ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXXVII: She Is Back!

Sky rumbles. The cloud rolled, the turbulent wind stirring the contents of the universe. I put my jacket together, hoping that the water won't pour this afternoon.

From the third floor of the library, students were seen running around looking for shelter. Some were docked into the library building. Although there were some students on the third floor, a quiet atmosphere ambushed. Each of them focused on the thick book before them.

There are two types of students who like to visit the library. First, they are pure nerds, who are thirsty for science. The thick books, like the magic spells at Hogwarth, were piled up to the table. I don't know what the book is about! I'm not really into reading myself, except for Agatha Christie's cool novels.

Bookworms are usually identical to Betty La Fea's thick glasses, but I don't think they are entirely true. Thick glasses are identical to people suffering from acute visual impairment.

The second type is the follow-up type. Usually they go to the library if there are friends who happen to invite to go there, or there are affairs that do require to taste the pleasure of literacy. Usually this type is endemic among advanced students who are completing the final task.

I belong to the second type.

On several occasions, I did have to unpack all the contents of this library to find relevant references in doing the final task that I had to take soon. The sad part is, all the books are written in English. Although I was said to be quite an expert in English, in fact it was enough to understand the contents of a book.

At first I thought this five-story building was an unsettling place, with rows of shelves filled with boring books. The atmosphere of silence is ideal to catapult the imagination everywhere. No one here looks friendly. Their faces folded neatly, there was hardly a single smile. But lately, this place will become a historical nicks for my life sheet. In this place I first printed the first rupiah from a job as a translator.

“Bi ...,” familiar voice heard in the ear greets.

Ah, Dahlia's voice. It's just that with weaker decibel strength ....

I turned my eyes to find a girl standing glued to me. His face was a little stout, not as bright as usual. There was no lipstick on her lips. Everything looks natural.

Diarrhea effect.

“Loh, have you been in college?” greet me.

“Not yet,” replied Dahlia listlessly. He took a sitting position in front of me.

“Terus why are you here?”

“Isn't there a club business to be done, Bi? I fear that if I don't come the plan will fail. I don't want debt. It's still my responsibility,” worries Dahlia.

“Already, don't think too much. Looks like you're still sick. Already to the doctor?” my many.

“Have been to the doctor. So how is the preparation?”

“Beres all. All the models have been formed. Just a few coordination meetings.”

“How's location? What have you found yet?”

“Si Benny yesterday offered a location on Mount Panderman, because there is a family living there, so you can help. Consumption will also be helped. How?”

“Yes that's okay. I males thought ...”

“OK, I lock loh yes,” I said.

He nodded weakly. Highlight Dahlia's eyes were different than usual. It's dark and not glowing.

“Do you want lunch today? Love meatballs are waiting for us ..” bargain.

Dahlia shook her head weakly.

“Doctors prohibit eating carelessly. While having to eat home-cooked food. So I'm going home.”

“Loh, you drive yourself?”

“Ngak. Someone is nganterin. Don't worry.”

It was heartless to see Dahlia's condition like this. The aura of the ferocious lioness that usually emanated became blurred. The aura was as if it had been destroyed due to diarrhea!

Dahlia gave a wave of her hand when she left me, but with a face almost without a smile. His car drove off the campus. I take a deep breath. It does not seem like the spirit of completing all this business alone.

Irawan, as vice chairman appointed me as the chairman of the camp committee this year.

I don't know, is this a disaster or a gift? Being the chief executive of a big event like this is the first thing for me. I hope that Dahlia will guide me, but whatever the force of the conditions is not yet possible.

Alright. Ganbattes!

With all the potential I have, the fight will begin. The second meeting is over I'm leading. Preparation is getting more mature on all fronts. Transportation and consumption are in order. Each person in charge of the activity is all on the track. Rini, the sweet, broad-hooded girl recorded all the close notes in a binder, and showed them to me periodically.

“Need signature Mr. Chairman,” said Rini while thrusting a scribble of the results of the meeting.

Just incredible!

I feel like I have a private secretary.

All the results of meetings I learned at night, when the universe sleeps overrun by dreams. Silence can make the mind clearer. Unfortunately, I don't completely agree. I was even more focused if there was the sound of shahdu music caressing a fragile soul like me.

After I learned, all the results of the meeting I reported to His Holiness Dahlia Sukmawati. Honey, as I thought before, he's a little uninterested in such reports.

“You take care of everything yes,” said Dahlia on the phone.

“I'll ask for your approval, Dahlia.”

“Ndon't need. You are the chairman of the committee. You must be able to decide for yourself without the help of others. Well, if you still ask for my help, yes mending me who became the chairman of the committee,” explained Dahlia.

I'm speechless. There's no denying it. What Dahlia said was not wrong. This is an opportunity for me to hone my organizational skills. From me to SD until this old age, never once did I get the opportunity to join the organization. Most of them look one eye.

This is a chance to prove that I can too. They judge behind the calm appearance there is a calm soul. Big No's! The first mistake is to judge a person by his or her outward appearance.

Don’t judge a book by its cover!

The last coordination meeting this time was attended by Dahlia. It seemed to be in much better condition than when we met at the library yesterday. This coordination meeting was attended by all members of 46 members, including Darwis.

I again ascended the throne of the meeting leader, with Dahlia as the queen mother, Irawan as the prime minister, and Rini as the concubine!

All the in charge delivered his report in detail, while Rini wrote carefully. Leading a meeting is an art. We are required to listen, give opinions and decide. The most complicated part is the last point. Sometimes the decisions we make cannot satisfy many people. Even so, all must receive with chest roomy.

This is what we call democracy.

There are no significant obstacles, except for a member named Buyung. He may not be able to take part in these English Camp activities for very trivial reasons.

He's a drunk vehicle!

Thankfully, thanks to persuasion and tempestuous motivation from others, plus the lure of free Antimo, Buyung finally collapsed as well. After all, it's a memorable annual activity. So it's a loss to miss.

Unfortunately, we're coming!

Susi, wait for me at the gate of your heart ....

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