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Selasa, 19 April 2016

Story

You Are Pretty Little Thing



20 years ago, there was a girl who lived in dormitory and has a big dream. That is me, Siska. I was in semester 4 that days, I am study at IAIN Surabaya. Campus, college organization, food, and dormitory were my world. Those are very boring. In the beginning, I am going to tell you about my life in the dormitory. Every morning, at 4 p.m., I started our daily activities. I and my friend prayed, read Al-quran, and clean the dormitory together. There was an unforgettable woman in the dormitory. She is the dormitory’s owner’s wife, and she was very generous, wise, and friendly. She was the one who led us praying everyday. After the subuh pray, we did one of the most boring activities, wiridan. I think every moslem think so, because it takes pretty long time to finish it.
There was an unforgettable woman in the dormitory. She is the dormitory’s owner’s wife, and she was very generous, wise, and friendly. She was the one who led us praying everyday. After wiridan, we should read the holy Al-quran again for a certain time until the sun rises, because most of us need to go to campus. Then, the thing I hated the most taking a shower, because I got very long queue every time I was going to campus. Athough every morning felt so hard, but I tried to enjoy the dormitory.
After campus, usually I went home in the afternoon, and spent my pastime with doing assignment, and having a chat with some guys in the campus through smartphone messenger. It was pretty obvious that I was quite popular in the campus and my dormitory, because I was kind of pretty and easy going. Sometimes I also did stupid stuffs that made all of my dorm friends laughed and ill-feel. My dorm friends felt like my family, although they were annoying sometimes, but I love them so much.
About my love story, it is pretty interesting. When I was in college, I was close with several guys, and the first one is Khoiril. He was in different faculty, but our buildings were pretty close, so I often met him. Our relationship was so short, because he was a type of guy that talked a lot on his social media, but very quiet when we met. Therefore, it was pretty boring, and it felt like nothing was special.
The following guy was Riko who was a communication science student. He was very good looking, and it seemed that he was the one that every girl wanted to be with. The first time I met him was a coincidence. We met in a flower store, when he wanted to buy a bunch of flowers for his girlfriend, but he gave those flowers to me in the end. When I tried to give the flowers back in the campus, his girlfriend who was in the same faculty with me was furious to see me. Yep, all the drama was started, and that moment made me and Rico was getting closer. However, I gave up on Rico in the end, although I actually liked him. I just felt that he was too perfect for me, and many said that he was a player.
The last guy was Dimas who was the one that I can’t forget for the rest for my life. Yes, he never disappointed me, and I felt that I was the happiest girl in the world. We had been through a lot of times and memories that are always worth remembering. Of course, there were troubles, dramas, and arguments in every relationship, but those things were not as big as our love and belief. We could handle every fight that came to us.
One day, he invited me to come to his hometown, Madura. I met his parents, and all of his family, and I was really happy. They were so kind to me, and it made me thought much further about my future with Dimas. It felt like that Dimas was the right one for me. Few months later, Dimas also visited my home in Jakarta to meet my parents, and my parents liked him, especially my mom. I was so glad to know that, and I started to talk about marriage to Dimas.
Everything suddenly changed when Dimas revealed that he was arranged by his family to marry a girl. It had been a kind of Madura culture that every family should arrange their kids’ marriage, and it was forbidden for Madura people to marry Javanese. I felt so rough and broken to hear that truth, and it felt that my life was over.  Nevertheless, Dimas did not just leave me alone and marry the girl. He was still there for me, and it made me happy. However, it was just for a while, until he was really gone, and never came back again.

There were only sadness, pain, and disappointment that I felt for weeks. All of my friends were so sorry for me, and they made me to forget that loss, although it took quite long time. Then, I realized that friends were priceless for me, and I was just focus on my study.  

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