ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXXIII: The First Struggle

The Final Task is the first struggle before undergoing the graduation process. Before I work, I want to have a little fun. At least prepare ammunition before plunging into the battlefield. Unfortunately, I was lazy to go home to Jombang, so I prefer to spend time in Surabaya.

Actually, it's more of a personal reason. Every time I go home, my mother will definitely tell me to stop by Mr. Turonggo. Meaning what? It means that the match is near. It's not that I don't want to be with Laras, but I think I'm the one who doesn't deserve him. Loyalty and commitment, these two words seem to be a kind of ghost that runs through the mind. Easy to say, but very difficult to do. I don't want to hurt a girl because I'm not ready for commitment. My dreams are still a lot I haven't achieved.

Since Laras had a problem with his lost wallet, he has not given any more news. I don't want to be a hero. In the heart there is pity too, but let it be. I've been deterred, don't want to indulge. Let me be a free man with no bond of love, perhaps it is better than spreading charm to all directions. I'm not too special either. Rarely does anyone like me for being physical. Usually they have to get to know them a while first.

Morning began to dock in the city of Surabaya, sending warm rays to all corners. I was enjoying rice pecel that tastes not much better than the legendary pecel Mbok Painem in the village. The taste is so strong ambush the tongue, so the spice feels more like herbal medicine. Okay, I made peace with that, because I didn't find any other pecel sellers around the contract.

I woke up a little late this morning, with a sense of tiredness whack all over my body. Humans are the wrong creatures. When preoccupied with abundant activities, they complain, but when there is no activity they also complain about the same thing. So what does he want?

My schedule today is to draft an introduction, then make an appointment with the supervising lecturer. Sounds simple, doesn't it? In fact, this is a tough phase. Making an appointment with a guidance counselor is an actual college struggle. They are always busy with many activities, going out of town and other reasons that sometimes deliberately make us frown.

My guidance counselor this time is Mr. Kusumo Sastrowardoyo, ST. MT. He is not the father of Dian Sastrowardoyo. He is a senior lecturer who is very brilliant in the field of metal science. His age is not too old, maybe about forty so, but his reputation deserves a thumbs up. Personally I don't know him, because he only taught one semester. In my view, he is a wise man, not temperamental like the bald monster, Mr. Anto Darsono.

Because I don't have a personal computer, for type-typing activities I borrowed Doni's computer. I don't know why lately he often returned home, so his room was left empty. I've expressed an intention to borrow a computer as long as he doesn't use it.

“Just use it, Bi! But be patient. Rather slow, be aware of Pentium 2, so it should be extra sabaar!”

“Ready! I will be ready to be patient,” I said.

“Today I want to go back to Pasuruan. I told Mimi to come home again. I have many more tasks. Huh!” lamented Doni.

“Loh instead of two days yesterday already home? How are you told to go home again?” I asked, while turning on the computer that does look physically sad.

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Basically Doni is slovenly, no wonder the computer is bathed in dust. A grain of dust infiltrated my nostrils spoiled, making a successful sneeze. Don't wait too long, I'll grab a tissue and clean the shabby computer.

“Let me know why. Anyway surprise! Mimi was if there was a need for any sudden pleasures. Yes forced I have to go home today,” said Doni while lying on the bed that smells rancid.

“Don't you want to marry Monik!” my guess.

“Ngak! Not ready yet, I. Is marriage quite a big deal? Must have a grip, a good career, so self-esteem is maintained as a man. Shame to know if the marriage ended in Pondok Mertua Indah!”

“Lho, indeed Monik will wait for you to get a decent job, have a house, have a car?”

“Have to wait! Otherwise, I want to turn to another heart!” doni.

“Your cup, Don! Thank goodness the moniker wants to be with you. After all, your love story mostly contains rejection. That moniker is the most beautiful gift you ever had. Can't be wasted!”

“Halah! Mending is often rejected from your kayak, singles continue! Deket just as many girls but not shot. Love the feeling of doang!”

Oops!

I was silent for a moment. This time the attack was on target.

I continued to finish typing with passion. Concentration I focus on the screen, to avoid typos or misreading marks that sometimes escape observation. Most of the teachers are very observant. Especially senior staff. They always know, even if they lack a dot. I hope my struggle will pay off.

By noon, I had finished typing a few sheets, directly I-print, I observe carefully so that there is no slightest error. Shame if it has assistance in front of the lecturer, then he doodled our work. Nothing, I'm sure the lecturers also went through the same process. They may even be full of all the poisons that heat the ears.

Doni was ready with all his ammunition, heading to Pasuruan. Before leaving, he did not forget to give me advice. She looks just like her mother.

“Later if you leave the room, do not forget the lights are turned off. Keep the computer and the fan on as well. If you want, just sleep in my bed so as not to go back and forth to your room!”

“Okay! Your room stinks. Also my room!” my word.

“Damn it! Then you pay me to use my computer. I've been protesting again!”

I laugh. Obviously it was just a joke, so I didn't bring it into the feeling. We both used to slay each other with jokes, but not to the heart. Depends on mood. I was also angry because Doni was joking when my mood was not good.

All the typing has been completed successfully, now entered in a heavy phase, namely the appointment to meet the lecturer. Need extra patience for this one. After repeatedly negotiating appointments, Mr. Kusumo Sastrowardoyo finally agreed on Tuesday after the Maghrib at his residence.

Fortunately, he lives in Lecturer Housing which is not too far from the campus. Sometimes there are lecturers who live far away in Surabaya, such as in the North Surabaya area or even near the Waru Roundabout.

Facing the lecturer, also the jarus has a mental steel. Sometimes the mouths of the lecturers are also very spicy. Instead of throwing compliments, there is only painful scorn. For students who are thick with crackers, will definitely cry roll in front of the lecturer.

With Bismillah, I went to the residence of Mr. Kusumo Sastrowardoyo.

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