ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXV: Galau

Surabaya, a city that is synonymous with heroic story of the struggle of its people in defending independence from the invaders who want to regain control of the earth of Indonesia. The heroic resistance was summed up nicely into the events of November 10 which is annually commemorated as Heroes Day.

For me, Surabaya is also a struggle to reach my goals, and also love. Everything I had was at stake there, even though it had to wrestle with sweat and tears. Including self-esteem. Sometimes for this one business, I have to be willing to lower it by several levels.

Among them is the issue of image tasks. This is the subject I hate the most. That day, the afternoon was not so stinging but still sultry. I accelerated my footsteps to the department room where Mr. Anto Darsono was staying. With all my courage, I gathered the task of drawing the work of others to the bald man who was sitting behind the table arrogantly like a Chinese gangster. He didn't budge. Even my arrival was considered to be the wind.

I tried to hold on to my patience, because otherwise my Kamehame might come out to destroy the whole room. To be honest, it's kind of stressful here. Several other lecturers seemed busy with their respective affairs.

Without saying a word, I put the drawing paper on the table. Mr. Anto is still being indifferent. As usual, his face was covered in a thread. Maybe this is not the right time. It seemed like there was a huge problem behind the tangling of his face.

“Just leave!” he says flat.

Left out? Doesn't the task usually have to be researched and asked questions before being assessed?

Hm. Something strange and unnatural.

“Died, Sir?” ask for certainty.

“You didn't hear me just talking?” mr. Anto's voice intonation sounded slightly up.

That means I have to leave her soon.

Okay, Sir. Adios. Have a nice day!

There was a feeling of relief, but mixed with anxiety upon exiting the department office. Relieved because my duties have been collected. Anxious, because I wasn't even asked the slightest bit about the details of my drawing assignment.

Thats odd.

There are two possibilities. First, he will directly give a B on my assignment, or the worst possibility will be immediately given a D.

Yes already. I forget the fate of my drawing duties, praying that I might have the first option.

In order to get rid of the confusion, I headed for the central library. The waving Dervish invited me to join his small community I refused. If it's just to discuss perverted things, I'm sorry I'm not interested.

It's beyond my level.

In the central library whose building was towering, I traced a row of reference books on matters related to metal. This is a valuable provision before facing the Final Task. We in the engineering department must take the Final Task, or it could also be said thesis in other majors.

“I'm disappointed ...” I heard a familiar voice behind me. I was still pretending to be busy stirring the contents of the shelf in front of me.

Unconcerned.

Dahlia's face suddenly appeared beside me, pretending to sort out the book. Without looking back, but I quickly identified her mood. It doesn't seem to be in good condition.

“Sorry ...” sahutku short.

“Mamah asked ...”

“What did he ask?”

“Why didn't you come?”

“I told you over the phone, right?”

Frankly, I am also in a bad state. The mind is still disturbed due to the task of drawing. The presence of Dahlia exploded the emotions that had been stored neatly.

“ You know, Bi ...” said Dahlia restrained.

I choose silence. The main weapon against women who are unstable is silence. I often practice when my mom is nagging. Silence is an effective savior in times of distress.

I heard Dahlia preach.

“Mamah slaughtered goats, rented the best catering to cook bolted goats, hope once you will come. Every five minutes he calls you. Unfortunately, he must be disappointed because you did not come,” said Dahlia.

Every five minutes? Just be right. In an hour there are sixty minutes. So in an hour, mama Dahlia asked twelve times. Must be hyperbolic Dahlia.

What am I supposed to say? Silence is gold. That's what's on my mind.

Dahlia looks emotional. I absolutely refuse to look at him. It's better that I'm in a safe position. Not defending themselves.

“You caught me, right?” ask Dahlia fiercely. Start out his devil horn.

Should I read the chair?

“Sorry yes, Dahlia. I must return to campus immediately ...”

By pretending to be arrogant I left Dahlia. My ego's peaking. It is a general secret, the basic nature of the people of Adam is ego. They would not accept defeat or admit wrong before the Eve.

Example me.

I'm the king of the heart? Yes, in this case I am the king of hearts.

I don't want to turn around thinking about Dahlia's feelings at that time. Think I'm in a comfortable position right now? The task of drawing has chastened my sanity to make it unpleasant to eat bad sleep. Life is complicated enough. So don't add to it.

Don't you?

Arriving at the contract, I accidentally caught up in the room without regard to the joking friends in front of the TV.

“Tumben your face jutek Bi,” greet Andre.

I didn't answer that question.

Braaak!

Kubanting room door. No matter Andre thinks I'm possessed. I just want to be alone on this hard day. The head feels pulsating. Really, this kind of mind is not good for health. How to avoid it?

Lie down.

The phone roared dozens of times, I saw Dahlia's name flickering on her screen. I don't want to share a word with him.

I'm turning off my phone.

What I was hoping for now, the day soon changed. Don't want to interact with anyone. Tetiba remembered his mother's advice to focus more on college above anything. So the business of girls is the business of all! Not a priority at all for now. I have to pursue my college degree in time. There is no time to play around or play around.

Good bye, Dahlia!

Inwardly, I was determined to stay away from the girl. Maybe for a while I cancel all the work that has to do with translation. Even if you need to get out of Victory English Club so you don't meet him.

This is what I'm worried about.

If the feelings have been mixed with friendly affairs will be complicated. Feelings and friendships are hard to put together, like water and oil.

Quietly, I still remember Lucia's face. Do I have to chase him to the end of the world? Is she the true love I should be fighting for?

I don't know.

Right now I'm floating on a turbulent ocean. Ridiculously, this has nothing to do with college. Liver problems. Classic right?

“Bi..Bi! Do you want to eat no?” bargain Andre.

“Ngak!” short answer.

“You don't eat? I bought ya?”

“Serah!”

“What do you want to eat?”

“Serah!”

“Like hard or not?”

Unanswered.

Oh my God, this God creature is really this one!

Probably right, right now you need to stay away from Dahlia. Who knew my soul would be healthier and more vibrant. Dahlia, or whoever has no right to rule my life.

Again, Good bye Dahlia!

Uh, but do I have a debt of three hundred thousand to him?

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