Me, Dusk, And Falsity

Me, Dusk, And Falsity
Chapter 5


Device Selection Class


Suddenly, a smile now approached Fisya. There was no order from anyone he even recalled the figure of the man who looked at him. Yes the man who was none other than Fatimah's friend and gave a smile to him.


Fisya felt strange and a little curious about the man. Fisya had never met him before, let alone said hello. But, why did he suddenly throw a smile and seem sincere. Not wanting to stay up because in the ghost of curiosity finally Fisya ventured to ask about the man to Fatimah.


“ Hemm, Fatimah's brother was the same brother who sat the older sister yes?” Fisya immediately asked the core of the problem


“ Which one is Brother Fis? ” Zahra inquired it seems that she is also a little curious


“ Oh who himself joined the deck? ” Fatimah began to understand the direction of Fisya's question


With a little red hue on the cheek because the question was immediately understood Fatimah. Fisya nodded.


“ Oh, it's called Hariz dek, sister-class friends, and happened to be a village with sister ” Fatimah explained a little about the man.


With a nodding head Fisya tried to receive every info that Fatimah gave him. Suddenly from the right side of his shoulder like a pat. Fisya turned his face slightly and it turned out that it was Zahra with eyes that seemed to say something.


“ Cie kak Fisya asked about men ” while continuing to nudge Zahra's shoulders unceasingly teasing Fisya to the point of not feeling Fisya's cheeks were reddened with embarrassment.


“ Why is the same deck as Hariz? “ Fatimah tried to ask back like she was also in the kepo


Fisya took a breath first to neutralize his tomato face. Once in the sense he returned to the beginning Fisya also tried to explain everything. Fisya explained that he was actually just curious about the man. And there is no other intention.


Fisya has not been able to open his heart back to taste problems. She is still too traumatized by her past. Fisya thought it was enough yesterday that he was so confident in the words of men. This time he had to be extra careful with all that.


It's been a long time Fisya tried to explain what he meant. I hope both of them believe in his words. But it turned out to be only a hope because the fact is that they both did not believe Fisya. Even worse, they discussed the topic again.


“ Eh yes-iya Zahra just realized that he was a little different yes kak ” instantly Zahra hugged the hand of Fatimah like anyone else she wanted.


“ Kak send greetings yes same bang Hariz ” absolutely right Zahra must have wanted.


“ Basic Zahra can not see the clear a little directly deh send greetings ” somehow Fisya a little annoyed with Zahra. “ Does it matter where Ra is? You are a flirtatious time Ra pack show send greetings all over again ”


“ Yes different aja brother, brother the not pay attention. His eyes are very narrow, keep his face white smooth like a chinese-chinese sister, funny anyway ” try to explain every inch of the man with a face that smiles alone.


“ Fisya also send greetings yes ” unconsciously the words came out of Fisya's mouth.


***


As usual after passing the campus fence the three of us waved. Yes, definitely to go to class. And as usual Zahra reminded me if the gathering point is in front of the pepus.


Fisya went straight to his class which was right in front of the male lecturer room. Of course it's an advantage for them. They are not difficult to get out the door because they just have to look ahead to see if there are lecturers who want to enter their class.


Slowly Fisya entered the class by saying greetings. Some friends who were already inside seemed to answer Fisya's greeting simultaneously. Fisya went straight towards Riska and Dina who had previously waved at him.


We talked for a while about our personal life. The goal is that we get to know each other more.Suddenly from the back there are those who tell us to stop the conversation. He immediately walked to the front of the class and voiced his opinion to us.


“ Assalamua’laikum friends, please request a moment and attention for a moment ”


The other students seemed to be compactly answering the greeting. And be ready to wait and listen to what is to be said.


“ We've had a few days. I have a suggestion if we choose our class device. Yes my goal just want this class to run more smoothly and compact in the future ”


Fisya and other students strongly agreed with the proposal. Finally, they also chose several candidates who will be nominated later. There are 3 positions that will be chosen, namely kosma, secretary, and treasurer.


After discussing the selection of 3 candidates from each position. Among the candidates there is Riska running for secretary. While Dina and Fisya ran for treasurer. The delivery of vision and mission they do one by one in front of the class.


All candidates have delivered a variety of different visions and missions. Without waiting for long, they voted. Not a deliberation of his name if there is not a little obstacle. Yes the first vote is an election to vote for the secretary and the result is won by Riska.


But, one candidate did not accept it because it was unfair with the results he got too little compared to other candidates. Not wanting the class to be anarchist one of the students suggested repeating the vote.


And yes after voting again the result remains the same he still lost. Not accepting himself losing for the second time he immediately left the classroom with an angry and disappointed face. Fisya who saw this understood what he felt. Surely he was disappointed because he had previously given advice to memlih class devices but, instead, he was not selected.


After class is back. They continued their voting. And a few minutes later all the votes have been won and it is known who the winner is. One of the students who played the role of a vot writer also announced the winner.


“ Thank you all friends we have got the device in this class. For the kosma won by brother Muhammad Idam, the secretary was won by sister Riska, and the treasurer was won by sister Fisya ”