I'm Sure He's My Match

New Friends

The computer-based public college entrance exam or UTBK is my hope to continue school again, by entering the Bidikmisi line I really hope that my UTBK value is sufficient to be able to enter an Indonesian education university or UPI. I chose that university because basically from childhood until graduating High School I wanted to become a teacher. Ever since I was in the cottage, I used to teach the little ones. So, I feel like this is my place. The reason for choosing a teacher, in addition to educating the life of the nation, makes people smart. I also want to teach good personality or moral karimah, itung-itung kalih you guys improve yourself. I aspire to be a teacher who can give birth to the nation's children who besides being intelligent he is also wise, and good morals. But, unfortunately after the UTBK announcement, I was not enough to enter the university. I had no hope of going to college because my family didn't allow me to go private. Besides, I have a big responsibility for my family. My father who can not work because of his health condition and my mother who can only work for the needs of daily life is sometimes not enough. At that moment, I sacrificed my ideals for my family.

I went looking for a job here and there and it hasn't worked. For three months after graduating high school has not been getting a job, only helping mama at home as well as helping mama's work is wrapping crackers have neighbors to sell to stalls around the house. After those three months, there was finally a call from one company, I came there. Thank God I finally got a job there.

Actually my heart does not want to work, but for the sake of family life, I have to be sincere and patient living like this. This may have been the best way of my life. Something I'm not interested in is very difficult to pursue. This heart felt chaotic, at first it was hard to accept this reality. I was ever desperate for my life.

Looking at my other college friends, my little heart likes to be envious. But, after I thought about it, yeah... Again this is my way of life. Continuously sincere and patiently waiting for the miracle to come to my life.

After a year of work, I wanted to go back to pursuing my goal of becoming a teacher. The money I worked to make a small shop for my mother, and Alhamdulillah can be realized, the shop became the capital for my life and my family.

I ventured to ask permission from my mother and father to pursue my ideals, explaining everything about what my ideals mean. After I had a conversation with my family, they finally let me.

I continued my education at a private university in Cimahi. I think wherever you go, everything is the same. What is important is that my knowledge will be useful to many people.

There I got a lot of new acquaintances. One of them is he, the white man, tall, a little fat, and narrow eyes. His name is Gufron Putra. Does it look like Kiki? Exactly right. It's just that he's a little fat.

Starting we met at the Al-Lathiif mosque during the study of one of the famous speakers in Indonesia. I was with my friend at the cottage going there. He was with his friends anyway. Black peci, white Koko and black sheath, she wore that day.

When the study was completed, all worshippers dispersed, busy parking their vehicles. At that moment, while my friend and I were waiting for our grab, right in front of our eyes, Gufron and one of his friends he was hatching fell off his bike.

My friend and I helped him. Until one day we were reunited while on campus.

The first day, when he met each other and shared his story, he told her about the incident. And I just realized that I've been through the same thing. I thought he was the one I helped during the study.

He did not see my face, but I saw his face. Unfortunately, I didn't remember his face so I didn't recognize him.

At the college mosque after Dhuha prayer I met him. She greeted me.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ivi."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Gufron right?." I stopped Gufron's move.

"Yes, I'm Gufron, what's up Vi?" Ask Gufron.

"Have you ever fallen when you returned to study at the Al-Lathiif mosque when there was a study of Ustadz Abdul Shomad? And there are three women who did not help you?"

"It's true Vi. Why that?"

"No, I'm just curious, how the story is the same as mine, it's just that I didn't fall down just I did that guy. I could see his face, but forgot just a glance. But, but. his body is like yours." I sure as hell ask.

"Would you be serious? Not that the person you helped was me. Haha."

"Maybe it is you. Haha."

"If you, I want to thank you, because at the time of the incident I haven't had time to thank you, they rush because the grab they ordered has come."

"It's absolutely the same thing."

"Well? That means it's you. Thank you, tell me the same of your friends who helped me with Dani."

"Yes, I'll tell you both."

My first day was very effective. After a week ngampus mama told me to spend it because it feels like kasian if you have to go back and forth to campus.

After returning home, I looked for a car. On the road meet Gufron.

"Where'd Vi go?" Gufron stopped the bike.

"I'm gonna find a cosan."

"Yet, my mom didn't let me. But this time my mom allowed it."

"Near my house there is also cosan, who knows you are suitable, want me anterin?"

"Don't you come with me?" I asked a little doubt.

"It's not papa dong Vi, I'm the nawarin."

"Okay, thanks before."

"Yes together, let's go up."

After meeting the boarding house I decided to spend there, the place was right for me, the first time I saw the cost I was immediately interested. It happened to be close to Gufron's house. Gufron took me to his house and he introduced me to his mother. Her mother was very kind and caring to Gufron, knowing that she was his only child. Mama called him Kaka. That's where I started calling Gufron Kaka. He told me to call him Kaka.

"Eh mama you call you Kaka?"

"Yes Vi."

"I thought you called Kaka to your village, but you didn't have a sister."

"Yes Vi, said mama used to have a sister named Rizka, mama likes to call Kaka to him, only not long God called him at the age of 17 years. Mama was very sad, her only sister went first from mama. Mama promised herself that she had children to call Kaka too. So, mommy calls me Kaka. That's Vi's story. Hehe.."

"That's it, sorry I'm so kepo gini."

"No papa, santuy and Vi."

"You call me Kaka too."

"How come?"

"Let's be more familiar."

"Hm... I can do it, Kaka. Hehe." While laughing small.

He's a very nice guy, polite again. As long as I stay there, he is always there for me. Go and go home together.

Every time he would come home to my house he would take me to the station, not if he would take me home, but I always refused.

In that town, I don't know anyone. Kaka and his mom always helped me like my own brother. Kaka always fed me with the excuse "This is my mother's command." I am so grateful to be able to meet people like them.

"Tock.tock..... Assalamu'alaikum Vi." Kaka knocked on the door.

"Need....... Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Uh Kaka, what's up Ka?" Askme.

"It's food from my mama Vi." Kaka gave me food.

"Well, I've bought dinner tonight."

"Don't know this from my mama Vi."

"Hmm yes I received the food, thank you, sorry I can not ask you to go inside. You got it, right?"

"Together, no papa, I understand. I'll go home first Vi. Eat a lot, hehe."

"Hehe, okay ready. I'll be anterin to the house."

"Okay, I'm saying goodbye. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."