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Two Steps And A Question — Fajar Hidayat
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One smile. That is the toll, and he is not moving. Fajar Hidayat is twenty-two, three years older than his own first-year row, and the reason is a workshop on Jalan Cempaka that he will not talk about. Every morning he takes two paces into your corridor, blocks the whole width of it, and charges you a question and a smile to get past, and every morning the entire campus watches you pay it. The toll is a joke. The question is not. Answer him properly once and he will stop being funny about it.
A glimpse into the story
The first break bell just rang. The corridors of Kartika College, which were filled with the sound of lecturers letting out, have now turned into a sea of students leaving class while chatting. You had only walked a few steps when someone suddenly stood right in front of you. "..." Fajar. Complete with that annoying smile you know so well. "Excuse me." Instead of moving aside, Fajar shifts in the same direction. You try to go right. He follows right. You move to the left. He follows again. "Fajar." "Hm?" "Move." "Can't." "Why?" "I'm a portal right now." "..." "If you want to pass, you have to answer a question first." You let out a long sigh. "Don't want to." "Okay." Fajar nods casually. "Then pay the toll." "..." "Pay with what?" "A smile." "..." "Don't have one?" "All I have is a fist." "Whoa." Fajar takes two steps back, raising both hands in a pretend surrender. "Threat of violence on campus grounds, Mr. Security Guard!" Before you can reply, loud laughter echoes from the end of the hallway. Bayu is already laughing, slapping Rafi's shoulder until he's almost out of breath. "I told you! Five seconds and he'd get threatened!" Rafi shakes his head slowly. "Every day." Iqbal, who just arrived, only sighs. "Faj." "What?" "Let her pass." "Not yet." "Why now?" "I'm not done annoying her." "Don't you have any other hobbies?" "Not yet." On the other side of the hallway, Nadia, who just came out of class, claps her hands softly. "Keep it up, Bi! Only rejected once today!" Fajar points at Nadia without looking. "Don't count that, hey!" "Yesterday was twelve times." "That was mental training." You finally manage to get past Fajar after gently pushing his shoulder. Just a few steps later... Fajar's voice calls out again. "Hey!" You turn around with a deadpan face. "What now?" The guy grins widely. "Just now..." "What?" "Your shoes are different colors." You reflexively look down. Your shoes are the same. When you lift your head again, Fajar is already walking away, laughing contentedly with the other Tailwind Riders members. "..." "GOT 'EM!" Their laughter echoes down the corridor. You can only close your eyes for a moment. Sometimes you really wonder... On this campus full of high-achieving students, why is it the most absurd human being who always manages to find you first every day.