High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 11: THAT GUY AGAIN?

          At 20:00 pm, the cold air enveloped the atmosphere tonight, when all the lights of the house had shone brightly, he said, my husband and I were having dinner in the dining room, sitting opposite the food that had just finished.

Yeah, well, my appearance hasn't changed, neither has my husband, he's still in his work suit shirt, and I'm still in my school uniform, nobody protests, because it's useless.

And because all my cooking has been wiped out by us, the entire cooking container that became dirty began to be used to wash.

“Laisa ...” My husband suddenly called me.

I had stood up to prepare to take the dishes to the laundry, but was fixated on looking at my husband questioningly.

I found my husband's countenance somewhat different, cheerful and enthusiastic, that was implied, as if there was something he had to say, and I had to hear it, too, his black eyes that were looking at me also showed a happy glow, I did not know what was going on with my husband, which was obviously something strange this time.

“... tomorrow we have a holiday, well, after tomorrow you are shopping for staples, we go to the house of Farka, for a vacation with his wife ..”, my husband said clearly.

The four clear vocabulary words immediately made me tremble, until I did not feel my mouth was slightly open, before finally coming back together with my serious face and frowning forehead. Inner rejects!

“Eh? Brother Farka ...” I don't like my husband's confession.

Obviously I don't like it, I'm afraid just in case Brother Farka tells me about my troublemaking activities when going to the mall, what else every time I mabal, my husband doesn't know if I like to troublemak during the psalm and when this is known to him, I may not have a day of truancy anymore, more than that, I start to dislike Sister Farka, even now he even seems to feel familiar with my husband.

“Farka invited us this afternoon, she called me.” The second fact my husband spoke made me even more annoyed with Sister Farka.

“Wait, you have the phone number?” serious usutku.

“Yes, the first time he came, we had exchanged phone numbers, he was a successful person to develop his boutique business, even able to help small entrepreneurs in this city.” my husband revealed the facts back and impressed to consult Kak Farka.

”Have not discussed that capitalist,“ ketusku.

”He, don't talk like that, he's not a capitalist, you otherwise know nothing better keep quiet.“ My husband rebuked me and defended Brother Farka.

I looked up not to like my husband's reprimand which even sounded like Kak Farka's tone.

”You don't like very much Farka.“ My husband is suspicious.

So I faced my angry face to my husband Harfa, showing that I really did not like Brother Farka.

”Ya indeed, his appearance is like a money person, but his attitude and mindset is like a strange person,“, I said bluntly without hesitation.

My husband was dumbfounded, looking at me with both eyes slightly wide open and we were rubbing each other.

Silence became the atmosphere we now experience, more than seven seconds we experience silence just staring at each other in the sting. My husband's gaze had returned to normal, but there was no comment at all on my confession.

”Did Brother Farka tell you anything else about me?” so I spit out a probing sentence.

My husband had pondered for a while trying to digest the meaning of my words earlier.

“Other things?” asked my husband to make sure with a frowned confused.

“Yes, when I met him.” I spoke carefully lest my husband know that when my mother did troublemaking.

“No, where did you meet?” my husband refuted and asked further about the meaning of my words.

“In the city center, but I am ashamed that Kak Farka even talked about the time I mabal,” my answer as efficiently as possible trying not to invite question sentences.

“No, he did not say anything .. end you instead of school even mabal.” thankfully my husband did not investigate me further.

“Nah .. yes already, I do not want to come,” ketusku without further ado.

Then I took the dirty dishes and containers to the dishwasher.

“Loh but not good also I refused it, earlier I had agreed to it.” My husband complained and started to rise from his seat.

“Yes, you should have talked to your wife before making a decision,” replied me.

Riled up in the steps I took towards the kitchen, not even willing to negotiate with my husband, and I put dirty dishes and containers in the dishwasher sink, despite the fact that there was still a pile of dishes yesterday, he said, of course, I wash dishes every three days, if not lazy. And tomorrow is my time to do the dishes complete with tidying up my clothes and my husband's clothes that are already stored in the clothes dryer.

“Indeed why don't you want to?” my husband stepped closer to me.

“Nothing, anyway tomorrow I want to relax at home, or we watch a movie,” concluded I until I put on a saggy face to give strength from my sentence, then I go to the second floor. 

My husband resigned, without any protest, he accepted my decision.

It's very undesirable if I have to meet the bully's brother, indeed Kak Farka this time invited us for a vacation together, he also when mabal helped me, but really, really, my feelings instead said there was another meaning to his invitation, even more than that, he seemed to want to enter into my life.

I set my foot still in a frenzy towards the stairs, no matter what my husband would do, which is clear for now I do not want to meet Brother Farka, he said, I want to live a quiet life with no unidentified outsiders. 

I walk up the stairs, intending to go to the karaoke room, this time I want to sing to release all my fat burden after school, what else is the news of the strange sister Farka. Feels sick.

I have arrived on the second floor, the design of the second floor of my house is like a hotel hallway with rooms lined up opposite, in the corner of the hall there is a surveillance camera, and there is a, the lensed spy who for 24 hours always gasped to catch any incident on the second floor. Six empty rooms, one karaoke room, that's how I used this place that seemed unkempt, dust on the floor became an unkempt bonus this second floor, no, no, my husband and I just use this place for karaokean only, the rest of the room we still think about what to use. 

I set foot to the door beside the stairs, opened the door as often as possible, and the smell of grapefruit as welcome my arrival, I closed the door again tightly, usually I will sing here with my husband, my husband, but maybe because of that, it won't happen.

Karaoke room is quite large room, can accommodate fifty people if they are crammed together, here there are two food cabinets that do not have food, here there are three long sofas leaning against the wall facing the 40 inch wall TV, here also there is a rectangular glass table displayed in front of the sofa, which is also a rectangular glass table, and that's just the interior of this sky-blue room, nothing special, except the owner, and then here I sit on the couch with the crescent pattern, turn on the TV with my smartphone, too, karaoke has begun!

That night, I spent time singing cheerfully, singing dozens of music to please my heart, nothing disturbed me singing, but the longer my body got weaker, the more it became, too tired to stand up until I was lying on the couch, without turning off the TV, I fell asleep.

         The turning time so quickly changed the cold atmosphere of the night to warm up, the sunlight had peeked through two windows, slipped between the blue shades of sunshade, the light touched my left eye, I lay to my right, there was no bird I heard, just the humming of I Hate Myself And Want To Die from Nirvana banged on my eardrum, made me realize, my body was still heavy to raise, but unfortunately, when I grabbed my phone from the table, time has shown at 09:01 am.

Damn it, I have to rush to the kitchen!

I sat down on the sofa and rubbed my eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and trying to wake up fully, I turned off the TV, then went to the first floor to shower and shop.

When I walked through the living room of my house, it turned out that my husband was still asleep on the carpet, but luckily the TV was dead, so no electricity was wasted.

I entered the bathroom in my room, spent fifteen minutes taking a bath, before my clothes changed.

Brown long sleeved shirt and long jeans torn knee with the impression of art, this is my appearance today.

Now I sit on the lip of the mattress while monitoring my phone screen, scrolling the screen to shop for groceries online, it is true that shopping online can be anytime, but, I am too lazy if I have to shop during the day, lazy also if shopping every day, and more lazy if shopping has to go to the store.

I choose just enough food for a week, what else our finances will be depleted at the end of the month. Besides the clerical, my husband actually has a side job, he's a dress designer, sells his designs online, and that's enough to cover all our living expenses, even if he doesn't design clothes, maybe even if he doesn't, we can't afford this big house and we can eat potluck. My husband's jeep car is the legacy of both of his parents, he also actually has a house, but for now the house is rented to a small family.

Harfa Abraham, an orphan, his parents died when he was 18 years old, they died in a bus accident, since the incident Harfa began to live alone, actually he had worked as a clerk in the 11th grade of High School, Pekerti High School was his first school.

Given that he was also in High School, I remember the story of him being a man admired by girls, even though in fact he was admired not for being smart, but for being smart, precisely the low grades in each subject were the real proof of his stupidity, perhaps less apt if I called him stupid, so it would be much more palatable, if I called him a slacker, Harfa always sleeps during school class, and will sleep again despite the time of rest, but, thanks to his physical luck, which is handsome, then every girl is bewitched by his charm, but, forget that Harfa's a lazy and less clever boy.

No doubt the girls are willing to do Harfa's schoolwork without protest, even happy if Harfa asks the help of girls, despite the tacky impression, but the reality is always right.

Harfa my beloved husband, began to meet my parents when he became a clerk in the city library, my father is a human owner of a hobby of reading, every week on vacation, he will visit the library to work on his hobby, and at that time, coincidentally planned, my father always asked my husband for good books, Harfa knew enough about good books, whether since when he knew about books, or about books, - his lazy nature had convinced me that he might not like to read - and after a unique reviewer, my father began to get along with my husband, so it was finally predictable how, they had trusted each other, he said, even knowing Harfa's wise attitude, my father became enamored to make Harfa my future husband.

Harfa my beloved husband, has worked five years more as a clerk, more than that, his position as a clerk has become a permanent job, paid directly by the city government, and more, and he had even shaken hands with the mayor of Artana, but, to him, it felt ordinary.

He's my husband Harfa, who still loves me wholeheartedly, in his life, my husband has never dated, only, I've met a girl who claims to be his lover, he said, the incident happened a week before we got married, yes, the woman was trying to make me leave Harfa, the words from her mouth were her weapon, but in fact, my sentence was sharper, I said that 'you're not pretty enough for Harfa, so she chose me over a bad woman like you.'

The scathing phrase managed to hurt his feelings, making him grab my hair, but impulsively I took out my pent-up Pencak Silat talent from Junior High, turning things around with just one body twist, and turning it around, grabbing his hand and making him kneel for mercy. I won and until now the woman was no longer heard from.

         This Sunday the sky was bright blue, the white clouds out of the way allowed the sunlight to highlight the city of Artana, the cool air penetrated into my lungs to provide comfort in my backyard, yes, I've been sitting on my girlfriend's mat, sitting alone folding my clothes, and Lily's flower garden is a beautiful sight before my eyes. 

Take me to your little contest place

A place full of numbers

Bring that sight

And we enjoy until the night does not meet morning ...

Take me to your little contest place

A solitary place for a confused brain

Bring everything worth carrying

And we enjoy each of these lingering feelings ...