High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 9: HISTORY OF FOOLS ....

         Fifteen minutes was the time I used to spend taking a shower, I took a shower in my bathroom, and I just remembered, that I hadn't written my autobiography, yes, I did, it was quite important to me, considering that I also wanted to make history like my former upperclassmen, so that, after I put my school uniform back on, I headed for my bed, which was strange, indeed, knowing that I'm still wearing my school uniform doesn't mean I don't have any good clothes, it's just that, again, I reiterate, I'm a lazy girl, and it's too lazy to change my outerwear that ends tomorrow again, except, on holidays.

Thank goodness my school uniform that was wet with splashes of water while playing in the pool, has now dried.

I sat on the lip of the bed, I wrote my autobiography right on my phone right now.

I told her the beginning of my birth, until I told her the whole beginning of my life with my kind parents, until time kept turning around with the writing I was forming, until it didn't feel like my husband was coming home, he had said that he would prepare the equipment for tonight's event in the backyard, well while I waited, I continued writing my autobiography.

In the end, after we held a ritual worship activity that is prayer isya, my husband and I joined hands to the backyard, it was a bit ridiculous anyway, if in fact, just to go to the backyard of the house, only, I had to join hands, but it didn't matter, as long as it was my husband, I was happy to accept it.

I opened the glass door, we entered the terrace area, but when my blue eyes circulated the view towards the garden and the fish pool, there's no romantic table or anything to do about dinner today.

“Laisa's here,” exclaim Harfa from my left.

So when I turned my astonished face to the left, apparently, I found my husband had set up his place, right on the back porch of the house, and silly, there was only a long sofa in shades of blue, without a table, without a table, leaning against the wall of the house, even without romantic candles or romantic lights, the lighting here relies on wall lights that have shimmered brightly with lights throughout my house.

“Loh, not usually ...,” said I was astonished as I walked over to my husband.

My husband's appearance was still the same as this morning, he was still wearing his work shirt, then we sat simultaneously on the sofa.

“New feeling, new sensation, well today we will enjoy life,” said my husband while giving me an empty cup with a picture of a hare.

He also held a cup and a bottle of warm chocolate, not forgetting he poured it on our cup, after he put the chocolate bottle next to the sofa, he said, he sipped his cup of chocolate so deeply that it permeated the image of the taste that lay on his tongue.

My husband was sitting on my left side, to the point that our shoulders touched, I was still fixated on looking at my husband's handsome face from the side, but, for some reason, this time he really did look very handsome!

Maybe it was my anger that increased, so I tried to regain my usual attitude, it worked, I took a sip of my cup of warm chocolate, and looked at my flower garden that looked neatly arranged, my flower garden I have installed garden lights in every corner, so that it allows me to be able to see darkened at night.

In my contemplation, when my heart was at peace, suddenly far from my brain, there was a signal of awkwardness that still ripples in my mind.

“Harfa .. Until now I still hesitate to call you from your name, the effect feels impolite, ak ..” my explanation was cut.

“No, no ...” My husband Harfa cut my explanation impulsively.

I looked to the right of my husband's romance.

“... we have already discussed this right ..” said Harfa seriously still looking far ahead.

“... I want to look young in front of you, for now, until you graduate High School, I want to be called my name, even if you still insist on calling me by a designation, I want to be called, later if you have graduated.” My husband again reminds me and I have to agree.

Can calling names look young? That absurd question was answered only by following my husband's request, precisely the husband's order.

Indeed, from the first start of the household, we called each other's names, no affectionate calls or anything like that, at first it felt bad, let alone my husband older than me, so the effect is that I don't know the custom, just like my husband has said, he wants to keep looking young just like my High School, and that's only for me. 

”Ya, but ...“ My words are not finished yet and my eyes are down in contemplation, I still feel strange.

Seeing me look moody, my beloved husband, facing half his body to me, his cup he turned to his left hand, then his sturdy right hand, to be exact, his fingers gripped the face of my left knee, and how strange it was to realize that my heart was suddenly pounding, my breath was warm, so I clenched my cup tightly, I thought this was because of his unexpected touch.

”Have ... no need to think, sometimes the decency must be violated for the convenience of the user,“ said my husband with words that are so convincing that it makes me calm again, but rather strange to hear it.

It took me three seconds to receive my husband's words, before I finally returned to my antics, yes, quite enthusiastic, even though today was not as I expected.

”Oh ... Yes already! If my husband wants it so.“ I look at my husband with a cheerful smile and my heartbeat starts to normal again. 

As a result, we met face to face, two snags is the distance for my husband can kiss me if he wants, my husband's face looks relaxed and charming, and I put on a look of admiration, he said, looking at her black neutrals with my love of piety, Harfa my husband always kept me at peace, this man was my first love, I had never been in love with another man except for my husband.

The important fact is that my husband knows that I have atelophobia, and that's only recently, and thankfully there's no problem so far.

Silence, peace full of love, that's what we experienced when we were still busy staring at each other intensely, spent seven seconds more just to be able to look at each other, suddenly from my mind berangtaku back turbulent, turbulent, her sharp gaze made my heart again beat impulsively, but luckily my breathing was still in order, before long, our loving gaze ended with a calm smile on Harfa's face.

He returned to his original sitting position, his firm hands were no longer touching my knees, his eyes were forward without a chance to kiss me, considering that only twice he had kissed my forehead, it happened at the wedding, he said, after that never again, but, before, I had kissed my husband's stiff cheek, it was also only three times when he fell asleep, all those loving acts could still be counted by the finger, he said, actually, it doesn't matter to me, the most important thing is to stay harmonious living a married life.

“Nah ... now, try to feel your breath while with me,” my husband suggested.

“Hmmmmm ...” I moaned, but followed what my husband asked for.

Previously, I tried to calm myself from the beat of my heart that had stirred, my breath, my mind, my muscles were not free I tried to be quiet to be calm.

Slowly but surely, the cup of warm chocolate I still held quietly, leaning my back against the sofa, looking forward, everything slowly I made as relaxed as possible, then, then, I tried to feel every breath that came in through my nose, I enjoyed the present moment with my husband, until the fragrance of his rose perfume pierced my nose, flowed in my body, and I felt it, to the point of feeling great comfort, Harfa really made me feel the thrill of life, a peaceful life in a household, we didn't say much, she said, just sitting together enjoying the flow of breath that filled our lungs.

Although it was simple, although we again only ate potluck instant noodles, but, our togetherness was very harmonious, that night, I felt what my husband felt, living peacefully next to loved ones, he said, that's how we feel!

I was breathing peacefully with my husband, it was cold that night so it was warm, and life was happy then.

... ... ...

         Time turned back, bringing me to my next day, the day turned, on Saturday, when school classes had ended, exactly at 16: that is:01 Dusk the day after school in the 12th grade of High School, all the students were still at home in the classroom, how not, the class leader, that is me, asked them to attend this important meeting.

I stood in front of the class, standing confidently, while shaking my waist looking at all my friends seriously, maybe what I was going to say seemed strange, but, still I will say.

“This concerns the school breakup, another eleven months ..” I said loudly hoping that all pairs of ears get the perfect vibration of my word.

“... I want to invite you to make a school separation project, let's make an autobiography book!” I said bluntly hoping to get me well received.

My friends were stunned for a while, sitting sweetly on their benches, with no meaningful response, after seconds had come to the count of seven, only a black-eyed man was narrowed in tune with his rather curly short hair color, Anka my best friend, he who stood proudly looked at me in earnestness.

“I join!” he said enthusiastically.

After all Anka had indeed joined since senantu, only, this time, she wanted to lure her friends to join.

Unfortunately, for more than ten seconds we waited, there was still not a single disciple who joined, the whole countenance seemed flat, indifferent. 

Anka who was sitting on the bench next to my desk, she began to wander in astonishment at her friends.

Why is no one coming? Or at least ask the purpose of the project it was created for?

“Class Chief! Why did we even write an autobiography?” Anka asked, as if she did not yet know her purpose, she tried to awaken the interests of her friends.

So I put on a serious face, took a strong breath trying to stay calm, then exhaled with readiness to accept all the decisions of my friends, however, this must be serious.

“First, so that our underclassmen will get to know their upperclassmen, precisely, the struggle of their upperclassmen, second, we recorded history,”, I said full of earnestness with emphasis in every word.

“Hem ... it's great!” cape Anka, which is basically to strengthen the appeal of my speech.

“Yes, take note of how stupid people are stinginging,” muttered Anterta was mocking, although her voice soft my ears still jellies catch her, even the sound of desire details sounded my ears. 

”Hehehe ..“

Anterta managed to make some of the male disciples chuckle thanks to her innuendo, but they slightly lowered their heads concealing her laughter, afraid in case I snapped.

Just so you know, if I'm angry it can be very anarchic more than possessed people.

”REALLY, NO FUNNY Anterta,“ I said loudly so that all students know I don't want to joke about this and that while looking disgustedly at Anterta.

But, unfortunately, the silence spread again in this class, the students mute like wax statues.

Anterta, the dreadlocked black-haired man whose thin body felt like he was malnourished, was still at home staring at the ceiling of the classroom, for some reason, but his neck was still firmly holding his head up without aches.

Stovi the babil girl, a bright blonde girl with blue eyes round her school shirt buttons, still fun to play her smart phone, she does not care.

Elpan the absurd, well-built, exotic-brown man, looked at me casually with no words spoken, no idea what he was thinking, which he clearly had not commented.

Oteda, a fat man with a snail, his black hair aligned with his jet-black net that was emitting stupidity, he looked at me, but his gaze was trying to intimidate for this maktumar to be dissolved.

Sentia, the black-haired sepundak girl, the toothed girl, did not give any comment at all.

Kily, the girl with the long, wavy black hair, who put on her saggy face while crossing her arms, she was silent, looking at me but nothing meant anything to her.

Oqde, a clumsy, cream-haired man who was whirling like he was looking for something, he was weird, I don't know why he was wailing.

Nuita, the yellow-skinned, long-beige girl with bangs that were flat on her forehead, the philophobic also fell silent, she looked at me, but, she just fell silent.

Tozka a short man with a face full of acne until his black hair seemed like porcupine fur, suffering from theophobia, looking at me with his chin raised, he gave the impression of a hunk, but silly I even want to laugh, he said, how not, seeing her face like that, reminds me of the face of a zebra horse that was shown on TV. 

Ovy the motherly girl, crazy girl with long tanned hair, the sufferer of noverkaphobia, ahk, she is the same as other girls, silent as loss of soul.

Loze, a thin oval-faced man, the only bald-headed man in this school with atazagoraphobia, he seems to want to join, but, he hesitates, or may be ashamed.

Cludy, the girl with long, cloud-white hair in the sky, with nephophobia, looked at me very seriously, but there was no answer.

Azopa, the wisest son and a class champion for three consecutive years, had round black eyes like a lunar eclipse, short black hair as dark as dreams.

He's standing looking at me!

Yes, we sell words for personal gain

Yes, we both sit enjoying the sin of being confident

Yes, we breathe to catch the pollution

Yes, we are proud sinners

Let's sing history of hypocrisy

Then drifted in the air until drunk

I want to dance with you in hell

Or we will destroy heaven until only we exist