Favor!

Hello sweet strawberries, how are you doing? :)

Let me tell you something...
Yesterday, my friends and I went to LPPM to submit the data. Yup, data of us. Because the data will be used for KKM (Kuliah Kerja Mahasiswa), umm... I dont know exactly what does it stand for :p

We checked the names that available there. When it was my turn to check it. Something went wrong. I had no idea why my name was not appear in the computer. I was definitely sure that I had signed up my identity through the website.

I was so confuse knowing the news that my identity had not registered yet. While my friends had. Something must be went wrong. I was sure about it. The operator said that I had to wait till the next periode of KKM. It meant next semester. Oh my... Can you imagine how my feeling was? When you can join the first periode, then you cant and need to wait till next time. I couldnt stand for it.

The next day, as the operator instructed me, means today, I went there again after Jumat Prayer. Lucky me, the operator still recognized who am I and what I need to. He excused me to come in to the next room to meet someone who were facing the computer.

I knock the door and went in. He asked what I went there for, then I explained it as clear as possible. But his expression was not so good at that time. He thought that I was lying, I ought to have not register yet so that my data could not appear in his computer. I ensure him that I was not lying. Then he asked me to come and ask for his boss' permission.

I feel like a ball which was sent to one person to the others. But I just tried to follow the instruction. I came here and there, met one person and to one other person.

I came to a room which was located inside the previous man's room. There were three men talking with their positions. One was sleeping, one was sitting and another was laying down on the sofa and playing his Blackberry.

To be honest, I didnt know who I should talk to. There were three men and I didnt know who they were. And a question was sent to me, "Cari siapa?". "Cari pak kasubag, Pak." I replied. "Kasubag siapa neng? Kasubag data atau kasubag umum?" they asked again. Then I silent for a while, how stupid I was, why didnt I ask whom kasubag he meant. I said to myself.

Spontantly I said that I wanted to meet kasubag data. And the man was straight sitting in front of me. I explained what I went there for. They, then, suggested me to join the KKM terbuka with many other universities in Indonesia. And it will be held in Tangerang. I refused it gently and asked for another suggestion. They evidentally asked me to chose: to go to Tangerang after Idl Fitri, or Aceh in next month, or to Hongkong. Umm... Well I know the last choice was only a joke. But I couldnt accept them. I dont want to do KKM in a different time and place with my friends. I begged for their favor to let me join the KKM in the same periode with my other friends. Then he asked me to ask to kasubag umum, who was laying on the sofa and playing his Blackberry, for his permission. Oh my lord, again, I was dribbling like a ball.

While playing his BB, he permitted me to join the KKM on ramadhan period as other do. Ooh lucky me. Thank God! Alhamdulillah O:)

He asked me to type my personal data to the previous man I meet already. Then the man typed it for me. He said that I should tell it to no one because not everyone can get a permission like me before. I was blessed, Lord. Thanks for the favor.

The moral value that we may gain from this story is: to easily give everyone a favor if we want to get a favor!