Monday -May 19th 2008- will be my last day for a college classes. Actually, it should be yesterday, but one of my classes still left one more lecture, out of its original schedule but it’s OK. It has been four years I’m studying here, at ITB Biology Study Program. Many things passed with love, joy, angry, and sadness. Four years. It’s not a short time.
Let me remind my last four years activity. Actually, it’s not exactly four years, but more from mid August when I was accepted at the ITB, the most prestigious school in Indonesia. It was around 7 PM when I went to the internet booth by motorcycle with my closer friend, Dimas. He’s my closer friend since we studied at elementary school. We also studied at the same junior and senior high, also at the extra courses in Nurul Fikri Study Guidance (NF).
The internet booth located not far from our house. He drove. The accurate announcement about the acceptance was occurred at tomorrow morning via newspapers. But we were so anxious and want to know faster. So, check the announcement via internet was the fastest way to fill our anxiousness.
Exactly same with our assumption, other students also did that. The internet booth became so busy, made the operator used her computer for check the announcement. My turn came, and then I entered my number. Few minutes, then I read the appeared sentence at the monitor: Your participant number is not found on the list. Flash, my face became thicky. And Dimas was frozen on my side. I told him, this is what I’m worrying about, the technical error, in the case of my second choice study program had the low grade even with my worst ‘try-out’ score I would still could reach it. Furthermore, my exam –we called it SPMB- score counted at NF and other institutions is really-really more than enough for enter ITB Biology. Normally. Then I asked the operator to do it again. She did it again, and in the few minutes, the result appeared with different appearance: Congratulation, you are accepted at the study program with the exam code of 25—-. Twenty five. It’s the exam code for ITB. He was hugging me for my acceptance.
Ok. But when he entered his number, it appeared same as my first appearance. We tried it again, and again. Still same. Few minutes later, our mother (they are friend too, teach at the same junior high…actually where me and Dimas were) came together. Dimas looked sad, although his mother still smile and laugh to allay his sadness. But my mother was looked calm less. She treated Dimas as her son too, just like me.
I don’t know. Maybe because of my acceptance, I almost lost my control in front of him. Thanks for my mother who was reminding me. We went home calm, with the calm less heart and mind. We studied together for the last two years in NF (and I always deem it as my really-school, because my senior high really didn’t accommodate me enough. Believe me…). We went together to NF at the noon, and came home together at 8.30 PM every Saturday, also in the morning and came home before 1 PM at Sunday. Two times a week, four weeks a month, 10 months a year (sure not for the school end year: it’s closed), and we did it two years. He’s my twin!!
At 9 PM, my other friend, Jajang, called me. We spoke about the announcement. He was accepted at the program of Dutch Studies at the University of Indonesia (UI). After spoke with him, my other friend Maulana a.k.a Arran (hmm??) called me. Far before the exam, he was accepted at the Bogor Agricultural University or IPB at the Faculty of Veterinary via school report system, we called it PMDK. I didn’t take the system, and then my family really angry for that. What he knew, and what I was told him, that I was planning to choose IPB at the exam, not ITB. Actually, a lot of our friends choose IPB at the exam. I was really assured that I will be accepted at IPB, so we will meet again at that campus. That’s the plan we and our friends though.
“Hark, did you accepted?”
“Yeah, Alhamdulillah. I’m accepted at ITB Biology.”
“IPB Biology?”
“Not, ITB.”
“IPB???”
“Not! ITB!”
“I-P-B..?!?!”
“I-T-B..!!”
“NO WAY!! I’m alone here, because no one of our friends has accepted in IPB at the exam. No way!!”
And then I laughed cruelly…
(to be continued…Dimas has a different fortune for the next story…)