The Toga Rahayu

Malang 2011

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“One word, one soul champion”

Such is the sound of yel-yel yelling that continues to roar all the time during the orientation period of new students 2011. I'm a 2011 freshman, my name is Puspita Rahayu, from a suburban town, and from High School.

my great luck at this time is that I can be accepted at one of the Negri University in Malang through the invitation path and of course with the help of the Bidik mission scholarship.

Along with hundreds of baba from various callings makes me “smile” in disbelief, if I can continue school. Faculty of Agriculture with a major in Agribusiness, where many cool people there.

Born to a disadvantaged, low-caste family, my mother was a housekeeper and my father was a building clerk. The intake of food that is less nutritious makes me not grow with an ideal body weight, no matter has a thin and short body, but I still have a sweet face and worrisome said my mother.

At least by having a sweet face I hope in Malang will be able to get the soul mate of rich people like stories in soap operas.

“Vote one contest writing diary falls on Puspita Rahayu “.

The sound of the host of student intimacy week announced who the winner of the competition wrote the diary. Yes during this orientation period we will be tasked to write our activities diary during the implementation of ospek both on campus and off campus.

It was amazing I was so surprised, why I could win when I only told about my activities all day, without any spices there.

What made them the committee interested in my first life for a few days in Malang.

Well I will tell you, coming from a poor family certainly makes me have some difficulties before being in the poor at this time, I set out with a strong and confident determination capital and old people's ridho.

By bringing a little rupiah, 500 thousand at that time, came from the joint venture of my mother teacher High School who was kind enough to give me pocket money. So that I can still continue school, For me the money of 500 thousand was very large at that time, but after arriving in Malang it turns out oh it turns out that 250 thousand I used to pay the cost, but after arriving in Malang it turns out that oh it turns out that 250 thousand I used to pay the cost, the rest I use as a handle to survive and for the purposes of ospek until my student period can be liquid.

Unlike most Maba in general who first set out to move between parents or family, I set out alone with only one backpack and one red crackle that contained clothes, he said, prayer equipment and toiletries.

I set out between my fathers on an ontel bike to wait for the passing bus. The distance from my house to where the bus passes is about 5 km. While riding on an ontel bike that was rammed by my father, I looked at the vast expanse of rice fields, I dreamed when I graduated I would return to the place of origin, become an agricultural scholar “millennial” farmer,

While waiting for the bus that passed by you gave a lot of encouragement to me.

“nak sepurane seng akeh yes, mr. ora can love pocket money that many gawe your crew, mr. ora can buy zinc pantes gawe you, father may pray mugi-mugi Gusti Allah gave barokah, healthy and grace to you”.

While the father kept stroking my hair and patting my shoulders. I tried not to cry but still the clear grains fell as well, I could not bear it. I'm moved.

“My father left first yes Assalamualaikum”

While I kissed his hand and I hugged my father's black and thin body because it was exposed to too much sunlight

I got on the bus and I saw my father from the bus waving his hands and sobbing to take me off.

“I must be strong I must be able”.

Those are the words I always put into my heart.

I set out alone, carrying little provisions, sitting alone on the side of the bus door, still sobbing, he said, I was scared in a new place by myself but I had to set out and start my new life, to fight to change my destiny for the better.

Arriving in Malang, I did not have a place to stay, I was alone, really alone no relatives, my old classmate who one school I used to be, I was alone, there is no sister level from the same High School, I also do not have HP to exchange communication with the friends of the received generation.

"She's actually afraid to live alone, I'm not used to being away from family, I'm not used to doing everything myself, but I'm more afraid that I'll live poor forever".

Walking and walking, looking for the cheapest cost, it is difficult to find a place that can pay rent for a month, on average, have to pay 6 months or even a year.

Until the time before 21:00 there was one house that was open, I went to the house and finally with a long negotiation, the homeowner allowed me to spend the first month here.

It turned out that the need for ospek was very much, I had to buy various kinds of papers, glue, ribbons and some clothing accessories, which I did not bring from home, which I did not bring, not not to take it just there is nothing to bring.

I only brought three steel clothes superiors and formal subordinates that was also the skirt of the subordinates of the High School uniform, again not what is important I can go to college, so that I can change my life now for the better.

A veil? Don't ask, I only carry 3 colors.

Not without reason too, at that time the veil was not much like now, for me the veil something very expensive that I could not buy, so I brought my school uniform veil at “ white High School time, blue and brown”.

“Shoes?”

At that time I wore my black SMA shoes with the bottom already started to open the seams, like hunger so basic if you use the road can be “mangap-mangap”. While walking dragging so as not to be wider the part that has been opened seams.

During the University and Faculty ospek process which lasted for 1 week, I got a lunch of rice box and snack along with drinking it. Of course I am very happy to be able to save on food expenses for the next few days.

For breakfast, I never had breakfast during Maba's orientation. It is desirable to fast alone in addition to getting rewards and blessings as well, again to save.

I bought a large one-pack of tamarin candy for 5000 rupiah, used for sahur meals for a few days, rice boxes and snack boxes that I got from the orientation period I used to break my fast. That's how the contents of the diary for several days became a master in Malang, until I got the champion writing the best diary from the committee of maba.

How does my story continue in Malang? Let's follow the story. 2011 Let's get together.

“salam one word, one soul Juar”

This is where the story begins.