High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 14: LOGIC FLAW?

         When my blue iris was glued to all my friends, looking strangely and happily, my phone in the right pocket of my skirt suddenly sounded, giving a sign of an incoming message, I asked full questions, of course, took my phone.

From Guru Sukada: “How? Do all your friends read books? You surprised by that?”

Eh? Guru Sukada's message was really strange, as if the teacher knew if my friends really read, wait a minute, there was another message notification, and that was from Guru Sukada!

Teacher Sukada: “Try them, class president, they all obey the orders of the teacher without anyone running away, they respect the title of teacher you are holding, then what about you? Why is the title of class president that you are holding unable to make them obey your orders?”

Eh? Odd sentences again, as a result my forehead must be frowned at wonder with the message of Master Sukada, what does that mean?

My brain was again pumped more vigorously to be able to find Master Sukada.

I reply: “What does teacher mean?”

Teacher Sukada: “Laisa, do you think the title of class president Azopa gave was just a pleasure?”

Oh my God, what a puzzling question, to the point that I'm scratching my head in the back of this confusion. I really didn't know what it meant and the teacher didn't answer my question at all. So sending a message back is a brilliant idea.

Me: “Teacher, sorry, I don't know what the teacher meant?”

It took me a minute to get a reply from the teacher.

Teacher Sukada: “Laisa, do you know why your friends want to read books? Do you know why they won't follow your orders to write an autobiography?”

Again and again, why this time Master Sukada even questioned the thing that made my laziness to be exposed for a moment, just for the sake of that silly question, something that was not at all important in my opinion.

I reply: “So ... what should I do?”

I have been discouraged by Teacher Sukada's question.

Guru Sukada: “Try to find answers to the teacher's questions, all the answers are actually in your friend.”

Again, a difficult sentence for me to accept. However, however, I was also curious why my friends were willing to follow Guru Sukada's orders when this was not a lesson time.

One important thing, I'm amazed that in this basement cell phone signal is still strong, somehow it can be this way.

A minute more I have passed in my contemplation, silent like a wax statue, still looking at my friends full of astonishment, they are still fun to read the autobiography book alumni of this school. I put my phone in my school skirt pocket, intending to read one of the books here.

The whole carrying bag is actually still placed in class, so we do not have any hassles in moving.

Two meters tall, three meters wide, there was no closet number like on the top floor, but I continued to step into the middle of the room, where this middle closet had been filled with dozens of books. I looked at books one by one with high curiosity, I did not like reading, only, my curiosity moved me to start reading.

Time pushed me to hurry up to pick up the book, so my delicate right hand turned it on a book in the middle of the closet, grabbed it and stared at the title of the book on the front cover of the page.

'STAR SUN', a title that interested me enough to read it, my interest increased when I realized that this book was clean without any dust, as well as other books.

I opened the first page of the book and started reading:

Introduce, I am Cakrawala, my friends refer to me as a Guat, yes, a gurat to be remembered one gurat to be cursed, given the nickname because every time I fight, I fight, the red ink of my pen will be painted on the forehead of my opponents.

I'm just a stupid guy who doesn't like to study in school, I come to this school building, just to show the formalities of world culture, almost every day I sleep in class, I just want to go to school, no one dared to wake me up, not that they were afraid, just that they were saturated with my defiance.

Even the Goddess of the class leader was saturated with my sassiness, the chatty class leader, until I suspected that the chatter could be made a book.

It's just that, the Goddess's treatment of me was very special, yes, a class leader, the champion of the successive classes, such a smart woman, had fallen in love with such a stubborn man as me.

Once, when I was about to go mabal, I was spotted by the Goddess.

“Cakrawala .. don't mabal! Come with me to school!”

“I can't be ruled by anyone, so go.” Tukasku.

But, the stubbornness of the same class leader as me, made him continue to urge me to come to school, to the point that he kept tugging at my hand. We bicker, there really is a fierce quarrel, until reflexively, my powerful right hand slaps the Goddess hard enough, enough to make her lean and stop forcing me.

But unfortunately, when my body was about to turn away, my steps were blocked by the words of the class leader.

“You don't know! I mean, you are because I love you. I ... love you.” Reveal the Goddess who finally spoke bluntly.

At that moment, I grinned mocking his confession, I just didn't like it, that's all.

“Ha? The darling? Is it with that affection that I have to obey your orders?” My insinuation.

However, the Goddess left just like that, without any words spoken she no longer forced me.

Since then her behavior to me has been different, Dewi, the sweet girl who has a broken family, who survives alone, works in a cafe to make ends meet, the class president, who is, it looks stupid in front of love.

His love for me delivered him to the early gate of his freedom, yes, there are often schoolwork, I always ask the Goddess to do it, more than that, whatever I want her to give it, I always ask the Goddess to do it, maybe if I asked for his soul, he would give it to me too.

All the students knew the feeling of the class leader to me, to the point that I was scolded by his friends for treating the Goddess so badly as a jongos.

Yes, I've heard the Goddess cry because of me, but, I still smile casually enjoying my youth, no matter love, no matter smart, no matter the treasure, no matter the treasure, most importantly my young freedom I can still breathe.

Until time continues to revolve with the love of Goddess the class leader who has not been reciprocated, but still loyal to be doormat for my feet. I am cruel and naive, but that is my life. 

At night around the city, the day after graduation took place, I invited Dewi to enjoy the dark night in class 12, just sitting alone on the table, sitting face to face.

“This, enjoy the smoke with me.”

After a cigarette has been smoked, after the time to enjoy the cigarette has been lost, a question that I do not like was thrown from the mouth of the Goddess.

“Cakra, why the hell, are you not returning my feelings? You know that I love you.”

”Goddess, love accordingly, no need to overdo it.“ Reply with ease.

”I ... I don't overdo it, I love it, and that's all the proof.“ Bela Dewi meant it until she had to look at me.

I smiled calmly staring compassionately at the girl who was blinded by love. So I got a bottle of mineral water tucked in my inner jacket pocket, today, the Goddess will be released, I thrust my mineral water on her, and obviously, she said, the goddess immediately put up a probing eye.

”I'm not thirsty.“ Dewi Peranggah.

”Drink, and when you drink it I will love you.“ I imitate him.

”Ha?“

It took ten seconds for the Goddess to finally drink the water bottle that I served. She had been completely blinded by love, easily incited by the words of her heart's adoration. After that, it did not take five minutes, Dewi began to feel headaches and nausea. The goddess began to stand on the floor while clutching her stomach.

”Ca-cakra, it hurts my head once.“ The goddess complained bitterly looking at the pale wry face of her pas.

”It's okay Goddess, it's okay .. it's just to prove the extent to which you tread on your love feelings.“ I said as relaxed as possible.

”Ha?“ The eyes of the Goddess have been sparkling directed only at me.

A second later the Goddess was submerged onto the floor, lying down, she even convulsed in pain, her eyes bulging, from her mouth began to bring out white foam, her body began to stiffen, slowly but surely, the life of the Goddess finally faded.

My love, the Goddess of the class had died that night, died to prove her love for me. And as for the Goddess's question, about loving her in return, I obviously didn't love her. In addition, I made a red ink pen scratch on the forehead of the Goddess, as a sign, the tenth girl who died because of her blind love for me.

“Again, I can't be ruled by anyone, so go.”

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       At 15:01, unknown to the weather, I Laisa, still standing in the closet of Lily Kasih High School's autobiography library, I closed the STAR SUN book because I felt it was enough to read, I put this book back in its place. But this was not finished, my right hand, complete with my curiosity, again grabbed a book. The book is titled: Bintang Aldebaran. I read from the beginning of the chapter, then scramble to the last chapter, the whole story in the book can be quite strange. Not only that, the impulse of curiosity again attracted me to read other books, from book one, to the ninth book.

I can conclude that all the books here have a terrible story, terrible and flawed logic, this makes me doubt the fact this autobiography was made, could such a story exist in the real world?

When my daydream is struggling with the authenticity of the autobiography here, suddenly the voice of a girl bangs my ear, jerking me from my daydream, making me blink my eyes, until I reflexively turn my head to the right on the girl.

It turned out that Stovi, the babylon girl who called me with her thin tone, was standing near me within a meter.

“He, are you sure, this autobiographical book is sourced from a true story? How to tell a book here like a delusion anyway.” a question intonated ketus ejected from Stovi's mouth, even for that, the look of his face remains annoying.

I actually have the same opinion as Stovi, only my ignorance belies my doubts, I was pensive in confusion for a while.

“Everything from the real story.” I answered as confident as possible despite the fact that I was hesitant and did not know what to answer, while my answer is only to protect my ignorance, precisely be careful.

“What is the proof that all the books here are real stories?” the question was suddenly asked by Azopa's mouth.

Azopa stood beside my left, one meter is the rest of our distance. It's very annoying when this situation even seems to corner me.

“Of course all these books are from real stories, because the type is autobiographical.” sober answers I throw, trying to protect the truth of the books here.

“But the chairman, your reasons include logic defects,” refutes Azopa who does not believe, even he seems to demand me to bring up evidence.

Now that I felt really like I was being judged, every feeling of my tenacity began to waver, and then that feeling quickly engulfed my body, flowing trying to close my mind, forming an emotional turmoil, commonly called, anger.

“ADUUUUHHH WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS JUDGING ME, NO NEED TO PROTEST A LOT, JUST FOLLOW THE ORDERS OF YOUR CLASS LEADER ..!” I spoke as loudly as I could, until my voice echoed through the room, annoyed that my friends protested against my every statement, but I did it for their own good.

As soon as Stovi looked, he immediately turned away with a look of disgust at me, he did not like my tone, and indeed he never liked me.

“Debel base,” muttered Stovi with his voice that still sounds good by my two ears.

“YOU THE DEBIL STOVI!” I charged up by raising both hands to form a fist of wrath, staring at Stovi furiously.

“Heh ... It's good that I'm called debil,” grumbled.

“Sorry class president,” interrupted Azopa suddenly.

Obviously I immediately turned to look at Azopa's face with an annoyed look, and there, on her smooth face, she displayed a faint impression, her black eyes implying a foolish period. Damn this kid, it makes me even more upset.

“He what else? You also want to corner me ha? So wise of you!” no doubt I scold Azopa.

“Sorry if I corner you.” Azopa looked down full of regret, without a smile and her tone was so calm.

When the sentence had been well received by my two ears, Azopa then breezed away from my sight, as if he just wanted to show my stupidity, so that by doing so, Azopa, the entire student could laugh at how stupid the class leader of this 12th grade was.

         Read-read in the library ended when on time showed at 17:01, the rain has flushed, accompanied by a flash of lightning that is like forming the roots of a tree, the rain has flushed, and because it was raining so hard today, I was forced to go home to be picked up by my husband, I put my bike in the car with me, the day ended with a load of thoughts about today.

What does Guru Sukada's question mean?

Why do all my friends want to read?

And what does all this mean? Why do I have to do an autobiography?

I was going to ask them, it's just that the atmosphere is less supportive, fatigue can make the focus of brain performance is hyped by their emotions.