High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
CHAPTER 1: HERE I AM ....
This is the dining room, I and my husband have swallowed the breakfast I made. Even after that, we did a habit, and it almost became cultural, touching the dimple of my cheek with both of her little fingers, that's what she did.
“I love the way you touch my dimples with your little finger.” I express my feelings at this time.
“Dan, we already discussed that ...“ My husband is relaxed and his casual attitude always amazes me.
Yep! I got married young, and in fact, my youth went well, I was free to express, free to befriend anyone, even, whatever I wanted my husband to grant it, my school went well, as long as the sweet girl remains my identity, then the world must recognize my independence!
Romantic, that's my husband, and ambitious it was me, it's just, laziness is our attitude towards life, he's lazy and too lazy to tidy up the household items, including his own clothes! I was too.
And harmoniously, that's the perfect word to describe our closeness, every time he comes home from work and I go home from school, we'll spend some time karaokeing, then teaching together, and clean up your own house.
My husband has a body that looks like a copassus, his skin is yellow and looks sexy when the morning sun shines on his skin, his eyes are jet black looks like charcoal wood, his short hair that is drizzly looks harmonious with the shape of his square face, his good looks like a Hollywood movie star, Tom Cruise, he is a relaxed man, not a bitch! What is usually a smile on its own is not nutritional, nor cold! Which if called just usually silent and silent as if forgetting if it has ears, and not angry! If given a piece of candy suddenly go berserk even ask the candy factory, my husband is not like that! He's a man act, not much behavior, very understanding, fatherly and of course cool!
Besides, my husband's body scent is also as fragrant as red roses, he loves roses, and I love it because he loves it.
If I was upset, my husband would recite poetry, or play the guitar, even though the ends of the plays would be lame, and indeed my turmoil would be lost if there was anything I could laugh about, more than that is sleep, in fact, my turmoil is only limited to trivial things, such as not getting pocket money, scolded by teachers, or school friends who mutebelin, but, but, my wise husband always knew my mental side, exactly how I felt.
Well, uniquely, my husband rarely looks sad, no one knows why he rarely looks sad, even if there are life problems, he must always negotiate with me, he said, the ridiculous tip of my response is always strange and absurd, so always my help seems to add to the complicated problem, or at least, add to the burden of my husband's mind. Although I was still childish, but my husband always accepted my advice with a good response, without any criticism or reproach, my husband was actually wise, even he should not need my opinion, he said, I don't know why he asked for my opinion.
One important thing! Actually I don't really like poetry very much, but out of the dozens of poems my husband ever made was only as much as I remember.
Laisa, I hate my poetry because it's not as graceful as your nails
Let our young married be a disgrace
Love is not a crime and marriage is not a sin
Then I'm sorry if I'm always by your side
But calm Laisa, death is what we will enjoy later.
The most pleasant thing was that I was betrothed by my late parents to a handsome and responsible man! Seven years is our age and one year is our marriage age.
Actually my husband's job is only a clerk in the city library of Artana, the salary is not much, in fact, the luxury house we have is only limited to the relics of my late parents, perhaps for the girls out there, established men as life partners have become the culture of their mindset, although, my husband Harfa, has had the psychiatric characteristics that women out there are looking for, surely men are perfect.
There was one thing that always moved me, he was willing to not eat two days just so that I would forgive his mistakes, in fact, my husband was a religious man.
The reason I was betrothed was because my parents both had a rare disease, the fear of my uncertain future was the cause, they were orphans too, so they had no family, they also have the same hobbies, the same way of eating, the same skin color, and both like to snore, strange indeed they have the same life, he said, sometimes I laugh at their identical lives, but cry over their forever departure, then smile happily as they match me to a handsome and quite dashing man, I fall in love at first sight, and then smile happily as they match me up to a handsome and quite dashing man, strangely the man also fell in love at first sight, I returned to laughing at a life, which was as if I were continuing my parents' love story, and laughed again because it was strange.
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And one day, exactly seven months ago, I met with Kak Farka, an alumnus of Lily Kasih High School, we met at a cafe near the highway.
The charismatic man came to me and sat at the same table, his signature perfume so fragrant on my nose, his formal appearance impressed that he was a rich man, uniquely I thought that he was a respectable man, he said, he introduced himself, but I wasn't interested either.
”Murid new yes in Lily Kasih?“ Brother Farka investigated but was more concerned to be sure.
”Iya Brother!“ I answered with pride. I was indeed a freshman 11th grader, but how did he know that I was a new student, just met this time.
”Family, love, friends, friends, possessions, happiness have you achieved, what are you going to school for?“ Brother Farka asked a strange thing that made my forehead frown thinking strongly for the sake of knowing his determination.
”Ha?“ I finally gave up thinking.
”Sister mean, what is your purpose of school? What dreams? Sister wants to talk seriously.“ The phrase is very absurd, quite absurd for people who are just first encountered.
”Sure to be smart.“ I answered as if.
”Ya. But your life is not perfect.“ Brother Farka smiled calmly with a sentence that made me instantly uneasy.
I had atelophobia, that everything had to be perfect, I started to get anxious and scared, until my body started to break out in cold sweat.
”I've lived perfectly! Yes I live perfectly!“ My frantic and furious reply was made known by Brother Farka.
”Quiet, quiet, sister just kidding.“ Brother Farka tried to keep me relaxed which in fact I kept panicking.
It's kind of weird to know about Brother Farka, as if I knew my phobia, either by chance, or he knew it.
”Sister friends have written their books, do you want to join the school separation project?“ he continued to explain his deity.
”Project?“ obviously I was surprised because Kak Farka's invitation was very taxa.
”Making the best history, for the sake of the underclassmen, so that they are safe.“ Brother Farka explained with a terrible impression.
”Eh? Congraday? Our class sister is why?“ I probed seriously, and my atelophobic panic began to wane, but confusion swept through my mind.
”Look, you want to not write your life history? Writing autobiography?“ ask Kak Farka offers as if the offer is the cheapest price of a luxury residence.
”Eh? Wh-wh-what for? People my life is perfect, why do people read books that everything is happy, even a novel should there be intrigue in it?“ I was half-dead astonished.
By unraveling a secretive slanted smile and a body that was a little close to me, I thought he wanted to kiss me.
”Well, then, help your friend to be able to like you.“ His words were convincing and impressed with the obligation.
That one earnest sentence, like an order from a president to a state intelligence and I swallowed my saliva, lifted my chin, flashed an eye of seriousness, then suddenly, I laughed.
Brother Farka again sat down normally with a smile full of meaning, which implied that he had a treasure that only he himself had.
”You can smile proudly when happy, but, can you smile happily when hard?“ Farka's question came back mysterious, she seemed to want to devour me in a hurry, to be exact, wanted me to follow her.
”For what I trouble if in fact I have had fun, anyway the end must have fun.“ I insinuate.
”But sometimes, we have to go down to see to what extent when we are above.“ Brother Farka replied to stay strong to make me interested.
”Ahk, the end is tiring and meaningless as well.“ I replied with a ketus, because it is not important to also write a book, what else I am lazy.
”Even a king must go into the land just to know, how far his people can plunge into the earth.“ Again and again Brother Farka urged with his figurative sentence, hoping that I would be interested, but not.
”Sorry Brother, the parting project is like no deh.“ I refused outright without any prior negotiation.
Brother Farka nodded slowly, his charismatic face flat, but contemplation emanated from both of his net highlights, he thought of something, whether it was an electricity bill, or perhaps an unpaid land tax.
”Then ... I'll see you in seven months,“ said Kak Farka by getting up from the chair.
“Why seven months? Sister has not taken a shower yes.” I'm kidding.
“Gak .. let you later understand, if every person, has an interesting story that can be a life lesson of his neighbors.” The somewhat joking serious speech was ended with a smile implying a secret.
I was just a mangosteen with no meaningful response.
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My life has always been so beautiful, that sometimes, I don't care about my surroundings, I'm an ambitious girl, but, behind that, I'm lazy, and often lazy, too, I'm not the type of person who acts out and stays silent when bullied, I'm always against those humans who try to colonize me! My ideas are very strange, even somewhat odd, being a football referee, no matter my friends mock, no matter if the world laughs, that's my dream, that's my dream, confidence is what I always do.
But since I've been contemplating my life, I've started to think that the autobiography is the right thing to start a new experience, even though the love story I have is a bit absurd, my life is a bit strange, it's weird and flawed, but, smiling with pride is an expression that I do to accept all fate!
This is our story, chronicling history in order to introduce mental and intuitive development from generation to generation, to be precise, making quality history in order to show the progress of every human soul that develops, brother Farka, alumni of the class two years ago, have recorded its history, but, they failed, did not fail anyway, more lead to not being able to reach the target, because there is no history that failed, because there is no history that failed, precisely that failure is an important part of history, then I as the class leader of the 12th class of Lily Kasih High School, will continue their struggle!
Bright, it's good news today, in fact, tonight I will eat alone with my beloved husband Harfa, it's common for us to eat together, it's just, I consider today as special, I think, how not, after a month of not cooking dinner, then today, I will cook!
“Remember, do not mabal, if you do not want to go to school, by the way.” My husband suggested with his wise attitude.
I nodded steadily with a bitten smile, the man really made me always feel at home beside him, his eyes and thin tanned lips always made me miss home.
And there, on his square face, was a thin smile full of peace knotted up for me.
“Already, do not look at me as if I am a thief of sandals, the right school, so that you can be more successful than your husband.” My husband came back to talk jokingly and continued to support my life.
Again I repeat! Before going to school, I would smile at my husband until my dimples bent, then my husband would touch my dimples with the little fingers of both hands, errat! Not with his feet!
To me it was his kiss, something unique indeed, even somewhat strange, but, it seemed to me perfect, I felt privileged, then I left school in a marsupial spirit.
And in fact, I don't like the friendly, or the romantic, only, I wouldn't refuse if it was my husband, in this case, I always chose, I always did, I'd rather laugh with stupid things than smile with complicated things.
'KRING KRING CRING'.
My bike bell will I ring when I arrive at my school, Lily Kasih High School, the most beautiful, unique, and refreshing school?
My friends would greet me when their eyes accidentally saw me.
I'm the only kid on a bike!
My husband once offered me to be escorted by car or motorcycle, even complete with a private driver but, I'm an apologist.
”I'd rather make my feet work vigorously, than rest them for a purpose.“
So, he will ruffle my hair and the bike becomes a gift, precisely, a form of affection.
The charismatic owner girl as bright as the twilight sky
He forgot to breathe out seven times next to me
Laisa, the one word I'm trying to breathe
It's crazy but I'm happy
Enjoy how ugly I am beside her
It's crazy but I'm proud
It's lust and I'm happy
I whispered my name in his ear and he smiled
We find God in the same bed
And every disaster we enjoy
