DIVERGENT AGENTS (skripsweet project 2016)

In this opportunity, the sun is pretty bright and my heart is full of blessed things. Blessed people. For weeks, the final year thingy, graduation project, I wrote my thesis and the trial. I have graduated? I don’t even think about it now. Life goes on even when I am not graduate, huh. But the things that I really wanna tell is how I reach this phase of life. In writing the thesis, I can say I can handle it as my thesis object is Murakami’s masterpiece. The stuff I love the most. When you do what you love, you do it so well. But, everything is not that easy. I got a heartbroken, bleed myself, and cried a river. But when you’re falling down, you’ll see who is there to catch you, to lift you again. And those people show up in the magical way like the stars in the cloudy night. Well, here are my superheroes:

My moma is divergent. I didn’t think she cared for my education, but she did. She told me all the thing I need to hear. Like a holy book. Like a favorite song. She borrowed money from people to pay my stuff and I didn’t even say thanks to her. I remember, for the last four semesters we did 50:50 payment for my college stuff. It was so sad, but also too funny. My moma is the best bank manager and I m pretty good at saving money. So here we are the greatest teamwork. And she should be the next star for Divergent movie. then, you know moma, I love you more than superman loves his pants. So don’t you worry, someday I will be the brightest star, but couldn’t brighter than your eyes.

The only sister of mine. Honestly, I don’t really like her but sometimes she is useful. Since she is elder than me and and she was in college too, so she told me all the things I might face and how to face it. She warned me about this and that. About lecturers, classes, GPA, even college boys. But I never really listened to her since I hate my lecturers, class is for sleep, GPA is just hoax, and I don’t even have college boys with me. She is sometimes the best of mine. Just sometimes.

Cloudsans, the toughest cookie. She’s got the power to making me feel like I can be the bravest kid in the universe. It’s all a magic how you found someone who is always lift you up when the rest of the world just puts you down on your knee. Even though all she ever did was telling me the worst joke ever, showing me the dirtiest games, and making you as her best joke too.  See? That kinda crank-creepy-cranky-monster-badass-shitty-guilty-bestie-brother for my ugh life. But I know that is kinda love. As she looked at me, without saying a single thing, throwing me vanilla ice cream to suck and shoulder to cry. And all I ever did was calling her at two fucking am, telling her I am so damn hungry and I am missing my crush on every thesis pages. Then I showed up to her late in the morning with my dirty look and ripped jeans plus black shirt through the campus stairs that I don’t have money at all and my bike is broken and I don’t have willing to live anymore and please give me water and some food cause I don’t have penny to copy my hundred paper, to print them, the freaking proposal and so on. And she was there. She is there still. Then, if I ever read a novel about bestie, I’d think of her then.

Ollgdhoni, the selena’s heart. I can say I cant do this without her support and secretly love. I am so care less and she was there like an alarm. She reminded me the important stuff I always forgot. And it was something like, “hey watch out! Don’t forget to write your bibliography and edit your shitty acknowledgment!” that was simple, well, love is always that simple. That was just one moment, but since three and a half years ago and till then, forevermore, I know we will be in the line like red, yellow, and green in the traffic line. Cute? I am easily fall and she was the “watch out your step” alarm. ‘Cause the worst thing shows you the best people.

Hannul, my almost always favorite girl. We sat in her dining room in the afternoon and she asked me about my college life. I told her all the shit I had to pay and the pennies I wish I had. We talked more about that as she asked me to eat as much as I can. I then mentioned about my thesis object, Norwegian Wood, I screamed. “Did your read it?” she said. “I did uncountable I guess” I replied. “did you have it?” she said and the smirk I said, “NOPE.” The following days then she told me that she went to a library nearby and found one to lent it to me. And the story didn’t stop that way. To be continue…

The next divergent agent, if I could mention his name is Reza. But I always love shortening his name to be maybe just Re or whatever. But, it’s true that hero is always coming late. I have met him a long ago but never really talked in earlier college time. Till then last December we became the craziest kids with that shitty cloudsans too. And, on 17 march we dated on a bookstore and there I saw Norwegian Wood on the first shelf. People know that I have been dreaming to own that novel since 2014, but I am such a poor. Cloudsans knew it, but re didn’t. and shit yeah that Re guy bought it so easily. And I went home alone with the saddest look, “oh Neptune, I just want Norwegian Wood to finish my paper so I’ll be out of this college as soon as we can!” And the next week I texted him that I am in hurry to borrow that novel. A few hours then I completed all the findings and analysis. I told him, my god you are so weird. And the next couple week was re’s freaking birthday, he said, “alright! That Norwegian Wood, for you!” I had no words, but people like him must be the human version of angel’s heart.

Then, I was back to hanul again. I texted her saying I need some pennies to held the thesis trial next week, but she didn’t reply. And I went to another text to my girl named miyawbi. I told her the same and she was that cool mad girl who said, “alright! I will send you some earlier this month.” And her words were so simple and clear. She even told me some motivational shit that I must have been doing the trial earlier before. And then, hanul called me in the morning. Her voice always that cheerful and I love that sound. She repeated what I have said to miyawbi, and like a hurricane she said that she is going to help me too. “Miyabi, Dewa, and I, we’ll collect you some money.” The she ended the call. And I was like almost wanna cry and smile and laugh too. They are mad and never change. And I love them that way. All the things they ever did to me was like bringing the rain when it’s totally the worst summer. And saying I love them may be unfair, cause I love them like hella very much. And I closed my eyes to imagine their faces, my lord, please just please put all the happiness and love through their life. Amen.

And now I am here, writing this short story for them. This is the best acknowledgment I ever wrote. I can never thank them good enough. I can never pay them. I can never imagine life without them. And I got some teardrops on my keyboard over here. I don’t know I really don’t know what to say now, but I pray them all good future, good days, good dreams and the best things in the world.

Thank you for being my divergent.

Sincerely, terdevan

06:30 am Mei 2016