Romance In Makara Orange

Turn Over a New Leaf

^Start something new

The new semester has begun. Vira has begun to occupy his boarding room at Kukusan Teknik, not too far from the Betawi-style house occupied by Kosa. Actually Vira would like to occupy Natha's room but it turns out Mirna still wants to stay in Natha's room first in her first month of college. It is impossible to live in one room.

Vira only took three courses this semester. Problem choice seminars, Politics elective courses in South Asia, and Politics Internships. Although three but the internship course slot amounted to six credits and took the largest portion of Vira's time in a week.

Bu Chandra as a Political Intern facilitator shares a list of institutions and contacts obtained by each of these seventh semester students.

Vira read it once again a list from Bu Chandra, it turns out that Vira was placed in Commission 3 of the House of Representatives under the guidance of board member Mr. Herman. Vira had to contact Mr. Herman's expert staff first, Mr. Faisal, at the same card provider.

“Vir, can where?” ask Melati her friend who is one major.

“Commission three, Mel. Where are you?” ask Vira back.

“Commission one. I asked him here because I already know Mba Deta, the expert staff of Bu Muthia,” replied Melati.

“Gue yesterday the data is empty, don't know anyone about Mel. One student is one board member huh?”

“Iya, let the focus of work said Bu Chandra, but he said there are also students from other universities,” explained Melati.

“Mel, when to start contacting its expert staff?”

“The sooner the better. Let it work fast. The internship agreement was three months. If I am first let the value come out quickly. So at the end of the semester I can focus on the seminar paper on the choice of problems.”

“Yes too yes Mel. But you're good to know the expert staff, so it's easy. I'm afraid of being rejected!”

“Yes will not be, there is already a MoU. If rejected let the shaman act,” said Melati in a joking tone.

“Eh, how is the pashmina I sent? Koq not dipake anyway?” ask Vira

“Yeah Vir, that's my mom saban to the lesson that was made again that again, my boro-boro that use!” jasmine's toilet made Vira laugh.

When Melati mentioned about the study made Vira so reminded of the group teaching her on this campus.

“Eh, when do we start salary again Mel? Most holidays, I've had most sins.”

“Lupa Vir I told you. Kak Ratih followed her husband to Bandung and I think there will be a change! That's also if you want nerusin. I still fit the same schedule for college and internship first!”

“Yes, this semester seems to be busy, especially Mel about internships. I was afraid I could get a complicated board member and tell me to and fro,” complained Vira baseless.

“And there's job description¬ Vir, let's say we're a high school intern. Yesterday anyway Kimmy sister told me that she helped her work during the trial period, academic script analysis for the Law what is to continue to participate in the post recess period. Pretty Vir can walk around looking for data,” said Melati with enthusiasm.

“Vir, I think you're totally blank about a political internship. Is it not the same as Kosa? You're still the same, aren't you?” jasmine asked astonished to find Vira who was still confused.

“Hahaha, yes Mel, yesterday's holiday I did a lot of work and did not think about internships. Bad yes!”

“Slightly strange for me, like not you.”

 

The first day of the lecture of Problem Choice Seminar by Mr. Irsyam also turned out to be very easy. Given that seventh semester students will definitely be preoccupied with political internships, this SPM class only requires students to enter twice during one semester. One-time forward on his presentation schedule before the midterms and one-time forward for the presentation of the proposal improvement before the final exam of the semester. Really facilitate.

Political lectures in South Asia are also interesting because Mba Evi presents more strategic issues in favor of marginalized groups such as the dalit caste and women's groups in India.

Vira gets leaks from seniors he said Mba Evi class is watching a lot of Bollywood films as a research unit analysis of his content and its value is very easy. If students do all the components of the lecture, it is certain that the value given by Mba Evi will boost the student achievement index.

Everything does not matter, except for a political internship that does make Vira's heart a little bitter.

The first step that must be done is to contact Mr. Faisal first so that everything is easier. The phone picks up and then Vira starts typing the intended message.

Good afternoon Mr. Faisal, introduce me Elvira Kinanti, an intern from the Department of Political Science, University of Indonesia. Thank God I was placed in Commission 3 of the House of Representatives to work for Mr. Herman Sasongko. Please order and guidance Mr. Faisal. Thank you and salute.

Vira read back the message he was going to send to Mr. Faisal. It seems quite polite and brief as an initial introduction. No doubt then Vira pressed the arrow icon which means sending a message. He saw the message had ticked two but still gray.

Long Vira waited no news even seemed not to be read also his message by Mr. Faisal. Vira's fears begin to resurface. Do not be rejected.

He called her Melati, his best friend. It turns out that Melati has received an answer from the Expert Staff of Muthia Mother at Commission 1 and will meet with Mba Deta tomorrow. This news actually makes Vira more upset.

He called Kosa who had taken an internship last year. Vira hopes Kosa's answer will calm her down.

But it didn't. The answer is the same as jasmine. Kosa turned out to have a good network with alumni who work as expert staff in the DPR so it is easy to coordinate.

Vira feels sorry for not having a good connection with the alumni. This is because he is not easy to get along with all this time and tends to be friends with books only.

It was only at seven o'clock in the evening that Vira's message to Mr. Faisal that his tick changed to blue. Message sign has been read. Initially made Vira can breathe a sigh of relief but apparently there was no sign of Mr. Faisal reply. This made Vira even more agitated.

Vira is lying on a springbed whose per wire is not very good. Slightly felt in his bones. Seen its low cost room ceiling. It further supports his solitude in this room. It felt like screaming but realized that the room in his room was thin-walled and translucent. Even yesterday when Vira tuned the music just a little loud there would be a knock on the wall as a form of warning.

Tired of just being in the room, Vira calls Kosa and takes her out.

“Tumben koq eat it long?” ask Kosa while accompanying Vira to dinner at the bakmi shop located between their boarding houses.

Seen portion of chicken noodle mushrooms Vira still pretty much left. Vira's chopsticks just took a little noodle blurb.

“Still thinking about an internship?” ask Kosa back. Vira nodded.

“Luck, later also reply. I will not be rejected. The board member was actually happy there were interns, a lot of help because!”

“But it's a message read already Bang, um during what the hell bales messages? I can say okay I will follow up. I think koq sok is really busy?” vira grumbled with a face between annoyed, sad, and agitated.

“You are also koq. Hardest to call and message bales. Do you know what it feels like now?”

“Ih Abang koq that's it, koq so Vira anyway? This is talking about Mr. Faisal. Bummer!” vira is upset.

Sin laughs. “You've finished there eating, want to be here until what time?”

Vira frowned and then ate his mushroom chicken noodles even though it was not very tasteful.

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Vira woke up late because last night he was too worried waiting for a reply to a message from Mr. Faisal so it was difficult to sleep. Unexpectedly this morning it turned out that Vira's worries turned into an overwhelming panic. Mr. Faisal replied to his message this morning.

I've got the notice from the Secretary General. Please come see me at Mr. Herman's office at 9 this morning. Bring all the documents. Tkscrew.

He grabbed a towel and Vira immediately took a quick shower. He wore the cotton black pants he just bought and a blue shirt. Vira matches with a black headscarf that does not have time to set it up again to be slippery. All the internship documents are put in a chocolate knitting bag giving Kosa.

The online taxi he booked drove quickly to Pondok Cina Station. Passengers queue up along the platform towards Jakarta. Vira took a long breath.

He saw again the digital clock that has shown at seven past fifteen minutes. From a distance already seen the train that will enter the China Cottage Station from the direction of New Depok.

The insistence of the passengers in this female-only carriage made Vira sweat a little. His position was wedged in the middle without being able to grab any grip that could make him stand steady. His body immediately moved to follow the encouragement of other passengers who urged in or out.

In a hurry, Vira got off at Cawang Station and then continued on a city bus that was headed for Grogol. The streets of Jakarta are so densely creeping. Coupled with the construction of flyover bridges at several points made the trip of Vira to the Parliament Complex Senayan become longer.

The fatigue along the way was aggravated by the sound of his stomach because he did not have time to eat breakfast and had not even sipped a drop of water. Sorry Vira did not take the time to buy bread and mineral water while at the station.

At eight and forty Vira arrived at the front gate and it seemed that many young people dressed in formal attire had also rushed into the same complex.

After asking the officer in the front lobby and getting the identification for the entry permit, Vira passed through the main meeting room and some closed office cubicles to get to Mr. Herman's office.

With a breath that is still sting, knocked on the mahogany door with a code number and the name of the board member attached. A woman about forty years old opened it.

“Please enter Mba, there is a need with whom huh?” ask the woman kindly.

‘Good morning Ma'am. I am Elvira Kinanti, an intern student from UI Politics, today told to come to meet Mr. Faisal at nine,” said Vira conveying the intention of his arrival.

“Wah, Mba Elvira is late. Mr. Faisal just left. He said he would take Mr. Herman to the airport,” said the woman again.

Vira was silent. The look of an analog clock embedded in the wall of this cool airy office shows at nine hours or less five minutes.