High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
CHAPTER 19: BURNING CHARRED IS CHANGE.
On the way home, I told all the initial events when I met the perpetrator, until finally the perpetrator was taken to the police station by Kak Farka, his bonus, and his wife, I told you about Kak Farka as an alumnus of Lily Kasih High School who told me to write an autobiography. Wisty's house was in the Hanataba complex, but, just as we were passing through the complex gate, my phone suddenly rang, and this was a phone call.
So I stopped for a moment in front of the houses, with my right foot on the road and I picked up the phone which was apparently from Guru Sukada.
“Laisa! Laisa where are you?”
The voice that sounded so panicked from Master Sukada urged me to reveal the whereabouts of my position.
“In Hanataba complex.”
I answered casually.
“Quick to school! Library fire! And your husband is in that library!”
Suddenly, the words of the teacher make me lucky, shocked not dumbass.
“What?! Teacher don't joke!”
I was still worried about the teacher's statement, but my heart began to fret in fear.
“Quick get here first! Teacher is not kidding!”
Without wasting much time, I put my phone back in my skirt pocket, I turned my bike, the teacher's voice sounded so convincing that it made me spontaneously head to school.
“Eh? What's the matter chairman?” wonder Wisty who doesn't know anything.
“The school library is on fire, and my husband is there,” I reply in panic.
“Hah? That right?” Wisty can't believe it.
But without responding, the pedal of the bike hurriedly, my forehead frowning, my breath rising and falling impulsively, along with my worries I hurried towards school.
The two big problems I faced in a day really made me unexpected. I hope my husband is okay.
Wait up! My husband's in the school library? Strange, why did he go there?
I continued to paddle my bike with astonishment that clutched my soul.
“That's black smoke? Uh, I think it's right, fire school,” said Wisty.
Sure enough, when I looked into the air, the dense black smoke soared high towards the clouds, for that reason the bike was still faster.
The school began to look, then I began to drive towards the gate, then when the gate had passed, I saw Guru Sukada with four adult men, and I saw him, three of them were about one more person was Mr. Queda the school guard - they ran from the toilet to the library, running while carrying a bucket of water to flush the fire in the library.
The bike I left lying in front of the class, Wisty and I immediately ran towards the library.
And right in front of our net, I found flames burning through the library, glass windows breaking, flames blazing in the maze burning the library.
“Laisa!” exclaiming Teacher Sukada came running towards me.
Clearly I was facing the teacher straight away, panic and anxiety now fused in my mind.
“Teacher! Where's husband?” I asked in panic.
Spontaneously, Guru Sukada's two hands held my shoulders in the hope that I would be calmer, although in fact not at all.
“Your husband is still in the library, you have to be calm,” said Guru Sukada with a serious facial expression, and his breath was wheezing plus sweat had overflowing his face.
I was downcast, Master Sukada's words did not calm me at all, but, far from my soul, a feeling of tightness began to seep into my heart, and at once it broke my heart, even my chest started to feel indigent, these were signs that I almost forgot, I almost forgot how to bring up one of these emotions, yes, I was about to cry.
“Come, you just wait in class, the fire department is coming soon ...” An invitation from the mouth of Master Sukada even for that he must embrace me.
I know Master Sukada is trying so that my soul can be strong, but it is not!
“NGGAK! I WON'T WAIT IN CLASS!” my sergeant ran to the school toilet.
“Laisa! Laisa!” Master Sukada fell silent in his call to me.
My hands began to shake, my eyes began to water, my breath began to rise and fall impulsively, my teeth bitten, my mind was confused and my chest felt indecent, I felt difficulty accepting this reality, I felt hard, but I ran to the toilet, I went into the ladies' room, grabbed a red bucket with water, and ran back to the library, when a man came to help me, I told him to stay away. I have been darkened by panic, trying alone to put out the fire.
And when I arrived in front of the library that had been burning so badly, in fact, how foolish, I put the bucket of water I carried on the ground, and then stepped down beside the bucket.
The fire is too big, a bucket of water can not be able to eliminate a fire of that size. My husband, no matter what happens now, my brain is even reluctant to imagine his condition, then obviously already, all I can do is to step down and enjoy the exercise of the heart.
But suddenly Master Sukada's hands clasped both of my shoulders, lifting me up and leading me away from the library.
Suddenly my cheeks began to warm, somehow my eyes felt full of water, my breath was warm, is it possible for me to cry? I hate it when I cry because crying is not perfect.
“Please take care of Laisa, Wisty ...”
Then I was embraced by Wisty, her soft right hand even stroked my right shoulder to calm me down.
“I don't know what to do, but .. patient is the class president, who is patient,” said Wisty with a gentle intonation.
My eyes glanced at Wisty's sweet face making me wonder, why so quickly, the calamity is now even approaching me? Moreover, it was as if the calamity had even turned around.
One important question, which until now, I still pendam. Why did Harfa my husband go to the school library?
Soon, my ears caught the vibration of the sirens of the fire engines, I did not know what to respond to it, which was obvious, with the glazed neutrals I was staring at the burning library, to the extent that the boisterous crowds began to arrive, the firemen began to perform their heroic duties.
Me and Wisty just stood a considerable distance in front of the library, more than that, only we disciples were here. Wisty was insatiable stroking my shoulders and I, my mind was still in a state of turmoil, my chest was agile, everything was scary, I hated to admit it, I was overwhelmed with sadness.
“Wisty, you should go home, bring my bike, later school bring again,” my door with surfing talk maybe and do not want my friends even come hard just because of my disaster.
“I don't know what to do, but .. is the chairman sure?” ask Wisty to make sure and it's true she wants to go home.
“Iya Wisty .. You should go home, but remember, don't talk about your problems to your parents, because your problems will be solved,” I replied reminding me again and my eyes forward to the fire that wants to be extinguished.
“Sorry yes ... if so, I go home ...” Wisty was too happy.
And silly either because he was nervous or how, he leaned in front of me and kissed my right hand as respectfully as I was his parents.
“He, no need to like that either.” I rebuked Wisty until I spontaneously smiled.
Yes, this is an accidental smile, a smile that appears because it sees a reality that tickles, so it is not a happy smile.
“Eh ma-maaf chairman, I don't know what to do ..” complained Wisty with a clumsy face.
I just nodded slowly, but this time there was no smile, in fact, my eyes were blank forward. And Wisty came home with my favorite bike, it was late, so it would be nice for Wisty to come home in a vehicle to get there quickly.
It is now 18:01 and the sky has blackened as it begins the night, the air is warm, it is because the fire that is burning the library creates the temperature around the environment begins to change, the, it's just that for now the firefighters are still working hard, more than that! The ambulance came with his help.
And Teacher Sukada ran from the classroom to me, and then stood beside me, resting right in the former position of Wisty, even so, my feelings of sadness did not change at all, I just felt empty and indecisive.
“Laisa, you will not live alone, everything will be fine ...” Teacher Sukada tried to calm me down.
After that, a few seconds we were in silence, before I finally echoed the question that had stuck in my head.
“Teacher, why did my husband even go to school? Though I've sent a message going home.” I investigated.
“Hmmmmm .. I don't know, anyway .. Your husband came, he said you asked to be picked up, well he said, you are in the library, your husband is looking for you, but ... when you came out of the library to go home, you suddenly heard an explosion, that's where the fire began to appear, you had to go into the library before the fire grew, but unfortunately when you saw, you saw, your husband was trapped by a fire that blocked the road, it was so big that you had to go out to get water, just baby, the fire got bigger because the library had flammable materials, so after that, after that, I don't see or hear your husband's voice anymore, it happened so fast.” Guru Sukada explained as explicitly as possible.
What kind of exposure I don't like to hear, I just don't like the fact that my husband came to this school thinking I was asking to be picked up? Why was the library on fire?
Everything that happened today is beyond logic. Who asked to be picked up? Why should my husband too?
So along with the strange feeling today, I intend to directly ask Teacher Sukada. But I just opened my mouth a little. Suddenly the damkar officers look rowdy, it turns out they managed to evacuate a victim.
The library has indeed begun to extinguish, the damkar officers apparently have worked quickly, yes, despite the fact that the fire still continues to burn in the library.
Sontak Guru Sukada ran to the victim, the victim was immediately put in an ambulance.
“Laisa hurry here! This is your husband!” exclaim Guru Sukada.
My eyes widened to hear it, so I hurriedly ran towards the ambulance, I got into the ambulance and my eyes immediately found a grown man lying in a gurney with a blackened body that was charred, burning, more than that, his face alone was difficult for me to recognize, but, thankfully I could still recognize him, that it was true that he was my husband Harfa.
“Ha-Harfa ...” I stammered to say his name, how not with his condition like this, making my soul feel shaken.
Harfa was silent, his eyes were closed, his mouth was clenched in an oxygen mask, he did not move at all, Harfa was completely injured.
A man I thought was a medic, sitting next to me, fell silent on alert, until I was unaware that a car had driven into the hospital.
While I still do not know how to do, my cheeks are still filled with tears of sadness, my chest is still agitated, my mind was confused.
Why does my husband have to be like this? It is an event that is completely beyond logic.
Ambulance sirens color my journey, tonight seems to be a tiring night for my soul, whether it will be what my husband will be like in the coming day, the yellow skin of my husband to my husband's face looks blistered, is it possible that her beautiful skin can come back? I even wish there was a miracle.
During the trip, I just sat there staring, staring at my husband's face that looked faded with good looks, and both my hands gripped my knees firmly, trying to stay strong to accept this harsh reality.
Until a few minutes later, the ambulance stopped, I had reached the front entrance of the hospital. So hurriedly the door was searched, the medics had come, they dropped my husband off, moved him on the patient bed, then rushed into the hospital.
And as for myself, I got down from the ambulance, and hurriedly followed my husband who was taken by the medics. We continued walking through the hospital lobby, then I stopped, or rather forced to stop in front of a room labeled 'ICU'.
“Please wait outside,” pinta adult man in white suit, who I thought was doctor.
My husband has been brought into the room, complete with two medics who went with him. Plus the doctor who was talking to me, entered the room. And the door is tightly closed.
So, since there was nothing I could do, I sat down in the long chair beside the door. I sat until I was back pensive.
Looking forward to the void, my heart still worried incoherently, my mind still cluttered at the fact my husband was experiencing. The problem was, I didn't ask to be picked up at the library, I had already sent my husband a message that I was going home late, but why did Harfa instead go to the school library on the pretext that I asked to be picked up, moreover, the library was burned while my husband was in it, again, this is really strange.
So for that reason, my troubled mind began to make assumptions about terror, or rather, someone was trying to harm my husband.
Maybe if I could check my husband's cell phone, it's possible to know who sent my husband a message I could tell, only, the problem now is, I'm not allowed into my husband's room, Harfa is undergoing an examination.
Just a sinking breath that I can now complain about, and waiting for my husband's examination to be completed is an act that I can now do, besides, I check my phone, a lot of incoming message notifications, and, the message is dominated by the school library fire that has been known by all students of Lily Kasih High School, ranging from 10th to 12th grade students enliven the discussion of school fires.
I don't care if you have to burn me
Because I'll recover later
I don't care if you live with the others
Because you're going to die for me
Go after the shooting star
And find yourself there
You'll see yourself crying over me
Not even you can kill me
