The Smile of God for Marissa

Preparation for the Capital

This morning I set foot on campus again after a while I was absent. I'll walk my feet to the administration of the psychology faculty on the second floor.

After passing the stairs I finally arrived at the faculty administration room. I noticed the atmosphere of the room that seemed to be deserted. For a moment I was silent. I tried to knock on the door and say hello.

"Assalamualaik."

I waited a while but there was no answer. I leaned my head against the wall near the entrance, and the gaze went round the corridor, looking for maybe someone around me but nothing. There's no one around me. Once again I say hello because I suspect the officer in the administration room may be doing other activities so as not to hear my greetings.

"Assalamualaikum" I said again.

" Neylorda." A woman's voice answered my greeting. I immediately went in and found a middle-aged mother who was busy releasing her mucus. It turned out that he had just performed the Dhuha prayer.

"I'm sorry Mom, I'm Marissa Wulandari, a seventh-semester psychology student." I'm silent for a moment. " I was informed that I had orders to leave for Jakarta." My welcome.

" O . . . Marissa, Junaidi has been waiting for you for a long time. " Sahut Bu Pini, administrative officer.

" Now I will take care of the administration for my departure ma'am." My welcome.

" All administrations are in Junaidi sir. If not wrong, he also bought a plane ticket for you to go home. Try to meet him in the lecturer's room."

"Good, Mom. Thank ye. Please pray for her blessing, ma'am. " I salute Miss Pini.

" May God provide ease and fluency in your affairs, son."

"Aamiin, thank you, Mom." Bu Pini nodded. I left the administration room and walked towards the lecturer room on the first floor.

*

"Assalamualaikum" arrived at the lecturer's room, I said my greetings.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah." I immediately entered and told Mr. Amir, one of the lecturers sitting by the door that I wanted to see Mr. Junaidi. After Mr. Amir welcomed me, I immediately walked towards Mr. Junaidi's desk. He was sitting with his focus on the laptop in front of him.

"Assalamualaikum sir. " I saw Mr. Junaidi stop his activities and looked at me. He smiled and told me to sit down. I saw his hand start looking for the file stacked in front of him.

"Here, a copy of the invitation letter, this is the letter of duty from the rector, and this is the plane ticket. Tomorrow morning we will depart from NYI Ageng Serang international airport. The plane will take off at ten, but boarding time is one hour before takeoff. So we leave campus at six in the morning." Junaidi explained. I could only nod my head in understanding.

" Thank you for your guidance and assistance. I don't know how to return the Good Father all this time to me."

" Do your best, and be the best is enough for Mr. Junaidi." Slowly follow. " You didn't show up on campus for a long time, so you're having a hard time giving me more information." Connect Junaidi sir.

" Yes, Sir. Insha'allah. Thank you” I said excitedly. There was nothing I could do but nod and nod in understanding. A moment later, I pleaded with Mr. Junaidi.

“ Wait, Risa. “ Mr. Junaidi stopped my steps. I immediately turned my back on undoing my intention of leaving the lecturer room full.

“Iya, Sir. “

“You don't want to ask how we leave tomorrow?” god Mr. Junaidi. I just smiled shyly. What Mr. Junaidi asked was not even in my mind. My brain is filled with how I prepare for my departure tomorrow.

“Please excuse me, Sir. I . . I forgot to ask. “ Maybe my face is as red as a boiled crab. And I saw some lecturers looking at me while other lecturers were holding back their laughter. I'm ashamed I didn't get a bitch when I realized how stupid I was today. All the lecturers in the lecturer room laughed loosely. “Oh my God, “ I can only stroke my chest withstanding shame.

“What's Marissa doing ? “ asked Mr. Imam to tease me. I just shook my head.

“We'll leave at seven from campus. You have to get to campus half an hour before departure because the Rector will let you go.” Junaidi explained. I can only say “iya, thank you, God willing, and all my approval sentences. Finally, Mr. Junaidi let me go. I left the lecturer room with a shame that I could not hide because of my stupidity.

***

Today I feel my stupidity so high. After I met Mr. Junaidi in the lecturer room, I stepped into the campus library. I'm looking for all the supporting literature books to study at home. Not to mention my feet coming into one campus library, I've bumped into a visitor. And without ba bi bu, after I said my apologies, I ran towards the elevator and pressed the number three button. In the elevator, I was both with a bespectacled student who I myself did not know what major and what semester. Not much to do, to wait for the door to open, I opened my phone and read some messages in the Jakarta scientific contest group. There are rules that must be obeyed by participants related to activities that will begin tomorrow.

The elevator door opened and without seeing the numbers on the board, I walked out. I saw the student in glasses looking at me astonished to say something to me but I paled. I walked away from the elevator and wanted to enter the library door. But I broke my intention. I looked at a room that I thought was very foreign. I almost screamed in disbelief that I did not recognize the room I had just entered. Usually in room three, where books related to psychology were, I sat in the corner of the room on the right near the blue paint window. But today the usual place has changed a lot. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the room once more, to make sure I saw it wrong. But it turns out I was wrong. The room was still as organized as the beginning I entered. I'm riveted. Confused about what to do until finally a library suspect came to see me.

“Good day, anything I can help you with?” I was stunned again. It turns out that in addition to the arrangement of the room, the campus has also hired a new library officer. I immediately revealed what was inside my brain.

“ Sorry Mbak. This room since I worked here five years ago is still the same. It hasn't changed and there hasn't been a shift in place. Is the new student ?”

What ? He doesn't even know me and I don't know him. I scratched my head that was covered in a sea-blue hijab, my favorite color.

“If I may know, what floor is this library Bu? “ my questionnaire full search. The young lady in front of me looked at me in wonder.

“If you think what floor is ? “ instead of answering, the library officer asked back.

“Three floors.” Sahutku. I thought that the officer was going to test me, until I finally realized that he was laughing at me.

“What's Mom laughing at ? Am I wrong ? “ I'm annoyed. I wanted to go to him, but I paled.

“ Of course you are wrong. How I was wrong. “

“ Sorry if I was wrong, Mom. “ I said as I ran to the elevator and once again I pushed the number three. There were a lot of students in the elevator but I really didn't want to look at them. All I saw was the numbers on the elevator board and the arrows showing the movement of the elevator, which turned out to be sliding up to the seventh floor. After the door opened on the seventh floor, the direction of the arrow headed down. I remained wary of looking at the numbers, until finally the numbers actually pointed to the number three. I went out and went to the room I had been looking for. After entering the room I looked for a favorite place that I used to linger in the library. The place is still the same as before I was absent for one week volunteering.

I say hello to the library staff, Bu Khotimah and Mr. Arif greet Mr. Khotimah and then walk to the daycare bag and towards the chair in the corner of the room.

***

After coming from the library, footsteps led me to the command headquarters of the student regiment. Even though I saw it so quiet, I still wanted to go in. Missing my room and my friends who were mainly on duty to guard the campus made me want to enter the room immediately. I didn't see some men passing in front of me. Today everyone may say that I am arrogant, but let them be with their own assessment of me.

Knock the door hard and enter the half-open room.

“Assalamaicum. “

“waalaikum salam” answers from inside make me curious to see who is the guardian of headquarters this afternoon. I almost hit my junia junior.

“Good day, Sen. “ Junia said while saluting me. Our call is indeed senior and junior. I don't know where it started, which obviously we do in accordance with the customs that apply from when.

“Good day. Who are you here with, Jun? “ my handkerchief while entering the secretary room, a room that I have occupied for several years.

“So I was with Tutik, Sen. Now Tutik is taking lower semester college, so I'm on my own. Senior Risa is empty ? No lectures today ?” soft sap.

“ I've even finished all courses. Just waiting for KKN and sripsi. “ I replied slowly.

“Wow, great dong Sen. Though Sen Risa is only semester seven.”

“Aalhamdulillah's. “

“Sen. “ Junia called me while looking at me curious.

“What's up?”

“ Is it true Ndan Qomar is married ?”

Hearing her question I was stunned. I felt a chill infiltrate the recesses of my chest, there was pain, and maybe fresh blood was flowing back there. I didn't answer Junia's question right away. For a moment I was glued. I'd love to say that it's none of my business, but I pare. I saw Junia staring at me.

“Sen Risa why ?” ask Junia full of search. He sat in front of me holding my hand. “ Sen Risa don't be sad ya ! Indeed, something that comes to us is not always directly proportional to what we dream. God always breaks our hearts to avoid us at the wrong soul mate.” There is so much that Junia said, either let alone, but what I need to underline is, God often breaks our hearts to avoid the wrong soul mate. Oh Junia, you're a kid but your words are so grown up.

“Thank you, June. You're too smart for a Junia.” size My speech. Hearing my words Junia was surprised. Seraya.

“Don't think that I'm under you Sen Risa. I was even born before you. It was fate that brought me to be your junior on this campus. But Sen Risa should know that I am older than you and rest assured that for such matters, I am more experienced.”

“O yes ? Where do you know that . . .” my sentence is hanging. Not because I didn't want to say it but I really wanted to avoid leaking my feelings to the wrong person.

“ Everyone knows that Sen Risa fell in love with Ndan Qomarb and vice versa.” Her speech. “We even assume that Sen Risa and Ndan Qomar have become lovers.” Junia breathed deeply. “ Turns out I was mistaken.” Reciprocity. There was sadness in front of me

“You why sad ?”

Junia breathed deeply. He looked me in the face and half a second later threw out a walled look that glued together the organizational structure of this three-year student regiment.

“There will never be anyone who believes that the commander can leave his secretary. So far we have assumed that both of my seniors are father and mother in this organization. One as father and secretary as mother. We always feel terayomi, but everything will change soon. We already feel like we have a stepmom.”

“Already. Whatever happens we must accept the stepmother because our father does. As children we can only agree on what the actions of the father as long as it does not deviate from the norm.”

“But, Sen. Did you not at all want to prevent that wedding yesterday ?” There was a furious tone in Junia's sentence. I just shook my head.

“Taka da who can hinder the will of God. Whatever and however we avoid, if it is His destiny, we will meet. Then why are you still blaming things?’

Once again Junia sighed.

“Jun, please don't remind me of my feelings after this.” My love. Junia. His eyes glazed over me.

“Is this what brought Sen Risa to campus ? “

I'm shaking.

“Contin ?” continued.

“ Don't kepo. “

“Tell me that Sen Risa is not hurt. I would be very proud if Risa's sen could soon forget about Ndan Qomar and replace it with a better one.”

“ Why ?”

“ Sen . . . time so far in the sun campus, never know the name Syamsa the stepmother ?” jeria shouted while glaring.

“Again. I even got to know Syamsa after the landslide. He's limp, and he doesn't have any strength and for me it would be better if he got a backrest like Qomar.”

“Ehm” Junia. I kept quiet because I didn't want to prolong my debate with my juniors. Even though he said he was older than me, I would never consider it necessary to make a focus to pour out all my heart.

"Can I believe that the caring and warm senior Marissa is someone who has no concern for others?" junia's words were very tickling, but I stayed in my opinion, no matter what people said I would never think because I really knew who I was.