A. N. S
Not Ahmad Nur Said

Mas Ahmad immediately headed to the front corridor of the hall that wanted to make the graduation. When he came, my breath was bloated as if my shoulders were up and down pumping the flow of oxygen that entered the body. Hey there are two veins in my body. My breath is hunting. Like being chased by a ghost. But not scary. The chest of the expanding shrivel Yes Allah like this, it feels like Pregnant Women use batik and berbaya jarit, feels hot gaping. 

Pouring profusely flow of water smell this sour taste salty. He said the sweat was salty. But I've never tasted it. My old friends were fanning me with their fans, which men were looking for Aqua and a seat for me to rest before Ahmad finally came.

Graduation hours are slowly approaching the numbers presented in the invitation. Where has Mas Ahmad not come yet, I thought. My old friends have started marching back to their ranks. Currently, the children of the Faculty of Engineering have entered the room in the graduation building on the top floor of this campus. 

The next line of Technical children who enter the graduation building of Agricultural children. This is where the awaited ones never come. I almost fainted. Because it is not strong to hold the engap, this kebaya shirt tightness. 

"Assalamu'alaikum, honey you're fine, right ? It's in Nissa I brought it here for your nemenin. Sorry the building is full of invited guests, we must chain earlier.'

"Wa'alaikumussalam. Thank God it finally came. I'm not strong, my mom. Please help me change my position. " 

" Yes, honey. Take off first toga. Alhamdulillah mas had brought shoes just put toga aja this yes."

"yes, mas. Sipp.has been like a bachelor candidate even though he was a bachelor two years ago. Hehehe.... But it still fits. Still like Mas Ahmad who used to shoot me made his wife. Hihihi.." plucked me in a grimace.

"Still remember you very well, brother. I have forgotten. I'll shoot you again."

"Make dong mas shot dead." sahur dik Nissa while grimacing also nih child.

"Btw, shot for so what's mas, nih ?" ask me to find the answer.

"Make the mother of my children" replied Ahmad, holding my belly which was already visibly distended.

"Masyaa Allah..my brother is pregnant apparently..!!"timpal by Nissa.

"This batik jarit cake can also mas,,,,!"

"Gold, girl."

"Lha will replace me."

"Hmmm.... You're sitting the same in Nissa's invitation chair there. Wait for us, and see the second graduation. "

"J2 dong...." I immediately frowned at Nissa laughing at her sister. As Ahmad gnashed his ears at the invisible Nissa.

"Oh, it hurts."

"It's mah, you like to sneak mas. Just like your sister-in-law."

"Oiya, mas, do not forget later the name of Ahmad mas not Ahmad Nur Said ya called. Until Mount Semeru cough up the name mas Ahmad does not exist." Seloroh by Nissa.

"Yes, yes, and you know. "

I was just laughing chuckling. While tidying up the toga clothes that mas Ahmad was wearing, then Salim his right hand was about to leave for the honorable audience seat. Mas Ahmad grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek. God is soft in his heart. 

Dik Nissa took my hand. Please sit on the invitation seat named Ahmad Nur Said. My mother-in-law checked my forehead, and my mother kissed me. I got these two kisses. Thank God I was finally able to sit in the middle of two mothers and two fathers who loved me very much.

Thank you, sir, you have replaced my graduation position. As I observed my S1 undergraduate graduation procession. With a Bachelor of Agriculture degree not Agricultural Engineer.