The spoiled girl needs to leave home to continue her studies. So long, home sweet home. But the news didn’t excite her as she expected. When she received the news, it was rather dull. She sat silently and called her parents to tell them the news. The parents were grateful but she keeps on complaining. To make things worse, both parents cannot cancel their trip to Jakarta, which on the same date was the girl’s registration day. She was frustrated. She needs to register without her parents. And she is the spoiled girl who barely goes out for shopping without having her parents around.
From Puchong to Bandaraya Melaka with tears. On 4th July 2009, she registered at her college feels mixed up. The long queue, noisy parents, seniors yelling, waiting, catastrophe, more waiting starts to tear her apart. Still, she tried to be positive so that her parents won’t be worried. When she entered her hostel, she sighed. It was on the ninth floor, and the room was meant for 8 students. She picked her bed, and start to unpacked her loads. Then her roommate came in. Petite, cute, and outspoken, she glad she made a friend at last. Her new friend is called Pah (Sharifah). She has summer personality and she liked her. Later that evening, her ex classmate from her Diploma appears. She jumps in excitement. It is good to be in a new place, learn new things and get to know people, but it will be much nicer if she experience all the odds with somebody she knew. And she decided to share all that with Huda. The first day went with emotionally. A whole week to go for orientation.
The second day went, pretty smooth, but she tires out. The new environment makes her start complaining again. And she doubted her decision of changing courses from Office Management to Administrative Science. She wonders if she really made a right decision. The orientation is irritating, no latest news. Most of the things she already knew are told over and over that she almost throws up. The mean facilitators keep on bugging and yelling nonstop she hoped that they will lose their voice and stayed at their rooms sucking popsicles.
There are twists on the third day, when her friend Huda told her about her crush. One of the facilitator, of course. But she barely recognizes which facilitator. They all look the same to her. When Huda shows her the particular facilitator, she instantly judges the book by its cover. The guy looks down to earth, sweet, lone ranger, and a bit of scrappy, but that his style. They even call the guy ‘M’ for Mystery. Huda’s Mystery guy. The Mystery guy of Huda. Potato, potato. Their orientation week is not so boring anymore, now that she had something new to watch; the look that Huda made every time they bumped into M.
It was on the last day of orientation, while she had lunch with Huda. Then the weird man comes and gave his card. He said to Huda “This is my card. Call me, okay? What is your name?” but Huda just gave blank looks so the weird man went away, not without asking Huda to call him, again. The shock state was short then she laughs to tear. The weird man blush but still sit at his table watching Huda. Desperate or pathetic or brave or stupid, you decide for yourself, but as for her, she dislikes that kind of ‘introductory.’ What happened to ‘not talking to strangers?’ This is not a bar or social gathering. That man may be involved with human trafficking. Who knows? That night, there’s this JPK yelled at Huda’s face. Worse, it was in front of M. We are freshie doesn’t indicate you have the right to shriek like a fool or so she thought. The proud Huda felt so tiny by now. Poor her.
At last the orientation finished. It is a wonder that she is still alive, and smile. The spoiled girl is starting to like the new place. Nothing is perfect. The loop hole is what makes something special. Through it, we need to work hard, learn smart and be alert so we can experience the sweetness of being a student in city campus. Of course it will involve tears, sweat and blood, but without it we will never appreciate anything that comes in our live. Youth is a gift, once in a lifetime. Reserve what you want to yourself, but sometimes, open it to new things. Bit by bit, it will help you to grow to be a beautiful person. It will shine inside out. The spoiled girl learnt her lesson: stop complaining!!
I guess you all know who is the spoiled girl, right?
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