High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 17: THE SHARP TONGUE OF THE SWORD.

         The time to turn around the signal has come the time to go home from school, at 14:14 pm and bright, cotton-like clouds perched in the blue sky, the air gently caressed all the creatures in the city of Artana.

School has been completed, the students have gone home.

And it was at this moment that Wisty and I were standing across the street in front of the gate of Pekerti High School, waiting for someone suspected of a criminal who attended Pekerti High School. I the class leader will make a calculation to the perpetrator today too, Wisty has explained the details of her disaster through a message to my phone, Wisty told me that she was called by a male student of Pekerti High School, Pekerti, the uniform and logo became the source of Wisty's belief that the boy was a student of Pekerti High School - with the excuse of asking for help to bring some used cardboard to Pekerti High School, Pekerti High School, and in a deadly seduction coupled with Wisty's high empathy, making Wisty want to help the boy, Wisty was then taken to the back of Pekerti High School, she was hugged by the man, even almost raped, before Wisty finally dared to fight and thankfully he escaped the death of crime before the crime found its peak.

And this time, the offender will get his reward!

I have stood in front of Wisty, and she stands holding my bicycle handlebars, besides her guarding my bike, she will also show the face of the perpetrator. The atmosphere is quite crowded with street vendors neatly lined up in front of the school, in Pekerti High School does allow small traders to be able to pick up sustenance here, in contrast to Lily Kasih High School which does not hesitate to bring traders to the law if they dare to trade in the school area, except when there is a school event, the law does not apply.

But the green scene lay behind us, the shady green trees were lined up behind us, and when the wind blew, the rustling of leaves clashing against each other seemed to give peace here, even Wisty with my bike had been resting under the bedaru tree, the occasional wheeled vehicle became a sight on the highway, and my eyes were fixed alerted all over the school area.

Students of Pekerti High School have not been seen out of school, of course not yet, the school has additional lessons or school organization activities, which often require them to stay in school, the school has not been, so that makes me have to be more patient waiting for the return of the students, and I am obliged to be grateful my angry soul can still be muted to be patient.

Time revolves around us who stand without pain here, waiting and waiting for a good opportunity for me to beat the perpetrator, thanks to my vigilance, my intention to play mobile games is gone, even I was ready to stay here despite having to go home late at night.

For my husband does not know about this, especially the teachers at school did not know this disaster, I did want to cover it temporarily, so this problem I can not overcome, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it.

The wind suddenly blew, the leaves were noisy, my cream hair was scattered irregularly in the wind, enough to make me have to brush my hair so as not to disturb my view, and had to be patient again waiting for the appearance of the perpetrator.

So we had to stand waiting together for time that again rotated towards dusk, took an hour more for my smooth legs willingly glued here to ache, until I found Wisty depressing in the grass while focusing on her smart phone, although she looks relaxed, her sweet face without crying was still plastered, as a result of which my mother's taste seemed to surge back.

I don't know exactly how Wisty feels right now, I don't know what's in her mind, even her intentions right now I don't know, only what I know is, what I know is, Wisty tried hard to stay strong to accept the harsh reality of her life, it all emanated from her black eyes, yes I am sure of that!

I could have gotten into Pekerti High School, or I could have reported to the teachers there, but I didn't want to waste energy on it, moreover, the student must have left the school as well, so it was easier to beat him up.

Moreover, the notification of incoming messages that search on my phone is not at all indicated, because whatever happens I must focus on replying to the child!

I stood around, my blue eyes watching the school gates, hoping full, that the perpetrator would appear.

Until the sky began to turn orange, the air began to grow cold, saturation began to touch my soul, and was struck at 14:20 pm, my saturation slowly faded, my vision began to sharp, my breathing began to rise and fall impulsively, my angry emotions began to stir. Yes, the disciples of Pekerti High School finally started to disperse, spreading out towards their respective residences.

“Wisty! Come quick! Show me where the person is,” my door firmly.

It didn't take long, Wisty immediately hurriedly stood to my right, she started to narrow her eyes, staring fixedly at any of the students who appeared, she said, twenty meters is the distance we are from the school gate to be able to ruffle the school if we want.

Man after man has sauntered away from our sight, but no sound from Wisty's mouth shows the nose of the perpetrator, I continue to put eyes and ears full of readiness, even my fingers have clenched fists.

“That's his son!” wisty said suddenly.

“... it's a man who wears a black bag, a tall man, who again buys juice ...,” continued Wisty by pointing at the perpetrator who is still hesitant to make sure.

“Which one is?” I really still don't know.

“It, which in the bag there is the writing Fak bich.” firmly Wisty.

Exactly right! I know where the guy is! A man who was buying grape juice, in fact, he did not seem to be alone, there was a woman beside him who both bought juice, I think he was his lover, can be seen from their familiarity.

And the man seemed oblivious to the presence of his victim who had now come with the one who would punish the perpetrator.

“Wisty, wait here, let me punish the man,” my door as I step over to the perpetrator.

“Hem.” Wisty agreed accompanied by a steady nod.

I stepped hurriedly towards the doer, I would not beat him, for the saying was that 'tongue is sharper than sword and words can kill feelings' so at first I will play a little with his feelings, the words I will use become my weapon.

The atmosphere is still enlivened by the students who took the time to roast.

“HEI WAIT!” I cried as loud as possible to the point that all the human eyes here looked at me.

But my call did not stop the man's footsteps at all, he continued to walk towards the highway. But I hurriedly pulled his left shoulder so that the man turned his body to face me, the bonus woman who walked with him, also twisted his body to face me.

We are now standing face to face in a meter distance.

“Eh, what the hell?” the man complained.

Oval face full of acne with black eyes belo complete with short curly hair, that's the picture of his appearance, he even has a height equivalent to my husband.

“Eh, there's bule,” he said who somehow he praised me or mocked me.

I am indeed like an overseas person, but do not know for sure if there is an outsider bloodline or not.

“There was nothing like pulling my shoulder really rough?” rub the man in a relaxed tone.

We rubbed each other, and I took one step back, crossing my arms, I put on a look of disgust at this man.

“Eh, lo from SMA Pekerti huh?” ask a woman standing to the left of the perpetrator.

She's an ordinary girl, with long, dark hair down to her shoulders, brown-skinned sapodilla, and she's no prettier than Wisty.

“Yes, I am Laisa, the class president of class 12 came here to ask,”.

Pekerti High School Uniform and Lily Kasih High School are only distinguished through the color of the lower suit and the school logo, Pekerti High School has a turquoise blue bottom suit color, while Lily Kasih High School is black, while Lily Kasih High School is black, and the book logo is owned by Pekerti High School, while the peacock fur pen is the logo of Lily Kasih High School.

”Ask what?“ reply the black haired woman.

”Eh?“ The perpetrator was surprised to feel strange about my question.

”Ya has,“ he continued to answer my question firmly but his attitude is still relaxed yet conscious by berazam my presence.

I smiled with a grin, happy to realize that he had already entered my trap.

”Please tell him, if he has given birth to dirt on the face of this earth,“ my insinuation without hesitation.

Suddenly my innuendo made the two humans in front of me frown with a serious face.

”What do you mean?“ throw out the perpetrator.

”Listen first!“ my exposition.

”Do you want your mother harassed?“ back again I echoed a question that invites emotional turmoil, but my goal was to want to hurt his feelings.

”He, why are you weird like that?“ the woman next to the perpetrator started to feel strange.

”Jawab first, later I tell.“ I insist to hear the answer of the perpetrator.

”Yes does not want, strange aja ...“ finally the perpetrator spoke.

”But does your mother know that her son is a fucking asshole?“ once again I echoed the most heart-wrenching sentence and may his heart be slashed.

”He mean what the hell is that kayak? You find a problem?“ the perpetrator has been shunned.

”No, calm down, just calm down, I just want to ask... is your mother a demon to the point that her son really looks like a demon?“ again and again the most heart-wrenching sentence I echoed and even I remained relaxed in this matter.

Suddenly the woman pushed my right shoulder in disbelief.

”He! If you have your mouth guarded yes!“ the hardic.

I am grateful that the saying is true, my words and my tongue have worked together well, until the results are satisfactory. Yes, the two humans in front of me started to get angry. What else is the perpetrator who shows his angry face.

”Eh, why hold it? You're his friend the devil huh?“ casually and with a smile on my face, the two men's coachman appeared before me, especially when I swept his shoulder that had been touched by the girl as if the girl's touch was dirt.

”He! What the hell, you are looking for problems yes!“ hardik the girl pushed back my right shoulder until I took two steps back.

The few humans who were still here started to glance at us, glancing questioningly and still did not know that there was a brash disciple in front of me.

”HE! THIS MAN HAS ABUSED MY FRIEND! SHE DID SEXUAL HARASSMENT!“ I jerked the girl by pushing her slowly, not forgetting that my left forefinger was directed at the perpetrator in order to corroborate my accusation to the perpetrator.

And thanks to my words, the entire pair of human-human eyes in this area directly led to us.

”He! Be careful if you have a mouth! Don't play that slander!“ snapping the perpetrator in self-defense while pushing my left shoulder hard enough, enough to make me take three steps back.

But in my haste to do my silat, I threw a steady punch right at his throat, to the point that the man bent down and coughed at his agonized neck. And the cup of grape juice grasped in his right hand somewhat splashed.

”Eh, fuck you!“ the woman did not accept my harsh treatment of the perpetrator.

But dear, when the woman was about to push me again, reflexively slashed her left hand and impulsively thrust both palms against the chest of the girl, making a strong thrust, she said, so it causes the situation to turn around, it is precisely the girl who bounced backwards until submerged into the asphalt. My push that turned out like a punch couldn't be held back by both of his legs. Now the girl was sitting on the asphalt with her breathing and angry face, even more than that! His wine juice had all spilled.

”He why is that why?“

”Loh why this?“

Some people began to come to me, even wondering about my actions, now we are the center of attention of the humans present, but the stupid time with it.

”LAKI THIS IS A BEDEBAH ...“ I pointed to the perpetrator but my shout faltered.

”ENOUGH LAISA!“ suddenly the stern voice of a man I knew cut my sentence.

A man I hated, a man who asked me to write an autobiography, Brother Farka has stood beside me in a three-meter distance, his appearance is still as neat as the first time I met him wearing a formal suit shades of black, his hair black drizzle complete with a charismatic radiance that feels more and more brilliant, he stood slipping his hands into the pocket of his black pants, he was standing, while looking at me with a flat face. But it makes me surprised to realize the sudden presence of Kak Farka.

Damn it, why did this guy show up?

Take a piece of money and let us burn it together

Eat a piece of cheese and we spit it out together

Promise to live and we betray together

But you don't understand Laisa

      Then blow me Laisa but you slap me instead

      Or spin next to me Laisa but you're gone

      Then take my life Laisa but you kill me instead

      And you still don't understand Laisa