High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 24: REALITY IS ZERO. (Part 1)

When I got home, I immediately set foot into my room, if not sleeping lazily, what else.

 

And when I throw my lazy body, 'bruk' is the sound produced by the noise of my body with my soft mattress.

Not to forget my smartphone I put on the pillow —cushions my husband used to use to sleep— and my two eyelids have been closed in peace, yes, here really quiet, cool, of course peaceful, so thanks to it all, my eyelids closed without a trace.

I was indeed very easy to go back to sleep, it was because of my intention and laziness that had become part of my flesh and blood, only, not every day was like that, too, but too often to say rarely.

I slowly sank into a sleeping state, to the point that time spun back so short, the void in the black space was the one that returned my sight to catch.

And when my eyelids opened again, this time for some reason the body was fresher than before, until both my hands were stretched, here I was still asleep to stay lying down, the ceiling of the room became the view I now accept.

The atmosphere of my room was really quiet and serene, that was the thing I could not escape for now, my soul which was now in need of calm. Second by second I went through in silence, not terbesit to eat or bathe, especially today that feels the burden of life is increasingly scattered, making me have to rest for a moment, it is done so that my mind can be clear again, so that my mind can be clear again, at least I can think positively.

As Guru Sukada said, everything will be fine. Wait a minute, or maybe it's getting worse.

But under these circumstances, all of a sudden my smartphone came back ringing, and this was a phone call. Obviously, I grabbed my phone. Answer incoming calls.

“Class Chief! Please hurry to Anka's house!” pinta Cludy from the phone and her voice sounded so alarmed.

“Why should I go there?” manyaqu probing.

“Anka will kill herself!” cludy answered worriedly.

God, I don't think about it with my best friend, if he really wants to kill himself, then it's true that if he wants to die just a broken heart, that's how I think.

“Yes already, wait for me there! No matter what happens, don't kill yourself!” my sergeant.

“Iya fast!”

And after the phone closed, I took the time to look at the clock on my phone: At 15:30 in the afternoon. It turns out that my sleep takes up a lot of time.

“Haduuuh .. why do problems keep coming," I murmured with life today.

Then I forced my lazy body to rise, I sat down for a few seconds to sigh, and without wasting much more time, I set out towards Anka's residence, my door I lock, I, I always carry a spare key in my skirt pocket, a house key my husband has.

No showers, no meals, no bicycles, this evening I stepped straight towards Anka. Crossing the highway. Walk the way through the school. Then pass through the gate of the Hantaba housing complex. Turn right along the wide road between rows of minimalist houses. And I arrived in front of the house with a green lawn, without a fence, I stepped on a patch of road that led to the porch of Anka's house.

Not much longer, I went straight into the house, the door was not closed, so waltzing in without permission is my doing now. But calm down, the flip-flops I had left on the porch. The living room with two single sofas and long sofas was a staple part of the interior of this living room, but as my right foot was about to enter the living room, suddenly a girl came to me, the girl with long hair as white as clouds in the sky, the nephophobic; cludy.

She is fragrant, the suit is also attractive, the cardigan shades green with the inside of a white T-shirt, and the blue jeans are her best performance today.

“Chairman! Anka won't open her bedroom door!” beber Cludy was worried and panicked.

I was only silent but my face was serious, until my eyes were directly directed at the door of Anka's room, —Anka's room door faced with the middle room— I stepped closer to the door, standing in front of the door in a distance of one inch, while Cludy was standing a bit far behind my left shoulder.

'That 'Tok tok' was the sound of the door I knocked, hoping he was ready to receive the vibration of the sound from my mouth.

“Anka, open the door, it's Laisa.” I speak as loud as possible so that she knows that her best friend would not be tragically abandoned.

“Anka! This class president has arrived!” Cludy chimed in trying to add interest to my presence.

A few seconds had passed by with silence, there were no signs of life after I had voiced my orders, so I stuck my left ear to the door in hopes of catching any vibrations in the room. Thank goodness Anka did not act rashly. Silence was again the thing that caught my ear, so obviously, the doorknob I held with my right hand fingers, I tried to open the door, and in fact, I failed, even though I pushed the door, I tried to open it, failure remains the result, more than that, I banged on the door to say 'BAM BAM' but there is no response in the slightest.

“ANKA OPEN THE DOOR!” I asked with a scream.

Even my screams that have echoed in this house have produced nothing but silence. I automatically stepped a little away from the door, hands ruffled waist and eyes slammed the door.

“Chairman, how is this? I'm afraid there's nothing.” anxious Cludy.

I then turned to the right looking at Cludy, looking at her in question.

“Oh yes, why are you here?” my question is that even I just realized, for what reason Cludy willing to come here.

“Tadi, I brought you bread, Anka likes bread,” Cludy replied with a puffy face and the index finger of her right hand pointed at a packet of bread that was on the living room glass table.

Right, I forgot, that almost every afternoon, Cludy would bring her a pack of Anka's favorite wine, and I guess, it was Cludy's love code.

“But when I went into his room he was staring at the scissors he was holding, and I was thrown out of his room, he pushed me, closed the door, well ... I'm afraid of anything happening so I call the chairman, the chairman is his best friend,” he said.

“Loh keep on knowing where do you know if he wants to kill himself?” I was surprised by looking at Cludy probing.

“That this chairman how the hell, his attitude was like a desperate person, his face was also grim so, the scissors had also begun to be slashed to his pulse,” said Cludy with high intonation.

After that explanation, I pensively thought for a moment about the solution of all this.