ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXXV: Happy Diarrhea!

Cloudy coiled spoiled in the corners of the sky, coloring Saturday morning in the magnificent campus area in East Surabaya. The weather is quite cool, not smoldering as usual or too cold.

Saturday is a favorite day for many students because of the holiday. Saturday is a good opportunity to recharge drained energy throughout the week.

For students who are sports fans, they choose to spend time playing football on the GOR field in the north campus complex. The magnificent sports building is equipped with various other sports facilities such as volleyball, basketball, and rock climbing.

Being an art enthusiast, is practicing a role in a theater group that is quite famous on campus. While the nerds lined up filled the parking lot of the Industrial Engineering campus, because there is a Book Fair activity there.

Me?

Basically, I don't really like sports. The only type of sport I like is running, because it won a race between classes in SD. What trouble? Just stay focused and concentrate all the energy on the legs. When stomping, think of nothing but victory. Don't look around, even when your girl calls. Just focus on the finish line!

Pardi once taught me to swim in the river, but unfortunately I was too afraid to do so. It felt like there were mysterious hands pulling into the depths of the river when it first dipped its feet into the water. Maybe it was just my feeling, but success caused a prolonged trauma.

Next, is the sport of badminton. I'm not very smart, but I like it. When there was a badminton match on TV, I was the first to book the front spot. Every movement of the shuttlecock is always accompanied by the cheers of the audience, arousing adrenaline, especially against the Malaysian team. My favorite badminton player is Taufik Hidayat. He looks very strong on the field.

Unfortunately, badminton is just a hobby, not to score achievements.

The Saturday I used to spend lounging in my room, this time I didn't. I was in the middle of a community in an untidy classroom. Today, several Victory English Club members held a meeting to discuss the plans of the English Camp initiated by the club's chairman, the honorable Dahlia Sukmawati.

As per the invitation that has been disseminated, the event will begin at 09:00. Unfortunately, five minutes before the event Dahlia has not revealed the trunk of his nose. Of course this is something unusual. Usually Dahlia shows up fifteen minutes before the show starts. There is no late term in the dictionary of his life.

Three minutes into the show, I started to get nervous. The other members were still casually joking. Some have not even come. The rubber clock culture has undermined the mentality of students in this country, like a chronic cancer that is difficult to remove. Not just students, lecturers are late by five or ten minutes is very common.

I myself am not very disciplined either, but the delay irritates me. As much as possible I try to be on time with the invitation given. In this case, I salute Dahlia. The frequency of delay in his life may be only zero comma by a few percent. Maybe he was ever late for things that are very urgent or emergency.

Like today.

“Neventually like this, Dar ..” worries me.

“Phone gih!” advice Darwis indifferent. He's more fun playing on his device than he cares about my worries.

“He should have told me. He's the chairman?” I'm starting to rile.

Indeed, conditions are still conducive. Even some club members do not care what time the meeting will start. Some of them are engrossed in making love with their respective devices.

“Ya has been on the phone!” advice Darwis again.

I felt a little nervous about his reaction. I left him who is still busy with online games. In front of the classroom, I tried to contact her several times, but there was no answer.

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Bad thoughts begin to penetrate the brain. Lest he get sick. But it seems like he was healthy yesterday? Wasn't he yesterday able to spend one and a half servings of duck rice? Nothing in the history of the sick is satiated! Or maybe he ....

Why am I worried about him?

Drrrrtt ....

Drrrrtt ....

My phone's shaking. Dahlia's name flickered on the screen. I heaved a sigh of relief, releasing something that was squeezing from earlier.

“Dahlia ...,” my sap is flat.

“Bi, I'm asking you to lead the meeting first huh? Here I have a little technical problem here, so can't be there,” pinta Dahlia.

“Kok me anyway? Is there Irawan? She's your wife?” my protest.

“This Irawan has sent a message to me, he said he agreed that you will open the meeting this time,” explained Dahlia.

Whats?

It's called a conspiracy ....

“Kok impromptu anyway speaking? What am I going to say?” I'm starting to get anxious.

“Nyantai. Talk about camp location. Offer which places are roughly suitable. Yesterday you said Malang is suitable for this activity. Try talking to others. Who knows if they agree. I have contacted Rini to be a minutes,” said Dahlia.

“Udah, you can do it! Sure me!” Dahlia.

“The problem ...”

“Please, Bi. I really can't come,” Pinta Dahlia again.

“Emang you why the hell wear does not come all?” I protest again.

“I have diarrhea, Bi. Maybe I ate the wrong meal? I've been back four times,” complained Dahlia.

Diarrhea?

Duh, Dahliai

Your illness is not elite at all? Inevitably, a noble stomach like him could be exposed to this trivial disease. After all, you did not eat yesterday. Already know the bicycle, you execute like a starving man!

“Udah treated yet?” tanyaku.

“Udah. It was directly taking anti-cret drugs but has not been reduced ...”

“Sabar first. If the same mother, I used to make grated turmeric acid ...”

“Bi, I have diarrhea. Not a pain come month!” cut Dahlia.

Hmh!

He underestimated mother's secret potion? Any disease is blurred thanks to this herb. I've proven it.

Yes already! It's up to you, Dahlia. Have fun with diarrhea!

Happy Diarrhea!

With a little force, I returned to the classroom. Just entering, I was already greeted with the gazes of the other students who were ready to prey alive. As I said before, one of my weaknesses is public speaking.

And now....

What is this nightmare?

“Oke the meeting, for this meeting will be led by Brother Abhimanyu Prasetyo,” said Irawan, vice chairman of Victory English Club.

I set my breath that began to overlap-overlapping irregularly. The chest is usually faster. This is a situation I don't like very much. Irawan let me sit in the chair that has been provided. At first glance, I look like a motivator who is ready to give material.

What am I talking about?

In an immeasurably nervous state, I pretended to cleared my throat a few times. This is effective enough to relieve nervousness. I take a deep breath.

“Friends, as the club chairman has informed, that in March we will hold camp ...”

Suddenly my brain is blocked. Confused what to say. All right, I'm quiet for a second.

“Where is the place, Brother?” chirp one of the white-veiled students who sat in the front row. This question is effective for breaking the deadlock.

“Mmm. The plan is in Malang. What do you think of all?” my confidence began to surge sharply.

Rumpy-low atmosphere. I think most of them agree with Malang. Some argue in Pasuruan or Probolinggo, but Pasuruan traumatized me a little with a small incident that I experienced some time ago. While Probolinggo is too far if only for camping.

Alhamdulillahot.

For almost two hours the meeting went orderly. Not very formal, but more like a discussion. I am not good at leading meetings. Rini enthusiastically noted every key point of the meeting results.

Fix it!

They agree that Malang is the best destination for our camping plans in March.

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