ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXXI: Full Duty

The first thing I did after my full-time job at the office was to break down on Monday. Meaning what? It means that while others struggle with work or study on campus, I am enjoying my day of freedom on the effective day. Holidays are their own pleasure that is difficult to express. As we age, the frequency of sleep decreases. Routines are piling up, and I'm getting drowned in them.

When I was a kid, my mom always forced me to take a nap. He said it is not good to play during the day because it can be kidnapped by people. Until now, the myth is still lingering in memory. Whether the news can be accounted for or not, I obviously still feel anxious if the afternoon is still wandering outside. Mom always told me to take a nap, but I still wanted to play in the rice field with Pardi or my imaginary friend.

Unfortunately, my mother was less experienced then. While the others were sleeping in their naps, I escaped by jumping from the window. I made a pact with Pardi to find fish in a river near a rice field. Coming home to Ashar, with dirty and wet clothes. Of course it provoked the anger of my mother. As a result, my ears must be ready to heat up to hear your mother's nagging. That's nothing compared to if you've intervened. Could be a broom handle landing on my ass.

If a nap was a punishment, now as we grow up, a nap is the gift of God without counting. I rarely enjoy taking a nap. Time seemed to keep running away without mercy. I have to go after him. Five minutes late, all the plans were ruined, so I had to reorder.

That's life.

The first Monday without activities in the rented is not entirely fun, because other friends are in college. Has not been with them for a long time. The busyness at work yesterday made my relationship with friends separated, even though it was not at all my will. Longing for that heartless babble or scorn of Doni. His sometimes venomous mouth is actually a whip for me to always improve myself. What is the story of Doni's relationship with Monik aka Monika?

How's Andre doing with Inneke? Are the two of them really married religiously or what? I didn't think a popular guy like Andre would be holding a child in a minute. It will definitely lower his popularity level. There were no more girls surrounding him if only Andre knew he had a baby. To me, it doesn't matter. Not always popularity reigns within us. Everyone will also experience this phase.

What I miss most is actually the sometimes unprofitable Farhan tips. She rarely appears also in the rented because more busy accepting the invitation to fill the study of the assembly of mothers. There are many mothers who idolize it. Unfortunately Farhan was always lacking in gratitude. Whether it's the minimal contents of the envelope or just get a thank you in the form of boxed rice.

In fact, I often give advice that it is useless knowledge that he spread if still hoping for the self in the form of material. Otherwise sincere will be dear because the reward that evaporates is in vain. If this is the case, the position will turn around. Who is that missionary, actually?

Because the rented atmosphere was so quiet as the cemetery of Tanah Kusir, I chose to travel to campus. Yes, however, the campus always caught my attention. Of course not because of lecturers or lecture material that is stressful, but more to the atmosphere. Sitting for hours in the library is great fun, eating in the central cafeteria or enjoying a porridge of scab-worth ijo beans. Unfortunately the last time I went there, the cafeteria mother raised the price of porridge by a thousand rupiah, arguing that the price of raw materials also rose, so the price of automatic sales rose. Well, you understand the reason.

I drove to the central library. Even though it's a holiday, it's not a good time to relax. Remembering after this I faced a bigger challenge, which was the final task. The title is already kukantongi, just compose into scientific writings. This is the most difficult phase.

Although I found many examples of final tasks in the library, still compiling a scientific paper is not as easy as flicking a finger. Not to mention having to pay attention to the language that is in accordance with enhanced spelling, typo or other minor errors. Instructor lecturers will not hesitate to cross out the results of typing that we have been doing all night. Meaning what? That means we have to revise again, then re-print. Not only physically exhausting, but the contents of the wallet as well.

Because of the severity of the final assignment, no wonder many students are depressed and choose to delay doing the final task. What consequences? Of course they will age on campus. When the other colleagues had already graduated, he could only become a spectator while struggling in his final unfinished task.

Dahlia, too, seemed to be troubled at the final task. I don't know what force he is. His friends have also graduated for a long time, some even have worked. Only Dahlia lingered on campus. Want me to ask why, afraid of offending. The problem he wants sooner or later in college is his prerogative. After all, want him to go to college for life legally, anyway he has the coffers of money.

Even so, a sense of pity arises. When did he stay on campus? Soon if my final assignment is successful, I will also be preparing for graduation. Should I leave Dahlia aging on campus? Or is it better to just drop out? Then, in vain all the knowledge he learned so far. I don't know. Hopefully the decision he makes will be the best decision.

I was scouring the shelves of reference books in the library when what I had in mind became real. No rain, no wind, Dahlia suddenly appeared alone, as usual. I don't know what he was looking for in this library. He always lingered on the third floor, while looking for trivial books such as how to grow tomatoes, how to care for angora cats and so on. I don't want to interfere with his reading taste. That is better than the reading tastes of a million young people today, who prefer to read things that are not worthwhile.

Apparently he was not aware of my existence in the same room. I peeked at Dahlia's movements from behind the books arranged on the shelf. Still wondering, should I say hello or not? He was solemnly reading a book about the cultivation of curly chilies. Maybe he wants to be like Bob Sadino who is successful in gardening, because his reading is not far from the theme of gardening.

I can imagine, he must be surprised to see my sudden arrival. Want to invite him to chat, but later it will break the fun of reading it. He looked so serious, with a frown. Read agricultural books like that, especially if you read thermodynamics books. I'll make sure it falls out of hair instantly.

So what am I supposed to do?

“Huaa!!”

I surprised Dahlia from behind. The girl looked surprised, turned around and looked at me full of anger. There was no joy in welcoming me.

“Buuk!”

“I'm shocked, Satan!”

The book he read to me while cursing. Jesus, is he really angry?

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