High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 22: SOLIDARITY IS A PRIORITY. (Part 2)

“Eat a lot of woy! Eat!” exclaim Anka while grabbing a bowl of chicken soto. 

“He! Do'a first dong!” reprimand Ovy with his motherly nature while patting Anka's left hand.

Sontak Anka immediately put back his chicken soto.

“Iya-iya ..” grunts.

“... I want to do'a,” buy.

“Cie-cie .. have been struggling even though they have not married,” timpal Elpan berguyon.

“What is El, not clear.” but Ovy takes it seriously.

And some of my friends seemed to smile at the funny incident, of course, jokes, Anka and Ovy are a couple who are quite questionable closeness, on the one hand, they look like lovers, love, on the one hand, they are close friends, then in addition, gossip that reinforces our perception of the unusual seeds of love between the two of them, so that, to be made a joke, he said, it will give its own artistic value.

“Hahaha ..” Elpan suddenly gritted.

“... You guys it is compatible to know,” he continued berguyon.

”Apaan the Elpan, we are just friends,“ bela Ovy again take it seriously.

”OOOOOHHHHH FRIEND!“ simultaneously all my friends insinuate.

Obviously I understood the point, that the feelings and all the acts of love from Anka on Ovy, only considered as solidarity as a mere friend by Ovy. Or maybe Ovy harbors Anka's love in shame. But for sure, thanks to Ovy's words, Anka immediately had a slightly cold face, yes, I could see it from the radiance of her eyes.

More than that! Cludy is quite sad-looking, he is jealous, jealous of the closeness of Ovy and Anka, jealous that he is not like Ovy who can be very close to Anka.

”Already! If you eat do not joke!“ cludy's jealousy eventually prompted him to open his voice, even his head bowed while stirring up his grape juice. And that's all he can do.

But the atmosphere was silent for a moment, permeating the action of the reaction shown by Cludy, before finally the silence was broken by the laughter of all my friends. Of course the laughing friends, including me, how not, we already know that the attitude that Cludy shows, is the jealousy of a person who fell in love, even because of that, he said, the atmosphere of jokes feels increasingly concentrated, true, jokes only for some people, not including for the objects.

”There are jealous ... there are jealous,“ quipped Elpan bluntly.

Cludy then took a sip of his grape juice, his expression until his body gesture did indeed signal a snarl, precisely jealousy.

”Not so!“ Anka tried to stop the atmosphere that cornered her.

”He, Tozka! You've been praying to God yet?“ a question that is literate and trying to shift the topic of conversation has been discussed by Anka.

So obviously, Tozka was angry, he took Anka's jokes quite seriously, while Guru Sukada always reminded us, that do not play tricks on the human mentality, but his name is young, his soul always wants to be noticed. And the humor atmosphere was made to disappear instantly.

”He! You want me to read you a poem?!“ Tozka gave a sharp reply, and this was the most frightening threat to Anka.

”Eh, I was just kidding! No need to be taken by heart!“ Anka denied and was indeed afraid.

”Hah, bullshit, just tell me you're scared too,“ Tozka said by crossing her arms.

Of course, Anka was sitting between Cludy and Ovy, while Elpan was to my left, and to Elpan's left was Tozka. We were actually eating each other's dishes, only, almost all of my friends were chatting despite eating. And I, again, chewed on the grilled chicken meat of my order while looking at the faces of my friends.

I could have actually been chatting with Wisty, who was sitting on my right, just, stupefied by the ridiculous thought of my husband's orders, that during the meal it would be nice not to talk. So that does not mean I follow the customs of world cultural decency! I kept silent because I was following my husband's teachings, and I followed my husband's teachings because I loved my husband, until I finally stayed away from my husband because he was definitely disabled, so that does not mean I do not love anymore, I'm still in love, but my atelophobia requires me to stay away from my husband.

In spite of all that, and then my mind was very sad, indeed very sad, Anterta and Stovi could not be present here, but, all the faces today, seemed radiant, although basically today there is a disaster, but the brilliance and gentleness do not hesitate to look obvious.

Strange it feels if there are classmates who are not present, especially that friend can bring a different atmosphere, indeed the two humans who are not present are humans who are rather naughty and tendalous, indeed, but still the heart is not broken. So obviously, I put a fork in the plate, then scoured my skirt pocket, grabbed my phone, then sent a message to Anterta and Stovi.

Wait up! Damn, I forgot to charge my phone, my phone is still dead.

”Wisty, quickly send a message to Stovi same Anterta to come here eat-eat.“ an order that I raised very seriously.

”Eh?“ Wisty was surprised to put a glass filled with coffee.

”But ...,“ he said that his words hung with his right hand scratching his shoulder.

Strange, Wisty was even nervous with my orders, just send a message if it is difficult. Waita minute! My friends are staring at me. And one of my friends in front of me spoke.

”Chairmen, Stovi and Anterta do not want to come, he said they have eaten.“ Azopa was the one who voiced the reason for my two absent friends.

And so, since I did not want to force, and after all, my intention was only due to solidarity alone, so inviting them was not out of pity, I nodded my head in reciting the important message of Azopa, I said, then put the phone in my carry bag, yes, my carry bag from the moment I put it on the floor behind me, I was too lazy to put it in the room.

Until the end, no one else responded to the incident. Until I found Sentia and Kily who were taking the time to photograph their dishes just to be exhibited on their social media networks. More so I just realized, if from earlier, their food is still intact untouched.

At the end of the day, tonight, I and my friends eat dinner together, enjoy the rest of the time together, or maybe just because of empathy for my misfortune they are willing to accompany me. It's nothing, because for me, the only one worthy of moral support is Wisty, she's the mentally stricken girl, so her honor must be tarnished a little, yes a little, but it's impregnable for good.

One thing I must be grateful for, that no one asked my husband's condition, because anyway, I was disturbed if I had to talk about Harfa's condition, it really makes me upset, what else so far, so far, every time I remember my husband's condition, my atelophobia peaked again, and it would dim when my friends were talking or joking.