The Toga Rahayu

Molen and Donut

I was still awake all night, somehow the drowsiness did not come too, the atmosphere of the night was increasingly quiet and quiet, only a few moments heard the sound of rats in the kitchen running around, and the sound of mice, maybe they're fighting over food or maybe they're looking for a partner. I don't know if only the rats know.

Even though I've been here for a month, I haven't made too many friends at my boarding house. I prefer to be alone, I am reluctant to get to know them too deeply, just hay when I cross paths.

I am also lazy to share my story with others, because most of them live in sufficiency, they never feel shortcomings like me.

I prefer to eat alone in the room, compared to eating together with friends, when it comes to lunch or dinner.

I prefer to enjoy my world in my room. Eating together with friends will only add to the burden of life. Because every meal they usually with a complete menu of side dishes, vegetables and ice drinks, while I sometimes only eat with vegetables or fish only. Drinking it must be refillable gallon water.

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It seems that the morning began to say hello, the sound of dawn, I rushed to carry out my duties as a Muslimah in general, then I continued to teach surah al-waqiah, I continued, like my mom used to do at home. After carrying out my usual duties, I went downstairs to wash my clothes. It looks like not a normal day in general, this morning is very crowded.

There were some noisy rooms and there were some MUA there, apparently today there was graduation. Some boarding schools have graduations as well. Seen from the faces of those who began to be made up by MUA, some had changed clothes, some were waiting in line to take a shower and some began to put on their hijab. Usually, this clock is still silent without sound.

“Excuse me mbk, today there is graduation”.

“Iya deck today there is graduation, period 3 generation 2007-2008”.

“Wisudanya where mbak?”.

“On campus building Sa**r**a, which yesterday you used for ospek University dek”.

“Happy yes mbak also happy for the blessings and benefits of his knowledge, Aamiin”.

I went back to the bathroom and washed a few pieces of clothes while drying them. After that I went back to my room, the sleepiness started to come. The morning was still very dark only at 5 am, it's good I slept a little later today Saturday there is no lecture schedule as well.

The atmosphere on the lower floor is getting crowded, looks family of some of the mbak-mbak already on come and get ready to the location.

“Ah I want to come too, want to see how the atmosphere when graduation”, of course leave alone dong. All right, I'll get ready first.

Arriving at the campus, the atmosphere looks very crowded unlike ordinary days in general, if Saturday and Sunday campus looks quiet. Today there are so many cars lined up along the entrance road, until all the parking is full.

Looks like some new parents came, wearing matching clothes with other family members. There are also those who wear kebaya just as persih with their children who are graduating. There are also parents who tidy up their clothes and toga. There are also those who hold their children's hands to the graduation ceremony place. Looks haru and happy.

The atmosphere was very crowded like there was a celebration. Many photographers began to install tents to take pictures, with the background of books stacked as in general.

I was amazed to see this crowd, because this was the first time I saw the atmosphere of the graduation procession. There seemed to be some students selling there, I observed their activities.

Maybe this is the answer to all my worries last night, I will try to get money through the sales line.

Some students there are selling flower bouquets, some are selling special graduation sovenirs, some are selling food and drinks. Some offer photo documentation services.

I do not have a lot of capital, and the time left is only a short time, then I began to think, to sell cakes only, no need for large capital, no need for large capital, no need to make me just stay looking for the container as the place.

“Yes well maybe this is the way, to add money pay kos”.

I rushed back to my boarding house, I ran because graduation time was only short, after this the graduates and parents would come out. The sooner I get back to college with a cake the better.

Arriving at the boarding house, I went straight to the kitchen looking for something I could use as a cake storage. I found a fairly large white transparent box complete with a lid. Of course it's not mine. I hurried to get it and wash it.

I knocked on some of the rooms with the kitchen, luckily there were still people there.

“Excuse me, who's this mbk box?”.

“Sorry I don't know, not mine” some answers from the room I tapped.

Ah that's whoever has sorry I borrowed for a moment huh.

I immediately walked to my boarding store, I yesterday took a chance to buy donuts and molen there, the size is quite large so it can support a hungry stomach.

I bought 50 pieces consisting of 25 moles and 25 donuts at a price of Rp 1000,- per pcs. I choose the largest so that the more appetizing buyers.

After buying molen and donuts I then headed back to campus, this time I did not run I walked like bias, I was afraid that the cake would fall. Maybe here who come to sell and still only me, most of the students sell for the benefit of the organization or an event, but not with me.

I'm selling for myself, to make a living here. It may seem selfish but that's how things are.

I started to offer my cake to some people there, I didn't care about some people looking at me, because I was selling myself, unlike other students who sell in groups like a group that is carrying out its mission.

I approached almost everyone who was huddling there, to offer a cake. I paced and continued to walk from one end to the other end of the graduation building.

“Excuse me sir, excuse me buk-cake, the cake is delicious sweet-sweet”.

That is how it continues until all the merchandise runs out, which is left tired because I walked without rest from this morning until the dzuhur.

I sat for a while in Rad**Pa*ah mosque while waiting for prayer, suddenly I felt a salty taste in my mouth apparently sweat from my forehead flowing and dripping as the heat went around from end to end.

I am so tired, now I understand why sweat and tears taste salty, because every struggle is nothing sweet.