High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 13: THE BREAKING OF MY DOUBTS.

         Monday, when school became my habit again, past time with friends to study, sometimes laugh, sometimes grieve, sometimes worry, all the activities that my friends and I do sometimes are just following the culture of the world.

At 13:02 pm, cloudy clouds perched in the sky forming clumps after lumps so that the sunlight could not show off the heat, he said, the air was somewhat blowing cold caressing the entire skin of the Pekerti High School disciples, the break hour had ended, the students were herded by the time on their respective classes, the lesson had to be resumed again.

The 12th grade students have been in their favorite seats, including me, although there are still menguegel running around is unclear because of the kejilan cause.

Who else if not the jail boy Anka, who was eagerly pursued by Ovy because Ovy had become a victim of Anka's frown. Basically Anka does often do fun on Ovy, doing kejilan in order to become the center of attention of the girl of his heart, a special incident that is only Ovy will experience. When all the disciples only knew the rumors, then with pride, I already knew the facts, and the facts were revealed directly by Anka. Yes, Anka likes Ovy, time after time she has faced, making the feeling of like has now developed into love.

However, all the busyness of my friends collapsed instantly, by the presence of Master Sukada. They began to rest, until all the disciples stood behind their desks, and when Guru Sukada stood behind his desk, all the disciples including me began to bow respectfully to the teacher, then sit back as our readiness to start the lesson.

“Kids, try later you after going home from school to the library with the class leader, and read the autobiography of the alumni of this school,” Guru Sukada's order that seemed to suddenly make both my eyebrows raised up.

I don't know what the order means, or what it's intended for.

The whole student was still stingy, no one commented or even asked, but I doubt that my friends would come with me to the library, no one would like to read in my class, yes, Vume likes to read, while the rest prefer to read a nominal sheet of money.

A few seconds later Teacher Sukada finally sat in his chair, he started to open his black suitcase, it seemed like the Economics lesson was about to begin. The students had taken out their written books, attention had been on Master Sukada, and rightly, the lesson of Economics had begun.

Whatever the subject, I will consistently observe the exposure of the teachers, however, when the explanation of the book chapter discussed has ended, and the question of answer becomes my intelligence testing, he said, until like the usual times, consistently, the value of the lesson essay results culminate in zero. Fortunately I got ten, as with today's Economics lesson, which miraculously scores ten is the value I now receive. Of the ten questions about the field of accounting only one is right, and it was also revamped by the teacher, which means, my ten was just to appreciate my efforts.

Surely, I have been looking for the answer in the book, but maybe because I am a less careful human being, lazy and always want to finish all this saturation quickly, then it is quite natural that the value of ten is the result of my efforts, and in the opinion that was accompanied by the advice of the teachers, I was not stupid, but too lazy to be careful when doing problems or schoolwork, so that the grades were as low as they were for me. I would love to be a smart kid, but again, I'm too lazy to sharpen my brain. Intelligence is important, but laziness is much more important to me.

Time passed with the lessons of Citizenship which became the cover of school activities today. Thundering clouds in the sky indicate rain will fall, gray clouds are still clustered to form clumps of clouds of dense gray, like cumulonimbus clouds. The air was gusting, to the extent that the girls who had long hair had to be scattered irregularly in this wind.

At 14:31 pm, I and all 12th graders were already in the library, just as Master Sukada ordered, we will visit the secret library of Pekerti High School. Maybe today is no secret if in fact, all students will know. More than that, I was grateful that all the disciples this time could join me, their presence had broken my doubts in the beginning.

The library is very quiet, yes, there is only a young man my 11th-grade sister who sits in the back seat of the admin desk, he becomes a clerk and a caretaker here. The library is only guarded by its students, it aims to make students want discipline, and responsibility, even though in reality there are students who are so careless to steal books belonging to the school, even though, or even doodling books with dirty pictures.

“You must be surprised! Here is a secret room!” exclaimed Anka so enthusiastically.

Anka walked faster in front of me, even though she didn't like reading books she was very excited about this. Right, the spirit to show the secret door.

We stepped through several book closets, my friends still casually following beside and behind me. My ears are also served by their voices that are fun to chat, but I do not really discuss their conversation so I do not know exactly what they are talking about.

“We're here!” anka said as loud as possible for the sake of her voice can be heard by all her friends.

We stopped our steps, stood between the bookcase that was two meters high, stood also looking at Anka who seemed to be the guide. Anka was standing facing us, her face full of excitement on us.

“Oke calm everything! You will surely glare in amazement .. because of what you will see, like in the mystery movies!” said Anka who seemed excessive, and indeed exaggerated.

We stumbled without any comment, and since I didn't want to disturb Anka's enthusiasm, being quiet and watching her was the right thing for me to do. Anka was not finished, she began to face the bookcase, looking at one by one neatly stored books, then her right hand pulled a red-bound book.

So, the ceramic floor was slowly shifted, a ladder to the basement began to appear. The secret has been exposed.

“Coolly!” tozka exclaimed in an excited manner to look closer to the point that he walked forward to approach Anka.

Some of my friends were moved to take a closer look, they were all shocked and amazed by the secret room.

“Damn it, it has been almost three years of school, I just found out if there is this secret place,” complained Tozka by crouching beside the door staring in awe.

“Cool-cool ...”

“Side dong I also want to see.”

“Kok can kayak so anyway?”

“Great! Our school is cool too yes.”

“Waaah ..”

I could only sit tight with my friends.

“Log in directly, that's the room.” My love out loud.

“Come in!”

“Come, said class leader can enter.”

Silly enough, there are only my friends who argue to enter first.

“I was the one who came in!” the word Sentia intimidated him to the point of willingly elbowing Cludy's right arm.

“Eh, look out for me first!” sergeant Cludy won't budge.

Tozka and Anka had entered first, followed by some of my friends.

“Woy! You guys are fighting! This thing was even credited.” I reprimanded Sentia and Cludy who were still excited to push because of a light squabble.

By being forced to pull Cludy's left hand away from the Sentia, trying to stop a completely vague spat was successful.

“You get off there first!” I showed the order to Sentia.

“Please hand me!” sergeant Cludy pulled his hand back from my grasp.

So without any words. Cludy came down the stairs to the basement.

The entire student had gone inside, leaving me the last one, which of course without wasting much time, I hurriedly started down the stairs, entering the autobiographical library.

“This is the surprise of both!” said Anka until the sound of her voice echoed somewhat in this hallway.

Yes, I was still walking in the hallway, still on my way to the first room, even I saw my friends were already in front, they were enthusiastic in this matter as well, only, I saw that my friends were already in front, I'd rather they'd be interested in the secret room, and not the books.

“There's room again!”

Just as I reached the underground library hallway, the second secret door had been opened, Anka was the one who opened it, I could see from a distance, she began to pull back the secret door opening book. I was standing behind a crowd of my friends, in this first room it was so narrow, we sometimes clashed together to get a nice wiggle room. To be honest, I actually forgot which book to pull to be able to dissect this secret room, but Anka did not forget in the slightest, she even did it without any mistakes.

I keep walking behind my friends, watching them from behind, doesn't mean I'm afraid that if my friends run away, I just have trouble getting back in front, people huddle together to close every gap to be able to infiltrate.

Fortunately for me it did not take long, we finally have been in the last secret room, so that all humans do not need to rush anymore to have their movement space, he said, this second room is still the same as the first time Anka and I came here.

The room was about the size of my classroom, with seven book closets, five of which were filled with autobiographical books, while two more were still filled with emptiness, the floor of a clean yellowish tile, no matter who was so diligent in cleaning this room, the three Compact Neon lights attached to the ceiling of this library were still shining illuminating every corner of the room, the red brick wall is still like an unfinished room, but that's how artistic this room is, called 'failed artwork.'

My friends had been to and fro exploring this underground library, but I hurriedly took a deep breath, preparing to exert strength for the sake of making a sound.

“Friends please read his autobiography book here, don't take it home!” the announcement I made is very important, considering I don't know for sure if we can borrow books at home.

Although my voice had echoed, giving the impression of my voice being repeated again, there my friends were like indifferent, they seemed to have been spread already know their respective duties.

I was standing in front of the hallway just watching my friends from here.

Anterta, the black-haired dreadlocks man with his thin body like malnourished, started reading books, and I didn't expect it.

Stovi the babil girl, the owner of bright blonde hair that was rubbed onto her back, blue eyes turned out to be willing to read an autobiography book.

Elpan is an absurd, well-bodied, exotic-skinned brown man, he also focuses on his book. 

Oteda, a fat man with a snail, his black hair was in harmony with his jet-black netra who was willing to read books, but he seemed to have only skimmed, from book to book.

Sentia black-haired girl shoulder to shoulder, toothed girl tongos also read the book she chose.

Kily, the girly girl, long black hair surging, read the book until her forehead frowned seriously, there might be a strong sentence written on the book to the point that she had to frown.

Oqde, a clumsy, beige-haired man, randomly reads books to the extent of sitting on the floor to enjoy every vocabulary listed in his chosen book.

Nuita, the yellow-skinned, long-beige girl with bangs that are flat on her forehead, the philophobic sufferer also reads his choice of books by leaning his back against the wall.

Tozka was a short man with a face full of acne until his black hair seemed like hedgehog fur, had theophobia, and he read books in earnest.

Ovy the motherly girl, the crazy girl with long tanned hair, the person with noverkaphobia, she read books together with Anka, the jail boy, which of course Anka did not read books, she read books together, he was just happy to be close to Ovy.

Loze, a thin oval-faced man, the only bald-headed man in this school, the atazagoraphobia sufferer, reads books with pleasure.

Cludy, the girl with long, cloud-white hair in the sky, a nephophobic, reads books casually.

Azopa, the wisest son and a class champion for three years in a row, the owner of round black eyes like a lunar eclipse, his short black hair as dark dreams, he also read books.

Vume, the calculating girl, the nerd, the bespectacled human with his long black hair that was down to his back, he liked to read so he picked up three books and read them at once without any confusion.

Wisty, the black-haired girl by the shoulder who framed with her sweet round face, she read a book.

Perto, the melancholic man, the black man, read the book with a questioning face.

Strange, they're all henchmen in reading books. It was beyond my expectations. And has broken my second doubt.

     

Those books don't find you reading

The book you wrote didn't write my name

Those books don't find you serving

The book you wrote didn't write the next day

    I devoured all your sweat

    Imagine that book could bring you back

     And I looked at your book last time

     And still can't find you reading