Onthel Girl

That voice was so beautiful, a perfect combining of sound which caused by two cogwheel that rubbing without interruption each other. Once a while it’s produce knell “srek…srek…kret…kret…”, even sometimes the cohesiveness of that sounds can hypnotize us to flash back and remembering  our past time. The time where all of the things still work manually. Let alone to have a motor cycle, in one area is only the Chief of the village who have had a “Onthel”. And when some one who wants to visiting their friend’s house just for meet to make sure that their friend is OK, they’ve to walk for a long distance. That’s why their friendship are so close. They know that to build a friendship need a sacrifice, keeping it to stay exist, to make it as a shield for riots and criminalities.

It’s so different now, technologies have been developing, all of works have taken over by machines.
But, she keeps paddling her wind train in order to running in unchanged, doesn’t care the speed, just how to make in every swings there’s a meaning which can be reserved as a core of the life, so can awaken the sleeping souls, and never let it be quiet so as to the flowers have been constantly blooming.

That’s life, what ever happened, however the situations don’t have to ask why I must keep on beef about, out of spirits, even given up “weakness” there’s no reason to say ” I can’t”, everything must be go on in order to the life cycle keeping exist.“Although there’re so many sacrifices, but all of those aren’t comparable with what which had given to us. It’s about the God’s gift, it wising up me if where’s the gift that I can lie about it again, only because the reasons act for an arrogance” said her hearth on pursuit to campus.

At 8am, she’s arrived and meet Mr. Yono, a lecture who graduated from UGM. This man often makes all of my friends and I irked. We’ve been done a demo just because there’s no transparency about the fee of comparative study. Two hours later, at 10am, that meeting was over. She has to meet him for he was her scripts advisor. That’s Nur, eight grade student, she’s diligent and beautiful woman, so that there’re so many males student who admire and often busy body on her. After she’s been following a student activity unit in spirituality, she wears a veil, and her admirer was gone one by one. She always tried to held a guidance every other day, one day to remedial and the other day to consultations. It’s the students’ habitual come to close the final grade which has gone from their minds. A consultations is a useless thing for the, it’s just a formality. The important thing is the final results. Don’t care it’ll copied from someone’s script, or it’ll be over soon.