The Story of Sigma Men
24. Campus Story
~ Is something fun can only be realized with funny things then laugh.
The first school hour is over. The hours that looked boring to the lazy student had already passed. There is still one more course before enjoying a wonderful time at home or at the boarding house.
One of the students in the class came to the front of the class. He looks visually beautiful. He was designed as if accompanied by ten ministers, very confident. He seems to have the capacity of a leader of high integrity. His chest was fielded, his chest was firm, and not handsome. Below the standard for a private college student.
Meanwhile, other students are still busy with their business, fiddling with his cellphone, diving into the beauty of cyberspace, cool listening to music, and drifting in the game.
“Consideration!! Caution!!”
The sound was coming to the corners of the room. Some students who heard the sound lost their concentration.
The voice that sounded in a very fitting tone if he made himself as a candidate messed with the thoughts of students, especially students who sat in the front seat.
They recorded the sound clearly. Others began to notice and justify their seats. It's natural! The second day of their lecture was not so familiar with each other.
So they look surprised suddenly there is a person standing in front of the class with a floor.
“Include, my name is Syarifuddin Yaqub. Hmm.. like this... Comrades. We need someone in charge of organizing and coordinating everything in this class. We need a class leader to organize each of our lectures. Then rather than that, I will run all those tasks.”
Suddenly Girang, who was sitting at the very back, shouted, “Sorry!! Try repeating what you said! You don't hear.”
“Good. Look, we need someone to organize and coordinate everything in this class. So, I am the one who will do the job. Therefore, Friends please understand. This is immediately in our mutual interest.”
“O yes, what was the name of the person?” whispered to the man next to him.
“Syarif... Syarif,” whispered Zahid slowly.
“Who is he here? That's grand! Just know yet, know-know-know has become a leader unilaterally.”
Zahid remained silent.
“Why don't we just do the selection?” shout Anton.
“Looks like we don't have to do that,” Sharif replied.
“Why? Would it be more democratic if the election was held?”
“YA... YEA... RIGHT... RIGHT...!!” another scream.
“Yes, we have to make an election. Let's be fair!!” yelled up while pointing upwards.
“Sorry, it looks like this is the best. I'm sure this is best for us. I'll try for you guys.”
Syarif spoke out with passion as if he was praying for his party, a passion for proclaiming his leadership.
“Huuu... UNDEMOCRATIC!!” shouted some students.
Sharif sighed. “This is a decision. FROM NOW ON I AM THE ONE WHO BECAME THE LEVEL LEADER IN THIS CLASS!! Thanks for the attention.”
Sharif sat back in his place. Meanwhile, the other thirty-four students were busy with their own thoughts.
***
In the classroom, at the very back, at the very corner to the right of the blackboard, there is a Girang. His body was slightly bent, his eyebrows thin, and his face was always cheerful.
It feels empty if his life does not laugh in a day. He is good at rhetoric, good at playing words, good at expressing faces, and easy to get along with others.
“O yes, your name is Zahid, right?” ask Girang familiar.
“Ya.”
“I Alumni SMA Negeri Plus Once. Which alumni are you, buddy?”
“SMA Private Gaul.”
“Private?”
“Yes. Why?”
“It's okay.”
“Why if I'm a private school alumnus?”
“He he he. Looks like your senses are high. Your face also looks serious. O yes, why didn't you get into State College?”
“No pass.”
“Definitely disappointed?”
“Yes,” replied Zahid while holding his cheek with his left fist.
“Enjoy it, Friend. If you graduate, of course you will not meet a handsome, kind, saving, and diligent person, like me. Ha ha.”
Zahid looked blankly. Very proud of him! grunts in the heart.
“What do you think of this campus? In my opinion anyway, we must be very differentiated with other campuses, especially by state campuses.”
Zahid shrugged his shoulders and turned his face towards Girang.
“Hei. Gold is still gold,” said Zahid. “Well that he was in the water in the vessel, or he was in the dirty water!”
“Ha. How super!!! Super once!!!”
***
The atmosphere of the class is still upset by the pretentious act of Sharif as if he is the most worthy to become the Level Leader. Many students in that class did not interfere in the legitimacy of his leadership.
Syarif claims to be a leader with no one to propose but himself.
After the Department's office, Syarif returned to his class.
“It looks like we don't have a lecture, because Bu Reni can't go in for this first week. So, we can go home.”
They can breathe free air again. That's them, not so happy with the class atmosphere. Most of them went to college because they were told to by their parents, not because of their own wishes.
“Look! Huuu... so said our leader!” caci Girang while shaking.
Zahid.
“Let's go home, man! Where is your house?
“In Seven hours,” replied Zahid flat.
“Near Ampera Bridge?”
“Yes. Your home?
“Di Kertapati, Sungki.”
“Ouugh... deserve!”
“Worthy why, Friend?”
“Characters of people like you are born out of habit and environment.”
They both went outside the class. Not many students are visible because it is still college hours.
While they can go home early because there are no more college hours. They walked to the parking lot.
“Why did you go to college, Jok?” tanya Girang while highlighting the campus buildings that look magnificent. They walk in rows.
“Huh. Ask yourself first!”
“Ha. You can't answer that easy question, can you? Don't tell me you gave up, man!” girang said with a bit of a mock.
Zahid sighed. “If you knew what I knew!”
“Uiisshh's. So wise of you, man! No regrets I entered this private campus!”
“Indeed why?” ask Zahid in wonder.
“Yes I can meet and befriend a wise and mysterious person like you.”
“I also.”
“Also what?”
“Can meet and make friends with a freak like you!” zahid said while scratching his eel with the index finger of his left hand.
“Same as I thought. Why do you want to go to college? Must be looking for college angels, right? This handsome guy like you has at least three girlfriends.”
“Huuft. Strange base!”
“What's weird, man?My logic and anyone's logic would think that you're a playboy. Billie Joe Armstrong. maybe.. that's it. hmm... Vino... Vino Bastian.”
“Serah!” zahid said sebal.
“Because of science, are you in college?”
Zahid nodded slowly.
“Uiihhh... uiiihhh. If I were a woman, I would be willing to edit, man. Handsomest. Wisely. Smart. Tight height body. The women's dream!!! The women's dream!!!”
Zahid smiled wryly, but his heart was upset. “What are you doing college for?”
He turned his face to the sky. He lifted his hand into the air. “Woah! Whoa! That voice... that voice too!!! The women's dream!!! Very fitting intonation and tone for a handsome man like you, Friend.”
“Colah. I'm serious.”
“And.. ohh my God, unfortunately I am a man. Too bad. If I were a woman, I would be a thousand willing to be her lover. How charming he is when he is serious.”
“Huft.”
Zahid was getting upset. I can't wait for him to go home. He hastened his pace. His eyebrows swooped down. Guyonan Girang was unable to make him laugh.
“Susan? What about Susan?”
“Which one?”
“Susan.” Girang said with a face full of playboy-playboyish-an. “Beautiful woman in our class... huuuu... do you want??”
“You can take it if you want.”
The gears pushed Zahid. “Can I borrow your face, buddy?”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Yeah.. If with a mediocre face like my face, certainly not able to steal Susan's heart. Well, I'd like to borrow your face first, man.”
“Absurd.... absurd...!!!” mummy Zahid.
“How about we go to Cinde Market?”
“Huft... for what?”
“To find sales face-face handsome, face like you. Ha ha ha ha.”
Zahid looked at his footsteps.
Oh my God, will tomorrow be the same as today? ask in the heart.
***
