
I Love Techniques, Umah!!!
That's how our yel-yel is, though,
I became one of the male-majority engineering kids, with a senior look that didn't attract him. Shabby hair, torn pants, smelly body and another one of his clothes tangled.Ah, ah, where is the handsome guy who says he's a lot on the college bench?
"God is tired!!"
I grumbled but was happy because the Orientation Study and Campus Introduction period was over, next week I was already a legitimate student. I was impatient with the scenery I would face on this lecture bench.
Rich in soap operas, enter campus in a hurry uh collision, so. finish is it as beautiful as that?
"Kynaya we should talk". Asiah's voice suddenly dispersed my daydream.
I nodded and Nadia too I saw her face was serious.
" Our house is about to be finished, I'm not in your room, I want to be with Nadia. If you want to be with us, you find your own friend for your roommate " obviously Asiah to the point without thinking about how surprised I was to hear it.
" what so, we promise Sia room. I'm not a matter of money, I don't dare to sleep alone because of trauma uda ever seen pocong, really it's you"!. answer me with heartlessness.
"if I don't interfere Ay, the Asiah who invited me so I want to". continued Nadia who added my burden with her answer.
I was angry with the two of them, I took HP and headed to the attic, I had to tell Mama. Previously, our boarding house was only a temporary place before our rental house was completed. Initially I roomed with Asiah and Nadia herself but injustice occurred with as good as possible to make a decision.
"Ma, please Kynaya Ma". My crying voice landed smoothly when the phone was connected.
" Why, how come we cry"? asked Mama in surprise.
I tell you everything with an unrelenting cry. My mother was also angry, she called my hostel at that time to help me find another hostel. True said the hadith, the most painful is to hope in humans.
I was busy with things that went up and down the stairs I brought with Mr. Host while Nadia and Asiah they seemed to not care about my whereabouts and my circumstances. They laughed, told me even the intention to help me they didn't want to.
Mama's words are blissful in my mind that people who are zolimized will always get God's help. I become the spirit back, revenge is also useless. I'm as tears are sometimes still left to drip, sometimes still left to drip, the fatigue of 3 days is nothing compared to the damage to my mood this afternoon, even though I still swear on the black and white ospek shirt but my tears are wet.
Without saying goodbye, I left the hostel that I made sure I would never return.
sad to live in the city of people by likening friends sekampung is his own brother even become the most real enemy.
Mr. Kost also encouraged that life in the city of people is so hard especially if I just one kara no one I know, they are also only friends of one district. my hostel this time is a bit far from campus, hope it gives comfort so that my tears are not always thrown away in vain.
Late night is similar to my crumpled face, HP is very hot because it is connected to Mama's phone, I want Mama to accompany me tonight because there are many bad people in it.