A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 71 (scintillating florets )

I sat at the study table, my right hand flipping through the pages of the blue-covered book in front of me. My mind floated, remembering what happened this morning at school. “Pelit! Just look, no one will want to be friends with you!” yelled Nuri at me. As the mulok retrial paper that took the applied biological material was distributed, Nuri started again with her words that cornered me. “Racaine! You definitely can't pick it up. So I didn't want to tell him the math answer. Comfortabley? Hahahaha...!!!”. Shut up, that's what I'm doing until today's replay is over.

“How have you not slept? Tomorrow you will repeat. Later your health is disrupted”. For a moment my mind was in the real world. Mama was beside me stroking my long hair. I looked at him with confusion and despair. Looks like mom understood my point, she pulled a small chair near the window of the room. My position is now facing my mother, who is full of question marks.

“What's the problem Inne? Mom is ready to listen to your heart.” I lowered my head, confused as to where I should start all this. Mama clasped both hands, then fixed the position of my face right looking at his face. But I avoided seeing my mom.

"Before morning at school, Inne scolded friend”. Scratch your eyes, then turn them in the other direction. “Because Inne doesn't give math answers to her. Inne was so scared, if no one wanted to meet again with Inne”. This speech made my tears wet my cheeks.

“Inne baby, you already SMA loh. You should be able to think mature”. My mother's hand wiped my tears. “Then, what should Inne do? Inne is not ready to leave for school tomorrow.” I stopped the hand that wiped those tears. “It looks like cheating has become a culture today?”. Pause earlier, successfully connected mama back. Mom has taken her hand off my cheek. “Begini darling, you and your friend are the young generation of the nation's successor. The colonial era first, this generation like you has a critical mind so that Indonesia can be independent.”

“What makes them like that?”. The question came easily out of my mouth. “They are very compact in solving all problems, and honesty is a must-have for every individual it”. Obviously my mother back stroked my hair.

“But, nowadays people who do not demonize their friends are the most hypocritical people and must be completed at Inne ma school! and.. People like that are people who have no cooperation” My answer is a little pushy. “That's wrong baby, the cooperation that mama means is not like that. Cooperation that you do that there is no honesty, but it has a negative impact on each individual.” Mama assured me.

“Free dong struggle of the younger generation of antiquity. They tried to arouse a sense of cooperation, brotherhood, honesty, until the national awakening was born. In the end, this generation of yours will destroy their struggle. By fooling yourself, lazy thinking, and rampant dishonesty.” Connect mama to me, then glance at the clock on my desk.

The cock has passed, now the break bell has rung. “Miss stingy! You get the lowest value! Masa’ applied biology is not complete. Hence, don't be stingy.” Nuri returned to disturb my calm. Now, all my friends cornered me with heart-wrenching words.

I remembered my conversation with my mother last night, and I tried to deduce the explanation that you gave me. “I'm stingy for you too! Not looking for a face, smartass, or anything you think. But, as long as you know! We are the younger generation, the successor of this country. If we cheat, don't we fool ourselves?”. Their body gestures were confused.

“Gini loh, you are angry if other countries plagiarize and recognize Indonesian culture is their culture?” This question I immediately shot into their confused faces. The result, yes, must be angry. That's an easy answer to guess.

“Why are you angry? You should support them. Because plagiarizing means cheating. Shame on?”. I saw the faces of those who seemed to understand and some who scoffed at me. “Other countries are advancing because no one is cheating. Free dong, the younger generation used to struggle for the rise of Indonesia to achieve independence. Our generation destroys their efforts with ease.”

“We were schooled not for cheating! We are the younger generation, not just the same protest of the leaders of the State! But we are required to think critically to solve problems for the betterment of our country. So that the struggle of the younger generation did not fade inedible times. And we can give birth to the next generation that is more qualified! Do you know what?” The explanation was like an oration to demonstrate and then thrown a question that they had to answer with the answer “Iya”. Until this moment no one dared to refute my conversation earlier.

The doorbell rang, the paper was presented and we were ready to eat it. No one is calling my name or even insinuating me anymore. I see they are busy working on each one. No one asks for a cheat on another friend. I'm relieved by all this, and hope this event brings them a valuable lesson. And the cheating case doesn't happen again in my school and may disappear as they become aware of their country.