ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter X: The Grey Group

Monday morning is a rush hour for some people. Everyone dissolves in their own busyness. So did I. Some of my friends always say I hate Monday.

Maybe this has a point too.

One reason is that on Mondays, the lecture schedule is full from morning to evening. To breathe, I had to take time. I really hope that this Monday the lecturer is not present so I can sit back in the cafeteria while enjoying green bean ice for bells.

Alhamdulillah!

Hope granted. Today Ibu Pratiwi, English lecturers can not attend to give lectures because there are assignments to Jakarta. But that doesn't mean we're just free. There's a task to be completed. At a time like this, the class split into two. There are groups of pious and smart-associated children who think that they should do the task of the day also in the classroom and collected. I call them rightists, or whites in the martial world .

Gawk.

I realize they don't think that wrong. Because so far, the lecture system in this country is still paid using money that is not small. Not using leaves that can be picked at any time. At least in my majors whose classes are middle to lower. Maybe they think, if college is not serious, will disappoint parents. Makes sense for that reason.

My major is different from the Architectural Engineering major, which earned the nickname of the artist's campus. Most of the students use cars. The girls look clear and well-groomed. When he saw them, Jack Dawson was amazed to see Rose deWitt Bukater from the third grade. I think that's the most epic scene in the movie Titanic.

While the left is the group who argue that the task can be postponed, and can be done sometime. It doesn't have to be today. Usually, this left will hang out in the cafeteria while discussing trivial things typical of men. About hobbies, about college activities or about popular girls among them. Fried beans, black coffee and cigarettes are mandatory food for the left or black groups.

Me?

I could be said to be a gray. Not going to the right or to the left.Not white or black. There are a small number who follow this gray group. They usually prefer to be alone. Whether it's going to the library, a walk around the campus is unclear, or even going back to the boarding house. The important thing is that the task is completed. I myself choose to eat ice beans worth my favorite scab in the cafeteria. By ourselves.

Wh why?

To me, it's beautiful. By being alone, I feel more independent to decide for myself whatever I like. I love making love with solitude. Spend time with my own fun. No matter the world around me.

“Self?” greet Darwis suddenly.

Oh, I just realized that Dervish is also a gray group.

“Yes, as always,” I replied while scooping the ijoku nuts.

“You are coming?”

“Where?”

“Ke Language Center. He said there opening a new registration for a free English club. I want to deepen my English. Yesterday I tried the TOEFL test, it was a really bad score. Only 300. Follow yuk!”

I laugh.

“I'm kind of good. Got 450s,” I said.

“Iya, I know you speak English. Come on dong! I don't feel good being alone.”

“That's what's the club?” aska I want to know.

“I read on the notice board yesterday that they will hold exciting events such as visits to the British Council, English discussions, and also the members are also obliged to speak English. Even sometimes they also invite native as well.”

“Native?”

“Iya. Cool right? Last year, they held a meet and greet with a guest from Australia. Who knows, I might get a scholarship abroad. So don't bother learning English anymore.”

I paused for a moment, digesting Darwis' sentence. It must be thumbs up his intentions.

Darwis is my visionary friend. He comes from a simple family in Bangkalan. The ideas he pours out sometimes look funny or silly, but behind it he has a burning spirit. Do you remember when he took a meal at the end of the street?

Without a second thought, I agreed to Dervish's invitation to join an English club whose secretariat office is based at the Language Center. The club is managed by several students from different majors who are concerned with the world of English. In front of his office, a signpost that is quite clearly inscribed with the name of the club. THE VICTORY ENGLISH CLUB.

I hope I get a lot from this new club.

Her name is Dahlia Sukmawati.

Not yet I've been nervous uncontrollably. The look in Dahlia Sukmawati's eyes was like an arrow that instantly tore my heart apart. I mean, of course I don't have a crush on him. That's not. A Dharrah even though there is no taste of my love for him. But her eyes were like a threat, that this girl could swallow roundly if she was weak. He's definitely not my type. I found no softness at all in his eyes.

“Hey you! Fill out form! You don't want anything to go wrong!” dahlia gave us her first command.

“Yes Mam!” reply timidly.

Darwis whispered softly to me.

“Galak highly! Lose my host mother.”

I didn't answer. Mother Kost Darwis is indeed very fierce. I used to stop by the hostel. I think it's Mak Lampir's incarnation.

Kulirik Dahlia was still standing there like an exam supervisor. His gaze terrorized our every move. We fill out the registration form carefully, like taking the actual final exam.

“Already know the rules?” ask Dahlia again.

We did not answer, he handed us two pieces of paper.

“Read and understand!”

We nodded.

After the administrative affairs were settled, we immediately came out of the secretariat office with many say Hamdalah.

Really, Dahlia became one of the most stressful experiences for me. He was a student just like me. But it seems like he is more senior than us. Maybe a few levels above me. Well, you could say he's a campus world sucker. College does not pass. So no wonder he plays orders as good as his own.

Maybe his life burden is too heavy. My inner.

“You are sure such a girl will be able to mate?” ask Darwis.

He opened up the topic of ghibah one somber morning. We're still sitting in the hallway of campus, learning material for Quis later in the day.

“Maybe,” my answer is short.

“Pity of her husband,” Darwis said.

“Ngapain thinks of him? I'm not thinking of studying!”

Darwis smiled strangely.

Darwis likes Dahlia!

The taste of this creature is a bit strange. Last year she liked Diana, a close friend of Lusi's. I think Diana was the same type as Dahlia. In addition to weight, Diana had a higher level of tenderness than Dahlia. Diana looks more human than Dahlia!

Remembering Diana, I thought of Lusi again. How is he doing in there? Is it true that he is married as Doni said a while ago? I secretly miss Lusi in silence. His dimples and wide eyes made me unable to look away. Then suddenly appeared the face of Laras who was innocent. Her smile that was as sweet as that java sugar made my heart that was frozen like an iceberg in Antarctica suddenly melt.

Last...

The face of Dahlia Sukmawati!

What the fuck? It really ruins the mood!

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