ABHIMANYU WORLD
Chapter LXXXVII: The Whisper of Satan
After a fairly tough negotiation, finally the first assistance schedule with Mr. Kusumo was agreed to be held on Friday night. Of course, now I'm more alert after the ambush. The area around the GOR leaves a deep trauma, so I'd better avoid it. There is another way, but it rotates a bit far, which is passing next to the Physics Engineering campus. That's fine, it's better to expend a little more energy than to pass through the haunted GOR area.
In addition to the changed route, for self-protection tools I also prepared a hammer in the bag. Now I'm not like a building porters with a hammerhead. It's better than I have to carry pepper spray. After all, I will use it only in a desperate state.
I also deliberately left early, because usually there are still many students who inhabit the campus after Magrib. This time the mental is also stronger, ready to face all the obstacles I meet in the middle of the journey or anywhere. Yesterday's ambush was a valuable lesson for me.
Thankfully, without a significant hitch, I finally arrived in front of Pak Kusumo's residence. A tiny house, with a uniform design with another house on its right-left side. There are not many interesting exteriors in the front yard, only a few small pots planted with bonsai plants. While on the terrace hung several bird cages. Once a quintessence, some birds like a stone magpie, braids, hwa bie and Suren starlings crouch in a cage.
This heart thumped slightly when it knocked on the door. How to knock should be polite, there should be no banging impression. The nagging on the phone some time ago made me believe that Mr. Kusumo is a typical human who is cruel and angry, maybe even without compassion.
Wh-tok-tok!
No need to wait long, the door is open. It seems like my arrival was already awaited. Incredibly, Mr. Kusumo is a disciplined man. There is no term of forgetting or missing in the sheet of his life. A two-colored-haired man, with minus glasses welcomed almost without a smile. I was awkward, entering a house that was gloomy because of the dim lights installed in the living room.
There are no over-the-top interiors, just a set of guest chairs, and a wall full of family photos. Once I thought, Mr. Kusumo had a pretty wife, with three grown sons. One of them might be my age.
“Where to be looked after?” asked Mr. Kusumo without further ado.
I also try to be elegant, do not want to be dissolved by the style of speech. The safest thing is to make a little noise. Kusodurkan map contains the initial draft of the final task containing the introduction, background, and all the trinkets that inhabit in chapter one.
I waited for the assistance process restlessly. Mr. Kusumo read carefully, with a frown glaring at each typed letter. I saw him cross off some of the writing mistakes in the draft. I was less thorough too. Some punctuation marks are missed, capital letters are also missed. While the error of writing the word is also a little scattered. Technical problems, so not so much. While the content, he only mangosteen signs agree. He only suggested some input so that my writing was a little more logical and scientifically memorable.
Writing the final task is different from writing a fiction story. Whatever is written must have a solid basis of facts, not to be arbitrary. Do not let the words we write backfire that will attack during the trial. Do not let us not understand what we write, although there are also students who choose to order the final task to others. I can only sneer at student behavior like this. There is no impression to be proud of graduating that way.
After giving various input for the next revision, I immediately say goodbye. Actually, Pak Kusumo's character is not too difficult. As long as we can understand him, and do not argue much, then everything will be facilitated. Even Mr. Kusumo also gave bonuses of various discourses about life science, even though I did not mention a little about personal life.
“You've got a girlfriend, Le?” ask Mr. Kusumo.
“Not yet, Mr.”
I answered timidly. Understandably, still traumatized by the abuse on the phone earlier. Mr. Kusumo, even without a smile, his face turned soft. Maybe there's something he's thinking. I dare not find out myself.
“If you can work first, Le. Girlfriend problems will come alone if you have a lot of money. Trust me the same. When I used to, no one wanted to be with me. But once we're established, those women will be. Trust me!” said Mr. Kusumo.
Loh, why even vent?
I heard the advice without commenting, for fear of being wrong. All I did was nod. I just let him start telling stories, about his glorious youth, because it has crossed in various countries.
He compares the lifestyles of young people in Indonesia with developed countries such as Germany and France that are so different. He argues, the fighting power of our young people is still low. Likes to be lazy and less concerned with the future. Maybe this has a point. Example me. All this time, I still care less about education and the future. In fact, I spend more time flirting.
Dahlia or Laras?
The story of Mr. Kusumo a little bit whipped up the spirit that had faded. Want to feel back on the right path, study diligently and get a brilliant achievement. The stories are so inspiring and interesting. Truly, this little heart wants also to set foot into a foreign land, where the warriors of science work. What power, there are evil demons that again weaken the spirit.
The demon leisurely whispered,” Alone! You are still young. Your path is long. Mending you spend with fun first. Later if you think that heavy, you can lose your youth. Noh, that's a lot of girls waiting for your caress. There is a Dahlia who has a treasure or Laras who has resigned you anyway! Already, don't think about it. Ntar also your success!”
That evil thought I was trying to shake. When I returned to the contract, the motivational sentences of Mr. Kusumo were still ringing in the ears. While lying down, I started thinking about the future. After college, expect to get a decent job, but not at the company where Bu Roffi is.
Already drawn in wishful thinking, I want to have a big house, a nice car, happy mother and Weni, then think about getting married. So actually this life is still long. The soul mate has not been brought close either.
Be married? Hm. Dahlia or Laras? Or marry both?
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