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11. Entry Organization

"Luckily Pak Wahyu came late," said Anggika, a classmate of Syahla.

"Thank you already ngabarin," Syahla sat down while adjusting her breathless breathing.

"Yes alike. Oh yes, I was afraid that Lo was bullied by the Samurai Gang, huh? You're not papa?"

Syahla shook her head while smiling. "No papa, the proof is now that you can go to college safely."

"Yes, thank you. You're in real luck. I'm afraid there are some girls who were kidnapped with the gang and haven't met until now. It's crazy that the police can't handle it anymore,"

Shahla nodded her head. The terrifying experience with the Samurai Gang was still ringing in his head.

"Where do you live now? I mean, just in case you don't see that goddamn gang again, what if you live in my house?"

"Eh, don't!" Shahla quickly shook her hand. "Now I live with my family,"

"Oh? Do you have family in Jakarta?"

"Emm. there he is," Shahla replied hesitantly. That husband, including family, right?

"Yaudah, if there's anything you can call me. Bokap acquaintance I have a cop. If Lo meets the gang again, Lo has to talk to me."

"Ready. Thanks a lot Nggi,"

Angika nodded her head while smiling. Anggika was a close friend of Syahla during his studies in Jakarta. Although the Jakarta people are indigenous and have different religions, Anggika is a great person. When he first entered college, Anggika was the one who first greeted Syahla.

Not long ago, Mr. Wahyu, the killer lecturer they were waiting for came as well. Some students then immediately went forward to the presentation of their group paper, which was followed by a discussion session.

"For next week group five yes," said Mr. Wahyu before leaving the class. "Remember, send the material a maximum of one day before the presentation."

Shahla gulped her saliva nervously. Group five is the group. Unfortunately, his research was only half way. There's only six days to finish the rest, and then, my God, Syahla forgot that the laptop was broken.

"Death to me" Syahla patted her own eel. "Can't you finish on time?"

"Why?" The people who saw his movements were astonished.

"My laptop's broken, and my material's all there. Automatically start again,"

"Yeah, how are you? Haven't you told me the same members of Lo's group yet?"

Syahla shook her head. "My group members are useless,"

Anggika patted Syahla's shoulder concerned. "Sorry very. Actually I want to help, but I also still have a task for other matkul,"

"No papa!" Syahla felt bad. "I could have designed on time."

"Gue's sure Lo can. Uh, you don't have any matkul anymore, right? Go to the cafeteria first, right? I'm laper, not yet breakfast."

"Hm...." Syahla first looked at her watch before replying. "I still have to go to Persma first. Actually, it was sent there last week, but it's not because I'm home."

(Community: Student Press)

"Oh? So you went into that organization? Wh why? Want to hear the latest gossip on campus?" goda Anggika's.

Syahla laughs. "Where is. I like it because Persma we publish a weekly magazine that has its star. Well, who knows can add skills and experience right?"

"Okay, okay, good luck. I'll pull it off, Bye!" Anggika waved her hand.

"Bye!" Shahla waved her hand back. He finished his books and rushed out.

Student Activity Unit Building or usually called SME is separate from the faculty building. Located in the back of the campus, along with the library. While walking, Syahla tried to calculate the time, whether he still had time to look for paper material today. He also recalled where the reference books were.

Arriving in front of Persma's room, Syahla knocked on the door. But no one said at all. With no answer, Shahla decided to leave until she heard the door creak in the wind.

"Well, not locked?" Syahla then intended to close the door again, but her unintentionally looking gaze into the room made her curious. In the end, Shahla entered the room without closing the door again.

"Hello? Assalamu'alaikum" said Syahla lirih. He knew there would be no answer because the room was empty, but greeting each time he entered the house was his habit.

Syahla then turned to look at two large whiteboards attached to the wall of the room. It looks like there's just been a meeting, seeing the ink marker is still clearly visible. In the room there was also a round table surrounded by several small chairs, maybe it was the meeting place.

"Yes, I know nyet. Ntar I followed that it was done, "The voice of a man made Syahla shocked, he hurriedly put the book back on the shelf.

"Yes, dog! Understand I! Understand!"

Shahla gasped at the man's scream. Even though it seemed like the person was not talking to her, Syahla still felt shocked.

Door opens. A young man came in. His stature is tall. He used torn jeans on the knee and a black t-shirt covered in a leather jacket.

When he saw someone else in the room, he looked surprised.

"Eh, sorry? Who yeah? Is the cave the wrong room? This is actually Persma, right?"

"Be— is really Kak," Syahla said stammered. Being a freshman for one semester makes him learn if calling other students he does not know is with the call 'sister'.

"Oh, the wrong cave. Btw, who are you?"

"Oh, I know my sister, I'm Syahla, a freshman at this campus. At that time it had signed up to join Persma, but could not come the time of the introductory event. I'm coming now,"

"Oh.." The student could only round his mouth to hear Shahla's explanation. "The Cave Patches never saw Lo. But, it's okay. I know, I'm Rama, semester 5."

Rama stretched out his hand, and Shahla responded by clenching her palm in front of her chest. "Yes, greetings Kak. I'm Syahla."

Rama seemed quite understanding, because after seeing the Shahla, he immediately did the same thing.

"Sorry, not muhrim?"

Shahla nodded her head. He wanted to correct the word 'muhrim' to be 'mahrom', but it didn't. Afraid of offending Rama later.

"For his jobdesk about Cave share aja, have you entered the group yet?"

Shahla nodded her head to answer the first sentence, then shook her head to answer the second.

"Yaudah here, Cave scan WhatsApp Lo,"

Syahla immediately pulled out her phone and let Rama keep her number.

P!

A message from an unknown number came in.

"That's WA Gua, aar Gua share if there are activities and others. Lo number, Gua entered the group as well."

Shahla nodded her head again. He then kept Rama's contact number.

"Okay, if you do, you can go. Other members also have their own classes. Have you eaten yet? Want to go to the cave to eat? Coincidentally the cave's again laper,"

"Oh.." Syahla did not answer yet, her phone rang. The name of Ustadz Amar displayed on the mobile phone screen made him stunned.

"Oh, girlfriend huh? Just pick up papa, maybe he wants to eat,"

"Sir, if you'll excuse me, brother." Syahla rushed out of Persma's room and picked up Ustadz Amar's phone when he was outside.

"Got long. It took you 29 seconds just to pick up my phone, Wife." Ustadz Amar protested across the phone.

Syahla breathed an annoyed sigh. "She's calling everything, Om Husband? I have another campus activity."

"I've seen your schedule and today there's only one lecture. Now you're empty, right?"

Shahla scrunched her forehead. "Kok, Om Husband can know my schedule?"

"That's not important. Now hurry out because I've been waiting for you in front of the faculty. If you don't show up, I'm forced to ask your lecturer."

"Huh?" Syahla's eyes were wide. To make matters worse, Ustadz Amar's wife ran towards his faculty building.

"Basic om-om rese!" he cursed while running.