High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 20: PERFECTION IS A GOAL.

         Lily Kasih High School group message through social networking media, I have answered all their questions, not only that, they apparently already know that my husband became a victim of a library fire, he said, many of them prayed for my husband to be fine, not least the teachers, but the only message I didn't read was, the principal's message, yes, of course, the message from the principal was too long for me to read, he even sent a speech script.

I even realized that in this group of online messages on my phone, it turned out that a portrait of a burning library had been displayed in this online group, Wisty was the one who photographed it, no matter when she photographed it, she said, but certainly, the portrait was flooded with comments about the concerns of netizens, precisely the students of Lily Kasih High School who became upset because there was no more courtship, no more place to watch movies 'even the students complained that there was nothing more to read, because the book had all burned, but I doubted for the reason of the latter, only a few liked to read.

However, right now, I immediately wrote down my heart about the oddity of the library fire, which was burning while my husband was in it, plus the message he thought I was asking to pick up, he said, only 30 seconds of my writing was posted, comments had appeared, many of the comments assumed that someone wanted to harm my husband, while the rest thought that it was just a coincidence, but the truth is that none of the comments provide a solution.

So to eliminate my saturation, I continued my favorite online game, which of course I played games with Anka online.

Realizing also that I had stopped crying, until I felt my cheeks feel stiff, maybe due to my tears earlier, yes, tears that stopped but not my sadness that disappeared, she said, my heart remained agitated because the bitter reality rightly felt thick.

When the time is not tired of working, I was busy waiting with the game that made me fall asleep long enough, enough to make me angry because the battery power of my phone runs out already.

“Fuck shit!”

Along with my swearing, suddenly a charismatic man came up to me. And when my blue net is pointed right at his face, Farka's sister is the one.

“Tenik, brother will help you ... again,” said Kak Farka with a peaceful smile and thank goodness he brought my carry bag that had been left behind at school.

Brother Farka stood in front of me within a metre, his appearance kept neat in a formal suit like a boss of a large company, making me put my phone in the right pocket of my skirt, I stared at the black netra of Brother Farka with my heart that was even more agile, then bowed to try to accept this bitter reality.

A moment later, Brother Farka sat down on my right side, until we stumbled in silence, taking a few seconds before finally Brother Farka spoke. But since that's why Brother Farka gave me my carry bag, I accepted it without saying 'thank you.'

“Si offender, will be tried another week, then jailed. And that's for sure.”

“How much money to put him in jail?” I probed still down while opening a gray and black sling bag to pick up the phone charger.

“No need to ask, the point is that it can buy a house,” said Kak Farka kept the nominal money secret.

“Who's the name of that fucking asshole?” I'm still raking in my carry bag.

“So I forget his name, but most importantly his sin we always remember,” replied Kak Farka sarcastically.

I just nodded in agreement. Until silence returned, making me straighten up, then I can look at the face of Kak Farka in a distance of three fingers.

“Kak, do you have a HP charger?” I asked to make sure, damn it, I forgot to bring a charger and left the bag lying on the floor with the zipper open.

Kak Farka's eyes glanced in shock at me, especially as my questions raised both eyebrows, three seconds later the fingers of Kak Farka's right hand whispered in the breast pocket of his suit.

“Clean your face first,” said Kak Farka while thrusting a packet of tissue.

“Loh ..?” I was amazed but realized that maybe my face was messed up with my tears, so I took some of the tissue and wiped my face.

But wait a minute! The insolent! Why does this tissue smell like my husband's favorite perfume, roses!

So with the weather and the soul returning, I threw the tissue forward, and let the tissues be a sign that littering was just done, but to me it was a sign of my anger.

Not stopped! I directly focused my fist on my thigh which formed a fist of wrath.

“WHY DO YOU WEAR ROSE PERFUME?” I jerked until all the humans present in the lobby looked at me.

Although Kak Farka's perfume is now not the fragrance of roses, but the tissue is still wearing perfume that Kak Farka had used.

“Why angry?” ask Brother Farka.

“That smells like my husband, and I don't like my brother using it!” my sergeant bowed with a burst of anger.

“Ha? Are you angry too when a grandfather fragrant roses?” sindir Kak Farka's.

“I'M JUST MAD AT BROTHER! NOT ON GRANDPA-GRANDOM!” I again attacked with the weather on the words of Brother Farka who did not understand.

Three seconds no response from Brother Farka, he stumbled like contemplation, until somehow seconds passed, finally Kak Farka revealed the reason.

“Sister wife who told me to use rose perfume, but .. brother change after you do not like, uh, it turns out the rest of the rose fragrance is still attached to the tissue ..”.

Along with my sting, Brother Farka picked up the tissue from my face and put it in his pants pocket.

Apart from that, I contemplated the confession of Kak Farka, on the one hand I still carried a sense of indignation with the events of that time, but on the other hand I understood the confession of Kak Farka, Kak Farka, that he just wanted to please his wife, let alone that I was quite touched by his confession that changed the fragrance of his perfume because I didn't like it. And I take it as a fact.

“Kakak also knows, that there is an irregularity in the library fire, so it seems, we need the police to investigate this matter,”, Kak Farka suggested while proffering a mobile phone charger.

Before I took the checker, I closed the zipper of my carry bag, then put on my bag, and then I took the charger while chirping looking for an outlet.

But unfortunately, no outlet has been found, not even had the topic of conversation Kak Farka I responded, suddenly, the door labeled ICU opened. A grown man in a white suit who was allegedly a doctor, came out of the room.

“Eh, doctor!” I cried while getting up from sitting.

The doctor immediately faced me, he turned out to be quite tall, about the height of Kak Farka, even looks old, maybe half a century old, just that Kak Farka is still more handsome than this doctor.

“How is doctor?” I asked worriedly.

“Adik is lucky, father sister life we can still save,” replied the doctor casually.

Damn, the doctor thinks I'm my husband's son, probably because the school uniform attached to my body makes him dare to think I'm Harfa's son.

“Eh? I'm his legal wife!” I confirmed my status with Harfa that the doctor had mistaken.

”Oh .. sorry Dik, uh Bu ...“ the doctor with the label on his suit that says 'Entuy' apologized to me with a clumsy attitude for mistaking.

But it's strange to realize the doctor's name is Entuy.

“Call me Laisa, remember! Laisa!” I said while pointing at myself but the effect was like showing off a mobile phone charger.

“Iya ... Laisa,” said the doctor tested her tongue to say my name.

“So, Doctor Entuy .. Can I see MY HUSBAND?” ask me with emphasis on the word 'my husband'.

“Eh, my name is not Entuy .. oh surely because of this identifier yes ..?” refute the doctor while pointing the name label on the chest of his suit.

I frowned in wonder.

“My name is Arkasa, Doctor Arkasa. And this suit has my friend,” said Dr. Arkasa.

“Origin do not get caught, that's all easy,” reply Doctor Arkasa with a proud smile.

Eh? Doctor is that an disciplinarian?

“Ya already ... can I peek?” ask for permission again.

“Let's go, your husband wants to be moved,” refute Doctor Arkasa.

“Move to where?” my wonder.

“Ke graveyard ...,” replied Doctor Arkasa who even joked.

“Eh? The correct doctor?” I take Doctor Arkasa's answer so seriously.

“Hehehe .. I'm not just kidding.”

It's annoying at critical times like this the doctor is even fun to joke.

“DON'T BE BRASH!” I obviously touched her angrily, for no matter how much my husband's misfortune should be made a joke.

So thanks to my jolt, people looked back at me, more than that, Brother Farka immediately stood to my right and his left hand held my right shoulder to make me calmer.

“Ma-sorry, sorry .. but you can already go inside,” reply Doctor Arkasa with his gaze turned sour and then left awkwardly.

With an impulsively up and down in anger, I then entered the ICU room, until I found three people who I thought were medical members tidying up this spacious room.

When I and Brother Farka were in the room, the three medical members rushed out of the room by leaving the door exposed. But one of them said 'don't touch anything, please put the bag outside and be asked to remain sterile.' In fact, I don't care, I don't like to be ruled and no one can rule me!

A second later, I returned the mobile phone charger to Brother Farka while saying:

“Sister please lower brother's hand from my shoulder.”

So Brother Farka lowered his left hand which was holding my shoulder earlier.

“Eh, sorry, sister forgot.” Brother Farka also rolled up his charging cable and put it in the inner pocket of his suit.

This rungan! Yes, a spacious room to my estimation can be made three rooms. But there were only two beds of patients lying side by side, with medical equipment that was quite complete and right in the patient bed in front of me, a human wrapped in bandages that covered all parts of his body, except for the two neutrals, lying there, my husband Harfa lay helpless.

I slowly moved my legs closer to her, along with that, my eyes somehow suddenly started to tear up, my breath felt tight, and I bit unexpectedly. Now in a short distance, my husband can clearly be looked at.

My breathing was heavy, my saliva was trying hard, and looking fixedly at my husband's bandaged face.

Is it possible, his face remains handsome? My mind became confused thinking about it.

My nose began to slimy, my cheeks back filled with tears, then bowed down to absorb the chest of his arms that could not accept this bitter reality. So with my husband's condition, absolutely, Harfa is flawed, no longer perfect.

Automatically, a mental illness returned to me, causing my fingers to clench tightly, my teeth to bite, my jaw to harden, my eyes to shut, my atelophobia to cover me.

“Laisa ..”

That voice! Call from my husband! My husband began to wake up, then reflexively my eyelids were exposed, and I found my husband's jet-black eyes were fixed on my face, making us cry, I even frowned looking at my husband.

“Liasa ... you .. no.. need to cry.” especially my husband's mouth covered in bandages still had time to talk, he said, though she was frail but her words were still heard by my ears.

It's just that somehow in my head, myself like whispering a sentence that:

“My husband is not perfect.”

“My husband is not perfect.”

“My husband is not perfect.”

The words did not even stop, continuing to shadow my mind. So, I stared at not liking my husband, or rather, fearing.

“Sorry ... I am troubling you ..” shrewdly my husband who apologized instead.

But unfortunately there was no meaningful response from me, to the point of wanting me to look for a moment at my facial expression, because I also did not know what my facial expression was like when my phobia had attacked.

“But ... how to close the underground door of the secret library when we are in it?” that somewhat twisting question was echoed to make me smile, yes, my husband tried to comfort me despite the fact that I was not smiling.

“Sorry, you know that secret library?” Brother Farka suddenly investigated.

Eh? Actually, my husband gave a confession, and it was about a secret library I had never told you about.

“Yes, when the fire broke out, I was asked to take shelter in the library by Master Sukada, but I caught fire and managed to escape to the basement, rolled on the stairs while trying to put out the fire on my body,” my husband explained as explicit as possible.

“Wah .. but great also You can survive when it seems like a hundred percent of your body is burned,” flattered Kak Farka who impressed grateful.

“Not really, my eyes are blurry, my chest hurts .. and I think it is God's will that strengthens me.” Harfa expressed her perception.

A few seconds later, I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

“Sorry, for the family please fill the administration first,” ask a woman who does not know what her face and appearance are like, because I am still down to look at the white bed sheet.

“Let brother take care,” said big brother Farka then leave.

And finally, the only ones living in this room are me and my husband, maybe most of the victims' families like me should ask the victim's news, but that doesn't apply to me.

“Harfa where is your HP?”

Even though my chest was agitated or tears were still flowing, the intonation of my voice did not change at all, of course, because once again, crying was not the perfect thing for me.

“It should be in my pants pocket ... but ng ...”

I immediately hurriedly turned to go out of the room, unable to accept my husband's condition, yes, his voice was sounding, but his disability felt so thick, and it would be hard for me to be with him.

“My husband is not perfect.”