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18 Years old (Adolescent Stories)

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Today is the day of my birth. The day when all Indonesian people celebrate the independence of Indonesia. I feel lucky because I was born on the date Ir. Soekarno proclaimed the proclamation. I'm Keisya. Some people who are familiar with me call Icha. My age has just turned 18. At this age, most people say they are unstable. But that's according to someone else. My 18-year-old thought had a different meaning. The meaning implied at the age of 18 this really drives me crazy. I have to listen to what I don't want to hear and sometimes I can't hear what I want to hear.

I daydreamed in my living room with an earphone hanging from my ear. “Hei! Again think what the hell?”, someone broke my daydream. “Eh, sister ngagetin aj” replied me. “What are you thinking about again? Seriously kayaknya”. “Nothing kok kak” replied me again. I left my brother and moved to my room.

In the room I lay on the bed and my eyes began to look up. “If you think about it now feels like a dream, when it feels like just yesterday I went to SMA. But now I have class 3 course” my chatter in heart. At 18 years old, it feels too early to realize the dream. But at 18 this is also a great day to start dreaming. “Sleep first ah, tomorrow morning have to go to school” I said in my heart. At exactly 11pm I lay in bed and fell asleep.

The day I woke up. I saw the clock showing at 05:00. I immediately got up from the bed to the bathroom and took ablution to perform the prayer. After the completion of the prayer I prayed to Allah SWT so that every day I lived was always diridhoi by Him. Now I'm ready to go to school. I was escorted by papa. I usually go to school by public transport. Because often late with public transportation, I complained to papa. From now on, I was taken by Papa.

Upon arrival at school, in a good mood I headed to the class. I hope today is better than yesterday. As usual before entering the class I said my greetings first. “Assalammu’alaikum”. No response from the class. My mood changed from what was once happy to even be abis. Teenage words today bad moodlah. Yes like that, then.loh kok changed like a shahrini. Back to the bad mood. Even though friends have come. But they were busy with their pen and their books. Because I feel dicuekin I immediately put my bag on the table. “hei, on what the hell? Until did not have time to answer salam” my question to them. “ is ready pr physics yet?” Ask my friends. “emang there?” I asked back. “ya geez Icha must have forgotten again ya?”. “astaghfirullahaladzim, why can I forget anyway.”. I immediately took the pr book in the bag and worked on it. I haven't had the time to touch the paper, one of my juniors called out. He said that there was a photo with the principal. Without a second thought, I closed the book and immediately ran outside.

Before the bell rang, I had not spent much time outside with the organization's friends. I am one of the people active in the organization. I am a member of MPK or class representative assembly. I accidentally looked to the left. I saw the physics teacher walking to my class. At that moment I remembered again the pr that I had not been able to make. I ran straight to class. Without thinking long, I immediately took my pr book earlier. But what power, my teacher has entered the class and it feels no longer time to make pr. “kids, now take out his pr book!” teacher said. I'm dizzy seven-round. It's because of my own negligence. I shouldn't have gone out for fun. My teacher asked “who doesn't make pr?”. “I buk!” my answer. I can't lie.

Hours of physics lessons passed. I was angry with my teacher. I'm the only one not collecting the task. Imperhaps I also did not get the value. I'm sorry about that incident. I left the class. “Cha!” say one of my friends. “Aaan anyway?” ask me while looking back. “Sinis very much the answer, yes already.. I got new news nih”. “important or not? If it is not important the cave go aja”, I replied. “It's important tauuu..” he replied with a lip. “Ya said it! Cave go nih” reply I do not care, but in the heart of kepo really. “iya-iya, not very patience anyway. I just got word that Ali is the same as our class sister” he said. “What?” I don't believe it. “ mediocrely nanyanya times! The people on our ngeliatin tuh!” reply. “serious you?” more me. “ngapain I lied the same you”. “hhhh...”. Ali was the only guy I liked at school. He had a good posture, yet when viewed from afar, he was like a cute man. He has a familiar voice I hear. I think his voice is similar to my ex's. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I like it. All this time, I was silent about my feelings. I knew him when I got into one of the Scouts organizations. I remember the moment of the transition. We are on one team. A team consists of 2 people. At that time I saw him pranking our seniors. I just laughed at her behavior. “hei!” sapaku. “sssttt” he replied while putting the index finger on his lips. “kak Cici again nyariin you tuh, he said kacu you lost yaa?” I said. “Nih!” reply while showing the kacu already in his hand. “you lied yes?” tanyaku. “kak Cici! Ali already got his glasses” said again. “silence why the hell, justin aja! Cave wants to know him tau!” his reply. Since our senior already knew that he was being bullied, we were both punished. We were told to water the flowers with a dipper that had been helped the bottom. The distance from where to take water with the park is quite far. I got tired of carrying water. Brother Cici called me and told me to rest. I left Ali who was still running with water. Given that, my body feels lunglai. I can't believe I heard what my friend said. I looked at Ali's class. Looks like he was talking to his friend. “it seems like there is no hope anymore” I said in my heart. When I looked there for the second time, our gazes met. I immediately threw my eyes in the other direction. He seems to know that I'm watching him. I pretended to do something else.

I'm back in class. The next lesson continues. Until the break bell rings, my friend invites me to go to the cafeteria together. And again I met a friend who told me the same thing about Ali. “I already know and I'm sick of hearing it!” my answer. When I got back from the cafeteria I saw Ali. He was joking with his ex. “Playboy basis! I have a boyfriend but still deketin ex” grumbled me in heart. I hastened my steps.

After one day off, I went back to school. When my spirit is burning. I feel alone. No one ignored me. They hang out with bergenk-genk. Whether they look from what side, I don't know. “I hate you guys!” only that line kept coming out of my mouth while I was at school. Not to mention the news about Ali. I remember when I was Junior High. I was so adored there. Many friends care about me. From the time we went to school, it was hard to meet. Of course, busy with their own schools. Especially with Class 3 High School. Occasionally meet, I tell a little about how I was at school to them. “had Cha, don't cry anymore! We still care for you!” sahabaku vienna. “iya Cha, which Icha did we know first? Icha who used to feel not crybaby gini deh”. “but it feels as if living alone na! not to mention Ali who just soan” said I sobbed. Then she hugged me. When I was in 2nd grade High School there was one of my best friends. But when we were different classes, it was like he was keeping his distance. Because he found another friend. A friend who makes him happy.

Today's chemical review. I am optimistic about my answer. Because before I had studied and noticed when the teacher explained. The time allotted is only 10 minutes per question. But when reading the problems, the formulas and materials that I have learned do not remember anymore. And sometimes I think of Ali. When the results came out, I felt bad. My heart was broken when I saw the results. Coupled with the results of biology and other subjects. The numbers on the paper made me worse off.

The bell rings. I went home with a broken heart. Plus, walk home from school. It feels so exhausting. When I got home, I changed my clothes and sat on the sofa. Then mama approached me. “how in school son?” Ask mama. “kayak ordinary aja ma” reply me memelas. “usia you are 18 years old! Don't mess around again learn it” said my mother. “iya ma” replied me. Since I was in elementary school, my mother wanted me to be a doctor. Of course I want it too. A respectable job to make people have a life expectancy. But when I saw my values, I became afraid and hesitated. Can I do that? Will my dream come true? Sometimes the question comes to my mind.

When I was tired, I closed my eyes. And I imagine what it's like to be ignored, abandoned and failed in learning. It hurts when it fails, but the 100th time is better to learn to rise again. I'm not an adult yet. At that age, I was easily hurt and often had difficult times.

When someone reaches out his warm hand after you fall. No more, no less. Just one person, approach a friend who is crying and tell him! “me and us, no matter what obstacles will be faced. It's okay if you get hurt, 'cause we're 18.

The love that you thought would be forever, may be bullshit and end up on your university entrance exam. Since we are 18 years old, we love and hate each other as if today is our last day.

Finishes.

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