Lara Karina's

ILLEGAL STUDENT

Blue Campus towering. Looks like students in blue alma mater jacket and then passing in front of the campus gate. Many would-be students also dress and wear the same attributes as Karin.

"Riin... Riain... Kariin, here Riin" heard the voice of a very familiar man in Karin's ears. Looking to the right, left, finally at 10am Karin saw some freely dressed students calling out to her. They waved their hands at Karin.

Karin approached them. Suhaimi, Irwansyah, Ali Rahmat and Hardimansyah. The four of them were sitting near the ketoprak merchant. In each of their hands was a plate full of ketoprak. Shifting, they gave a seat to Karin.

"Rin, have you had breakfast?"asked Suhaimi, who was often called Emi every day, while stirring her order.

"Udah was at home. How are you having breakfast here? Why not have breakfast at home? mom cooked a lot of fried rice earlier. I thought you guys were still asleep. Tumben y'all early this morning are up, aren't you guys starting college yet?" asked Karin while looking at them one by one.

Suhaimi or Emi, Irwansyah or often called Iwan items because it is the skin of the black sweet, Hardimansyah, all three are from NAD. Ali Rahmat is from Serang. Emi, Iwan and Ali, all three students of class '94 at the blue campus. While Hardi, class of '93. Yeah, they were my senior seniors on campus, who happened to be the residents of my mother's rented house. A year ago they lived in my family's rented house. They are like brothers to me and my sister. They are also the ones who are looking for and creating my opspect attribute.

The Oppspek committee for this year is class of '92. I know some of the students here starting from class '91. Often when there is an art show, they always invite me. Because of that, I'm used to going in and out of this college. Illegal coed, as they often nicknamed me.

On this campus there is only one major, namely Industrial Engineering. Like most other Engineering majors, students are dominated by the adam.

"Rin, go in first, you'll be late" said Ali, whom I always call aa'. "That's Budi. I've entered there with Budi" added Iwan while enjoying his armpits.

"Rin, come in" Budi invited me. Budi was Ali's nephew. He used to call Ali, Mang Mat. Sometimes I like to call him Mang Mat too. "Yuk Bud, it will be too late to be punished deh, us,"my heart as I withdraw Budi's hand.

My hair bristled, like someone was watching. I ignored and continued to walk towards the campus gate while still holding Budi. Budi, the area child who is still innocent. Sometimes his innocent words invite laughter when gathered at home. Yes, Budi also lived in my family's rented house.

Since Indah and Riana decided to choose a different college, I felt that there were no more friends on campus, until Budi finally came. Budi previously lived for a month in his brother's house which is not too far from my house. Because he wanted to be independent, Budi moved to live with Ali and his friends.

Riana attended the campus nicknamed The Yellow Jacket, majoring in Public Health. While Indah, studied elsewhere, majored in Industrial Psychology. Yes, we eventually split up, studying in different places with each other.

"Let's go fast, don't be slow" one of the organizers shouted in a loudspeaker. His hair was somewhat shaggy, typical of a boy student.

Budi and I walked towards the gate, right in front of the student, the student, Choky, lowered his loudspeaker.

"Rin, remember, pura doesn't know me. You are Bud too" Choky whispered to both of us. I held back a smile and whispered, "Yes, senior is chatty." With a flat face without expression, as if there was no conversation, I and Budi also entered the blue campus area.

About five meters from the gate, there is Post 1, where there are four senior students, the committee in charge of checking the completeness of the attributes of the participants of the fourth option, I have not known. I know more students of the class of '93 and '94. While the '91st and '92 are only a few that I know.

After being examined and fully stated our attributes, Budi and I entered the Multipurpose Building located at the front of the campus. There had gathered about one hundred and fifty prospective new students, the participants of the outlook.

Of the 400 people who signed up, only 155 were accepted. There are only 3 classes for new students. This campus belongs to Government agencies and there are subsidies from the Government for the cost of education.

Father and mother are not people who are content. I decided to study at this place, one of which is because the cost of education is relatively more affordable. Rayhan is currently 2nd grade High School, two years away, Rayhan also has to go to college. Not to mention the twins will follow the next two years. I don't want to be selfish, asking for a little expensive college. The important thing is to go to college, as I had in mind at the time.

"Opspek participants, expected to enter the multipurpose building. There will be little direction, "the loud voice of one of the oppspek committees sounds very loud deafening. I looked towards the source of the sound. One of the seniors who acted fiercely, but originally funny and friendly. Brother Joko, but he never wanted to be called sister. Joko aja said, one time when stopped by my house.

Mother's home contract is often crowded by students of this campus. Perhaps the closest location to the campus, which makes friends Emi every day always come. Until home we were nicknamed Campus C. They usually take a break while waiting for the next lecture hour. Understandably, the lecture schedule is almost nothing in sequence. Want to wait on campus, sometimes tired, eventually they often hitch a break at home. Even sometimes to break in the family room while watching television.

As a result, our house was never empty. When you need any help, there is always someone to ask for help. A year of acquaintance, made them almost entirely call mother and father to my parents. Hardly anyone calls om and aunty.

Emi, is the mother's favorite boarding boy. He was the most diligent to help mothers, even helping with kitchen affairs. Picking vegetables, usually done both Hardi. The two of them are always alert when the mother needs help, when the child is not home.

Although from different tribes customs and customs, we can still be familiar and feel like family. They're the best foster sister I've ever had. Alhamdulillahot...