High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
PROLOGUES.
⚠ATTENTION!⚠
WHEN THERE ARE SIMILAR NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES, AND STORIES, IT IS JUST A MERE COINCIDENCE AND THERE IS NO ELEMENT OF DELIBERATION. NOT PLAGIARIZED AND NOT TO BE REPEATED.
HAPPY READING ...
Laisa was alone in her life
Even when I give him a glass of water he feels always alone
I want to take Laisa just to talk
About flattery or insults ...
Even though I look bad, I still memorize which pretty girl
Or guess the sky that Laisa's alone
Let me catch the rain or sit with a rock
Just so you stay with me
Living in commitment to death is what we feel ...
In the city of Artana, which was covered in blue sky with a scorching heat, the clouds faded brightly in flames this afternoon, although strangely, the air stroked so cool, there was a young man, who was, the very young, glued alone on the red wooden bridge, but the groaning of his mindset lingered in his cold brain, how to reduce the youth's suicide obsession? Yes, that was the topic in his mind, or even, for a fistful of his inner feelings that was now clutching his chest, could he continue to endure in order to form the bright expectations of the next generation? Yes, that was the image of his worried heart.
The honor! He once enjoyed it, when High School was the height of his honor, but wait, time after time that is now taken, not to remove the essence of honor, title and philosophy, that is the reason he is respected, he said, that class president was his title, to this day, the essence of honor had not faded, in fact, unwilling to be faded.
Not only that, his charismatic face is getting brighter and brighter, it's just that, right now, there is a strong reason why his sturdy body, willing to nail itself alone, here, here, precisely on the bridge crossing between the village of Entesa, with the Hanataba complex, standing in front of the ledge of the bridge, his jet-black eyes were not full of staring at the young people who were busy swimming in the river, it's under the bridge.
For that reason, his cold head, now actually remembered his High School friends, but that is not the most important part, precisely, a piece of the sentence that his friend used to say, he said, it was the main topic that was still clearly imprinted in his mind, piercing through his memories, as if he wanted to be noticed.
“You .. are just a cursory friend, if we graduate later, everyone is busy with their lives, no matter what classmate, when we gather in an event called a reunion, you will laugh at your friend who is falling apart without attach importance to his feelings.”
Thus the sentence was thrown from the late friend named Fihan, and now, the sentence became a lash of his soul to be able to continue to care about the condition of his friends, far away they are alive, just that, just that, that doesn't hinder his concern.
Once a week, or even once a month, he will peek at his cell phone contacts to get a glimpse of the info, about the condition of his friends, it is mandatory to know, or even if not, it, he forced his sturdy body to meet up with his comrades, and that, was just knowing the condition of his friends, so, there was no word later to find out.
Five young people swimming cheerfully, continue to be the object of Farka's black netra meal, fun! That was certainly what the young boys felt, and for Farka's feelings, again, worry was his!
Of course, that worry is what brought him here, waiting for a father, for the sake of carrying out a big project, history, it is indeed a topic that he will make, but, seeing the young children swimming to laugh off, he said, as if the round of the world was just a joke, making him contemplate, would there still be a young person who could enjoy his youth? Or life has swept away his youth.
Important or not, of course very important, this city of Artana, has a suicide case that deserves to be called a lot, spelled out in every month there is always one or two humans who kill themselves, he said, the reason is simple but taxa, which is because of the burden of life.
The suicidal man among the students, of course, the pressures of life, are a powerful impulse, for death to be the last road to take, society is not stupid, but who knows, it is, that the human mind is softer than that of the mother. Farka was present on this bridge, to begin with what lessons the suicide bombers had, exactly what experiences and feelings they had, to be willing to take their own lives.
And Lily Kasih High School, being the first step, in order to show the experiences of her unique students, she alumni of Lily Kasih High School, more than that, Farka and her friends have recorded their history, in the form of books called autobiographies, even so, still not enough for the best historical records, indeed many books have been made, even all have stories that are important to be taken for this life, only, perfection is what is aspired.
Along with his worries, the air stroked his pure white skin, it was cool, even blistering not so stinging the skin, fresh it was what burst into this red bridge, the borders of the city and village, the scenery was quite good, it was fresh, although not as good as rice field paintings, he thought.
Then what will be, in case the city of Artana has a young generation that mentally feels fragile, the importance is to make a solution so as not to be a futile death.
In front of the ledge of the bridge, the young man in the suit still enjoys his solitude, history, that is what then coiled in his brain, nineteen years is the time his life has now passed.
Simultaneously, the stepfather, at the break of Farka's daydream, came to him, an adult man, just that his appearance was indeed somewhat geeky, glasses and hair drizzle neatly combed to the right, two factors that confirm, how geeky he is, or maybe his aura that does emit a geeky impression, even so, he is a teacher, Sukada, is his name since long ago until now.
The notebook he brought, was the object he was about to display.
“Farka, the new student is a girl, and his life is very unique, even I am sure, he is the right person.” Sukada revealed important information and this should be taken seriously.
Not only the information he presented, the portrait of the girl displayed on his smartphone also reinforced the truth of the father's sentence, clearly, Farka's black netra, directly focused on the portrait, the skin of the senant, and so on, the sweet face is charismatic, the cream hair is a bit curly, the three characteristics of the girl, that is the most attached to the memory of Farka.
There is another one that adds to the facts of the character or character of the girl, right in the notebook brought Sukada, a story essay has been printed in his book, a red-bound notebook.
I'm Laisa, she takes me, running cheerfully despite the cold night, I laugh clutching her fingers tightly, she keeps taking me, even she laughs with me.
“Senyur, who is with you?”
The old man, yes, the sky is not as old as he is, it's just that the state of his gray hair and the wrinkles of his life experience reflect the long life he has lived through, the assistant of the smiley.
“Laisa! Laisa! She's my girl!”
Yes, this young senyur answered proudly, can I still run until the sun rises? Running together with this man, this world does not belong to us, we even realized that fact when we ran here, on the red grass.
“I don't want to die, don't want if a sweet promise is just to please me for a moment.“
”But, if we live eternally, I think you'll be saturated with me.“
The young smile doubted my feelings, yet she still took me running.
”No! No, we've been around the world, it shows I want to be with you even though the world we're surrounded by is just your home, even, if I'm bored, I know how to fall back in love.“
All my feelings are for him, too willing to let my life be with him, but indeed I want to be with him even for eternity, excessive, indeed, but, sometimes reality is excessive.
The promise was a blazing one when marriage became a symbol of commitment, a symbol of eternity and for that, I am grateful.
Life was with him, forming a relationship between the importance of living a commitment, my husband and I trusted each other, just a spark of selfishness that triggered anger, but falling in love again, surely we did, it was easy, simply forgive the whole selfishness, or a smile becomes the way to fall back in love.
We live the household like a friendship, family, certainly a couple, sometimes laugh when struggling with each other, even angry when the guyonan is unacceptable, once again I reiterate, we can fall in love again, tired or not, it is not an obstacle to enjoy the unique feeling.
I was spoiled by my husband, silly, he was happy to spoil me, is it wrong to be special for happiness? I even asked myself. Want to be loved by a perfect human being? I always hoped for that.
But sometimes also angry, when my man walks with another woman, or even jealous, with an odd reason, he has another woman's contact number, it's without my knowledge, I'm angry, and jealous, he said, the logic is I'm stupid, it's just, sometimes love makes me a lot more stupid.
For the jealousy of my husband, he would ask, until my blue eyes, unable to evade his black eyes, of it, I was always honest, that, I had a male friend, I had a male companion, even my friend is handsome, that's not all, there's a boy friend I love, if it's necessary that I love my best friend, then I'll love him, it's just, love to my best friend, or loving my friends is not as identical as loving and loving my husband, thanksgiving and obligatory I am grateful, my husband is wise in responding to it, he accepts all parts of my life, all of it, without exception, without any intervention from anyone.
Again I reiterate! We can fall in love many times, if it is necessary to hate, then we just hate every bad and dirty behavior, that way, the commitment of a married couple remains intact.
Yep! I made other women jealous! Even if I need to, I make the world jealous! That in fact, I have a perfect man who lives for my sake! Wise husband coveted by every girl on the face of this earth, it is enough for me to see those girls hoping to have a husband like me, I am already happy.
My friends are well aware of my life, what they say, even though the prejudices they do, basically, they don't care, just a vocabulary I don't need to take care of, for that is the youth of his soul.
The teachers in the school did not forbid the students to marry, the important point, that is to see, that, I cannot have children, and the school remains the main focus as a young adult.
Poetry, my best friend hates poetry, so much hate it, that we are friends, nothing else, nothing else, besides trusting each other as friends is the best way to receive all forms of our perfection.
Anka, yes, that is the name of my friend, he is like honey in a beehive, or a cloud in a torrential rain, without which, I am but a symbol of a lie, meaning nothing, except for sheer pleasure.
Under the roof of the school, we laughed, it would be ridiculous, about life being funny sometimes if it wasn't taken seriously.
Then my husband, I trust him who also he trusts me, harmony is formed in the infinite space, so distance, does not fade our trust.
Yes, he is not a part of my soul, but he is like my second life, no need for children, we are still in love for both.
”The story's ban is mostly his personal life, the rest is just imaginary.“ Reveal Sukada like revealing important state secrets.
”Value ten huh?“ Wonder Farka with a satirical tone.
”Yes ... Guru Ganza who gave him the value, in fact, zero is the value that Guru Ganza had wanted to write, because his initial command made a short story, not even make a free essay.“ Bela Sukada, re-reveal important info, and it must be considered a fact!
”Hem .. at least, he's better than me.“ Farka was humble, aiming to strengthen the bright expectations the girl had.
”Meet later, Laisa her name, she's a proud girl of being betrothed, often pasty, and feel her life is perfect, even for that, you have to be patient if she rejects it, give her time, when it's necessary.“ Sukada's advice was serious and enough to make Farka nod his head in accepting well the stepfather's advice.
“And remember this! There is no partisanship of anyone, not of religion, not of culture, not of freedom, not of race, not of individuals, we are neutral, and all that I have mentioned, is the right of each individual, if anyone is angry at us, then, our responsibility is only to give a warning.” Imbuh Sukada meant it.
Thus, Laisa eventually becomes the object of the next school project, forming the history as perfect as possible, the history of how young people have history, experience or hope, it is also history, it is history, the purpose of that is only one, presenting the best history to the people of the city of Artana, then letting time work, forming a society that is patriotic at heart, or maybe even giving birth to clever criminals, but, back again to the ideals, that in reality, everything is history.
I'm happy because I'm as bad as you think I am
I'm proud because I'm as lazy as you are
I'm alone even if you're in front of me
I'm sad to see you turn away from our mala havoc
That's how crazy I am about you ...
Ahk stupid me that you're still stupid to know me
Ahk weak me that your pleasure is away from me
Even the sunshine shows your flaws
I even want to lick your bones
That's how crazy I am about you ...
