Black Rose
Similicity Weleh-Weleh
Our ospek time arrived, with black and white uniforms, striped socks like dangdut biduan, he said, the hair is braided like crazy and do not forget the nameplate that hangs with great and proud in each of us where prospective students gather at the campus of our choice.
“Good morning”
“For the handsome and beautiful sister”
“Bagus”
“How are you?”
“Outstanding”
Those were the starting words for our ospek opener this morning.
Like the MOS activities at the SMK school, there are only senior brothers who are looking for a gap to find a gap to prank us and give punishment to us who do not obey the order.
In my group there are 25 members consisting of 15 women and 10 men. Which I have never seen and met. What about my old Junior High and High School friends. Unutk friends of SMPku continued in health while my SMK friends first continued out of the island. Be you stranded on this campus alone with Anton and Ugi taking on different faculty and different group affairs as well.
The level brother who holds each group there are three people including our group. In our group, there are certainly new activities we do, ranging from self-introduction to exchanging phone numbers and berselfi. And do not forget to upload it in our respective dimedsos.
This is where the identity and compactness are resurrected, of course, of the twenty-five humans there are only those whose attitude makes dizziness. Starting from the jutek, the quiet, the jolly, sis ok cool, the royal, the stingy, and others have been collected into one.
When we were excited to introduce ourselves came a level brother who wore an alma mater with the words BEM board with a mask on and I felt no stranger to that figure.
“Sorry because I had a bad business so I was late in your group”
“Ya handsome kaka answer us serempak”
“You why you are so happy, not yet breakfast!” his jolt was so loud that it made one of my group turn towards me all
“Siap kak” I replied firmly. Because knowing who is the level brother who wears a mask that I know very well his voice. Who else if not brother Nengah who supe byebelin in my previous SMK.
The activity in general is that we make yel-yel and train cohesiveness to be contested when gathered in the hall later.
Finished already the yel that our group made with silly moves as a polishing fun in our group.
“Good sisters now is the time for you to open your supplies and exchange with group friends. Whatever you can eat and spend. Understood?!”
“Each sister is handsome and beautiful”
Even against our conscience, it is an obligation for us to speak. Our supplies have been changed according to the instructions given. And there was an incident that made us dumbfounded and stroked the chest.
“Izin sis, I do not want to accept this provision because I am not used to eat it”
We looked at the source of the sound and saw what was behind the rice box we were carrying.
“No rejection and you have to spend it”
“If I don't want how” challenge from our members
“You're the new kid on this campus but your attitude and style is like an artist. You know Luna Maya, such a beautiful artist alone does not feel a burden just to eat tempe. So spend now the provisions you receive and I do not want to hear there is a rejection or any reason from you.” Gertak nengah
After I looked and noticed the provisions in Salwa's hands were the provisions I made this morning. Rice with vegetable sauteed spinach with tempe stew. There was a feeling of guilt and a little inferiority to me. Because what I've noticed is only the simplest of my provisions.
“Salwa if you don't mind, just return the provisions to me if you're not used to eating tempe” I whispered to Salwa
With this gaze Salwa forcefully ate the provisions I brought and chewed them half-heartedly. Nonetheless, I felt relieved that Salwa ate my lunch to the end. Although very long and of course from the beginning to the end mimic his face was not separated from being forced. At least his stomach didn't reject my supply.
Our first day of work today ended very exhausting. With gontai steps we set our feet towards the parking lot, while the walking horse stepped directly out of the gate.
When I passed the parking lot, I saw Salwa entering his car. “wah just deserved not to eat tempe, tempeh, the vehicle alone is not a pony but a horse iron” my argument in the heart by not considering the new students who are still not official it includes me among them.
Very beautiful view of the sky that afternoon, which makes me really enjoy with the breeze that blows my curls still in a branched state and slebew pigtails 😆
Not felt within 15 minutes my feet finished measuring the sidewalk with the end to the front of the boarding gate.
“Assalamualaikum pakde, Nuri rumah”
“Lesu once his face dok, his level brother many who fuss ya” asked the kosan guard
“Yes so sirde, but keep exciting”
“Nothing ndok name is also an adjustment, later also long will get used to and get admirers who can shuttle until ndok” that I feel is a suggestion, temptation and guidance.
“This captain is-anywhere, where anyone wants to be the same Nuri pug and chatty like this. Ugi and Anton alone forced because I as a live radio for them” I joking back pakde
“Which is patient, later there must be someone who can accept you with what is. Later if you have mingled with new friends will certainly be able to adapt to new things. Pakde's son used to be like you but look at it mbak Ayu is now smart and beautiful.” Follow the bude who is cleaning the boarding yard and eavesdropping on our conversation.
“What's right bude? Ayu used to be a pug and chatty like Nuri? Ask me enthusiastically
“Iya cah ayu, just the difference mbak Ayu not pesek” Smile bude kosanku
“Wah bude, then the story mbak Ayu is already beautiful from birth”
“Who mentioned Suketi……? With a tone made sinister and made-up
The arrival of mabak Ayu Pakde and bude kosanyang guards happened to be one campus with me. He's only in 5th semester now.
“Eh no Nuri, tired of ndok? Just take a break. If you serve pakde and bude will not run out one book” seloroh mbak Ayu the person we are discussing.
They get used to calling the ndok if younger than their age and call the mbak designation if the age is above them. That makes us feel comfortable mingling with the boarding guard family. Pakde and Bude have their own home, however, because the kosan belongs to the older brother who is now also settled in Jogya then they are given the task to maintain and care for the boarding that I currently occupy. Their homes are contracted to people who are already married.
“It's mbak, tired. Nuri enter first yes to clean the body and rest. It already smells asyem all” pamitku while smelling both my arms that already smell asyem squared at that time.
It feels like getting a Umrah ticket can rest comfortably and calmly with no interference from the series of stories from Nara, cried Monic who borrowed stationery, whining from Gibran who invites sanity to buy snacks and raids from Argo who fled from scolding umi.
Comfort is what I feel, but the greater the loneliness I enjoy. Because they are far away from all of them. Especially with umi and abi. The most beautiful person in my life and my first love will never be betrayed.
It's a long story about Nuri Tapai why there is no love story?
Take it easy please be patient, the next episode will be made crying Bombay with a love story Nuri similikity welleh-weleh like a greeting from the boarding pact for my budeku if the brand there is a debate that we consider a cuteness.
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