chat, BBM,

Ten minutes later Niken came down and we left.

Warmindo is our destination, this stall mushroomed in Jakarta in addition to warteg and nasi padang, almost every night Niken always invite instant noodles at the same stall even though during the day we also hang out there, like there is no bosen or strong mystic, only thoughts that spread.

Niken always told me about guys when I was also a guy, standby again, "ready to take care".

But what others are talking about continues. Either he is insensitive or I have no feelings. Warmindo is open twenty-four hours guarding the Sundanese, almost an area with me. So if you don't have money to pay, he said, but I've never, after the two-minute walk until Niken immediately ordered his favorite food and drinks, so did I.

“Bar according to you he is handsome?” said Niken while showing a photo of a guy on his phone,

“Wah crazy is very handsome, like an artist but who is not famous hehehe" I answer it so, I say,

“Emang wrong if it is the same lo Bar, surely ngaco mulu answer” said Niken while putting up an upset face,

“Whatever your mouth is sometimes sweet sometimes bitter” Niken replied while turning his face to the left.

After waiting fifteen minutes, our order was delivered and we both focused on the food and drink we ordered, Niken was eating it for a long time like the king's daughter, sometimes I like to wait for him to eat.

Eating instant noodles can be twenty minutes by myself, but I can spend in a few minutes, I finished eating first, then light my cigarette while waiting for Niken to eat, I finished eating, I'm pretty sure my cigarettes ran out first on Niken's food appeal.

Niken is not suitable if it becomes a TNI, must be subject to continued law.

After a while Niken finished eating I took her home,

“Ken home yuk!” I said,

“Yeah the new bar is also what time, do you want to do the hell go home?” answer Niken,

“Gw kangen same roll gw Ken” I replied while staring at Niken,

“Najong really lo Bar, just a moment again! I'm still on the road, I just barely eat" replied Niken seduce,

“Yaudah in five minutes yes, I'm also sleepy this is Ken" said I,

“Ih *****" said Niken,

“Hah? Did Ken tell you? I ate eggs" I said,

“Ih bolot, tar lo bego really new feel!” said Niken.

A few moments later we went home to the boarding house and to each room because they had not been muhrim and afraid in grebek - grebek.

I went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and took a sleeping position after not forgetting to pray. Suddenly the air was getting colder and it was morning, I immediately took a shower, and was ready to receive rants from the lecturers, but before that I first got to Niken's room, and then I got to Niken's room, because I know he's not awake yet.

Tok.tok.tok (door sound), tok,

“Keeen, Keeeen, Niken..” I said in front of his bedroom door, Keeeen,

“As for the noisy bar, do not know what if I sleep!” niken answered in his room,

“Lecture times Ken, you want to skip?” I said,

“Emang what time is it? The feeling of I just slept a little!” niken said in his room,

“Open your eyes first, keep looking at the clock!” my word,

“Sial why not wake up from earlier the Bar, late this mah” said Niken while opening the door of his room, which was,

“Emang gw mr lo!” I answered while entering his room,

“Don't want to know Bar, anyway lo waitin gw!” niken said pleading,

“Iya I must wait, but you make me first coffee ya!” answer me,

“Later on campus I boughtin ya Bar” replied,

“Well if you buy on campus mah gw also can Ken, usually also you who I buy" I said, I said,

“Yaudah I took a shower first yes, anyway lo waitin" he said as he entered the bathroom,

“Ken gw join dong!” I said with a smile, though,

“Enak aja, good at loss at gw! You think I fuck deh” said Niken ketus.

“Morning has already passed lo Ken, yes sorry I was just a fad but who knows to be invited in" I said.

While waiting for our puffer first, although there is not enough water coffee to be understood, thirty minutes passed and did not finish bathing, in fact we were already late in the first hour, in fact we were already late, but we still enter, because we are diligent children, are diligent late and also good at swiping.

I looked for the empty bench was the front, you've focused on learning first. Who knows if I got an A. While my eyes focused on finding where Sita is. I like it but I don't want to say, maybe it's not the time or it's just a mediocre taste.

Class is almost finished,

“Bar” Said Siti calling me,

“Apaan?” answer me,

“Completed class gw to the place lo yes, want to collapse I am still sleepy" said Siti, said,

“Boleh, later you bring the key Iw aja, I was on campus first yes" I replied,

“Yes not so happy with his time on campus!” answer Siti,

“Yaudah but tar buy coffee first yes, invite boni also yes!” I said,

“Iya I've invited, not invited also he's definitely ngikut, hehe” replied Siti with a smile,

“Yaudah tar direct way if you have already reached” I replied.

It's not nice to be the one who hesitates to refuse a request, every friend or person I know asks for something I must obey while I can. Though I also have priorities, and actually I also can not nyenengin everyone, has become a fake to make others feel happy.

I feel tired of being two people. being two personalities in the same body. I'm actually more comfortable myself (Introvert) under certain conditions, but I can also be very talkative when meeting with friends that I consider comfortable, even though I just met.

I feel like a Social Butterfly (Extrovert), who can say anything to anyone, without thinking anything. I love to read and also like to learn new things, I read some Psychology books until I found a book that talks about (Ambivert). I am one of them, like amphibians that can live on land and also in water. It became very strange, but that's where I know who I am and how my mental condition (Self Awareness).

I was used to thinking something definite and exact science then I had to drift through the philosophy that his narratives could be considered true, depending on whose perception and how he looked at it, all statements may be true depending on the point of view.

Communication is a practice that I used to have a hard time doing, then I was in it, became part of its development, studied its disciplines, and hopefully became an expert in the end, it doesn't feel like seven weeks I've been in college, I've wanted to.

One morning boni came in his signature style. Mountain jacket cutbrai pants and converse shoes,

“Bar here!” boni called me, said,

“Males ah nyamperin Jamet (Metal Java)" I replied,

“Sialan lo, if you say the origin of the sound aja” said Boni,

“Apasi? tar I got there” I replied as I approached,

“Yok mountain ride ***!” said Boni,

“Well mountain who wants you to go up? Does anyone want to? Hahahaha” I replied with a laugh,

“Seriously I'm ***, you know how to mute his thoughts" replied Boni,

“Lah seriously not his band name huh?” answer me,

“It's hard to talk to rich people lo!” reply Boni, “iya beb where?” answer me,

“But shit! To Rinjani with my office management" replied Boni,

“Wah you eat how can be rich like Bon?” my tofu, my,

“Gw no shame, I'm serious about this!” answer Boni,

“Mau uts there-there aja lo”, I replied,

“Easy will come later" replied Boni,

“Mouth lo crispy, ngegampangin!” answer me,

“Lo follow what? That's it" said Boni,

“Pastinya I'm coming with a guy lost hahahaha” I answer while laughing, I said,

“That's dong! So I have a friend, suppose I repeat the hahaha course" Boni replied with a laugh,

“Yaudah you set aja as fast as lo!” I said,

“Siap dah, later I pesenin tickets all” replied Boni,

“Ya tickets gw lo pesenin tar data gw, gw kasih lo" I replied,

“OK bro!” said Boni,

“Iya, I went back first, there is a need to be about gw Bon" I said as I walked immediately.

After talking to Boni, I went home to the boarding house, it was time for me to spend time alone, yes this is me, often at home alone just reading books or learning new things, so I can do it, sometimes I feel weird myself, but I know when my time is in the crowd or in solitude.