Malay Romance Zaman Now
20. Red tie
Rama walked into the middle room. Last night he told his father that he asked for money for his needs today. There was no sound in the house because all the family members were busy. Including Rama who is busy unemployed. There's a banknote lying near the TV. The money was pictured Limas House and behind it was a national figure from Palembang: Sultan Mahmud Badaruddin II. Near the money was a piece of paper that read:
You give this money. Enough to buy a motorbike.
Rama scooped it up and flexed it into the pocket of his right trousers. There is no show to take Masayu to lunch for today, no. Just buy gasoline. What else do you want? Visited Masayu campus with nothing but a poem. He went into his room again. He's standing by the window. He saw the day start at noon. He took another poem called Please, and read it again. He had read it a dozen times.
I often remember you, my girl
I look at you from the darkness of my eyes
I feel you so close by my side
Does one of the bachelors not have to hold you?
A weak man helplessly, expecting my taste of unity from you
Screaming in the form of words splashed last night in his head, but from it all, only the content of the poem is contained. An incarnation of what was raging inside his heart niche. An acute intuition, which he now interprets into knitting words and sentences. Through a phone call last night, Masayu said that later if he was made a poem by Rama, he would show the poems of his work made since he was still in High School until now. On the phone, Masayu also said that he would wait for Rama at the place the next day they met.
Campus security officials arranged for vehicles to pass on campus streets. The sound of a screaming whistle mixed with the sound of a car horn that was stuck in traffic. Damn, thought Rama, the perfume Gatsby Urban Cologne Confidence who had been sprayed on the body and on a shirt that read “The next rockstar” so lost in vain because of sweat and street dust. The bench is still empty. Rama sat alone. Looks like he came early. Or because Masayu has extra lecture hours. Better to wait. So he was better able to prepare the words he would throw at Masayu later. His desire for college so arise again, his dream to be able to learn is now there again. But the talk of his father dispelled all his dreams.
Good education does not guarantee the formation of good character.
Rama remembered the words of the Fonttenelle. He tried to interpret with his wits. Many college students spend only their parents' money. Their job as college students is more to have fun, enjoy youth, date, go to places of entertainment, and a little to give up their golden time to study in earnest. Instead of prioritizing the contents of the head and the brain is diluted, some of them even prioritize the contents of the stomach, put forward the lust of his youth, and more menomorsunan fashion and the matter of face permak.
Some of them prefer the title and later will work where rather than taking into account the fruit of what they collect during sitting on the lecture bench, such as character formation, for example, taking the pragmatic side of the knowledge they acquire, applying and practicing it in life, teaching it to the needy, and make the fruit picked not only for the benefit of independent from greed and self-loathing, but also for the benefit of family, religion, and building the nation and state. A lot of smart college students who have sky-high GPAs, say, 3.5. Or it could be 4. But the character GPA 1.00; aka squat.
Kahlil Gibran's words darted across Rama's head. A little knowledge with action is more valuable than a lot of knowledge but no action.
Rama so remember with his interpretation earlier, which is to apply and practice knowledge in life. That is the most important thing in education. And suddenly from the unexpected side, right emerging from the crush of a motorcycle, Masayu had disperse the mind of Rama. Masayu greeted Rama while throwing a smile. He sat down next to Rama.
“Alone, Ram?” ask Dita. “Dak same Vio and Kiagus?”
“Vio no news. He must be home again. If Kiagus is ordinary.” Rama invited Dita and Devrieya to sit down, but said Dita did not need to because they both immediately wanted to go home.
“Usually Vio pick up, Ram, but it's been two days since he picked up again.”
“Aih's. He'd love to pick you up back from college.”
“We also never walk.”
“Nian boasting, hm,” complained Masayu.
“Must be it. How about Kiagus, Dev, lancarkah?”
“Thank you, Ram. Because of you, your friend is brave. I mean. because you taught Kiagus to say something to me.”
Dita and Devrie say goodbye.
“How is college today, Yu?”
“Currently, Ram. Oh yes, your poem yesterday, which was contested it can be perfect value. Champion one more.”
“Good. Forward to depankah one-on-one?”
“Iya.”
“Means not a good poem, but a good way of delivering from you right up front. It's a poem about how to make liquid soap. The thing that is imagined when writing it is that.”
Suddenly Masayu's smartphone rang and shook. Call from Dodi! Masayu touched the green screen.
“Already.”
“Ke canteen now, The. We had lunch with.”
“I'm not hungry.”
I don't know why Rama is calm. Ploong!
“Come, Darling. I'm waiting in the cafeteria now. You brought a motor?”
“Let me eat at home. Yes, take motor.”
“Nian?”
“Yes. It was once yeh. I'm talking to you again, man.”
“OK Dear. Daaa.”
CLICK IT!
Masayu stuffed his smartphone into his bag.
“Who?”
“Oh, yes, where's the poem, Ram? You said you made it?”
“Eee... there, there.”.
Masayu stretched out his hand. While Rama opened his bag, then took out a piece of paper. Give him that paper.
“Sip. Must be good.”
“Where's your poem book, Yu?”
“Let's go. I'm reading your poem now, Ram?”
“Bby.”
Masayu opened the fold of the paper. He gets every word.
“This is for me right, Ram?”
“Obviously, Yu, it's impossible for a fat girl who has a hard time walking there.”
Masayu laughed a little. He opened the contents of his bag and gave his poem to Rama. Rama opened the first page.
“Later at home instead. I have something for you, Ram.” He gave me a white bag.
“What is this? Thanks yes earlier.”
“Yes. There's pokonya. To look more like Green Day. What do you like about him, Ram?”
“Hair, style, voice. Billie Joe Armstrong wears a red tie again. Cool nian!”
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