THE MOTORCYCLE LEADER, MY GIRLFRIEND
16

The journey from Dzoki's house to campus did not take long. It only takes about forty minutes.

"Where do you want to go down? Did you get inside or here?" take Dad slow to Cyeril.

"Here you go, Dad," replied Cyeril quietly.

Riski's father's car stopped right on the sidewalk to his campus. Cyeril politely kissed the back of his father-in-law's hand and opened the car door and got out.

Riski's father immediately reapplied his car to the office while giving a horn to Cyeril.

There were three pairs of eyes staring at Cyeril while whispering from a distance. Look at them sharply while arranging the car plate that drove Cyeril earlier.

Cyeril walked to the campus courtyard and entered the campus lobby towards the teaching section. He wants to ask his status that has not entered one month, can still continue college or have to leave. What then? What about the scholarship?

"Jay!!" call Anton yanh just in from the left wing entrance. Looks like he just got off the campus cafeteria.

Cyeril turned his head towards Anton and waved his right hand when he knew that the one who called him was Anton.

Anton rushed a small run over to Cyeril and greeted each other.

"Where are you, Ril? One month you didn't go to college? That's a sign that you've been absent four class meetings" Anton explained.

Cyerul just smiled wryly.

"My mother was very ill and then fell into a coma and eventually died. So there's no way I'll leave you alone in the village. Good, I was there to accompany Mom," said Cyeril lirih.

"Here comes. I'm sorry Ril, I don't know about your mother" Anton said slowly.

"It's okay Anton," replied Cyeril quietly.

Cyeril stopped in with the teaching room and read all the announcements for this one week. But nothing seems to matter.

"Where are you going?" anton asked quietly as he saw Cyeril stopping in front of the door of the teaching room.

Cyeril looked at Anton and laughed.

"Yes, come in" said Cyeril casually. His hand was ready to push the door of the teaching room.

"Why what?" ask Anton confusedly.

"much. The issue of my permission was one month ago the issue of scholarships" Cyeril said slowly.

Quickly, Cyeril pushed the door of teaching without caring for Anton who was still confused.

Cyeril went straight to the point to a man he knew all along. He was sure he could help him well.

"For Mr ... Just go straight yeah. Yesterday Cyeril took a month off because the sick mother kept in a coma and eventually died. My kebetylan dab was only two, so when my mother died all my harys took care of themselves. What is the problem of the lecture, sir? I can continue or better not. The time of my permission exceeds the time set that is almost twice absent. Anything else about scholarships? If not, next semester I will be able to get a scholarship or all fall?" cyeril said softly begging for his pointer.

"You're Cyeril? Try me asking for a moment. For your reasons, mother died. May I have your mother's death certificate?" ask the man slowly.

"Could sir. A moment I take it in the bag," replied Cyeril slowly.

After waiting an hour finally the decision of the faculty came out. Whatever the outcome of his decision, Cyeril must still be able to receive chest space.

"Cyeril," called Mr. Ahmad quietly while giving him an envelope.

"Yes sir" answered Cyeril quietly as he approached a long desk in the teaching room.

Yes, this room is the center of complaints every student or student who needs help or there are other things that must be done urgently.

"This is the result of the decision of the faculty. You also don't know what it is. It is a direct decision from the Dean who lowered the. I hope this is a good result for you" said Mr. Ahmad slowly while presenting a long white envelope with his university logo.

Cyeril opened it and read it. His smile rose to make him happy and wanted to scream. This semester he can still continue his studies and the scholarship will never fall until Cyeril lecture with the requirements of the grades that have been determined. If in this semester, Cyeril does not achieve the target value of IP and GPA then next semester he can not claim the scholarship.

"Alhamdulillah ... Can continue sir. It's Cyeril's chance. Thank you sir for your help" said Cyeril slowly.

"Sama -sama Cyeril. This is there a little condolence money from the faculty as well. Hopefully useful yes," said Mr. Ahmad gave an envelope of chocolate is quite thick to Cyeril.

It will always be given ease after the difficulties that are experienced. There will be rainbows after a big storm. Maybe this time rejekannya will be used to open a business somehow later business. I haven't thought of Cyeril at all. At least that effort can be done alone without the help of others.

Cyeril said goodbye to Ahmad and put the brown envelope in his bag. During a slow walk in the corridor towards the faculty library.

"What am I selling? To add to my pocket money? If this money is directly used, it may run out immediately. If it is made capital, it will rotate. It feels like staying at the boarding house" said Cyeril slowly.

His college schedule is ten this morning. Cyeril deliberately came early in the morning to take care of all this.

Before going to the library, Cyeril headed to the money deposit place on campus. He deposited all the money in the envelope and it turned out to be a pretty decent amount.

After he finished depositing money into his account. Cyeril walked towards the library. It's still an hour before I get into class.

Cyeril looking for new knowledge he walked into the magazine about femininity. Cyeril wanted to find something that smelled about pregnancy. Not much Cyeril knows. So Cyeril had to learn a lot about it.

She has written several magazines about pregnancy and food. Cyeril thought he wanted to sell cookies or snacks on campus.

"Any shame, huh? Buty? I have to be independent. Brother Dzoki is still in college, he is still asking for Mother and Father's money. Time yes, I also troublesome them," he said slowly in his heart.

At least today he had a new experience.

"Hi .. read what?" anton Tang asked since then to follow Cyeril.

"Read anything. To add knowledge and experience," said Cyeril slowly.

"It's like she's ready to be a good mother and a good wife. Can you come in line, "tease Anton.

Cyeril looked at Anton and laughed wryly.

"Find the women. Not me," answered Cyeril quietly.

Anton stared fixedly at Cyeril. He never understood. Why is Cyeril so difficult to approach. His gaze turned and now he looked towards Cyeril's ring finger. The flattened circle and sheen were interfering with his view from there.

"Ril ... You ...." Anton's remarks are not finished. Dzoki had come to the library and asked Cyeril to come with him immediately.