High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 24: REALITY IS ZERO. (Part 2)

“Why is Anka so strange that, even though at school she is also the most cheerful.” Cludy.

“Today, Anka was rejected by her love for Ovy.” so I revealed the truth that is still my hypothesis.

“Eh? Rejected?” repeat Cludy.

Cludy suddenly looked down at me, stingy, no matter what he thought, I think he was happy, of course happy, because that way, the opportunity to get Anka's heart was quite big, yes, yes, although not necessarily also Anka willing to accept Cludy.

“Oh yes, uncle his aunt must have been to the rice fields huh?” many ensure. It is usually this afternoon that Aunt Anka's uncle will always supervise the rice fields, it is his family's business.

“No idea, from earlier there was also no one,” replied Cludy.

I looked back at Anka's room. And all of a sudden without anything else, the whitewashed door creaked open.

“Anka!” cludy gratefully exclaimed.

Right, right in front of us, on the doorstep that was perfectly exposed, my little girl, my little friend, a metrophobic, Anka was standing there looking at us with her alluring gaze. Wait a minute, he even smiled towards us.

“Let's go in ...,” said Anka suddenly, even her countenance was cheerful.

“.... My room has been tidied up,” he continued back into the room.

Cludy and I turned to each other to look at each other, like a fool who wondered what a fool was.

Without another word, Cludy hurriedly entered into Anka's room followed by me from behind. This 4X4-meter room is dominated by brown and black colors, mattresses, study tables, and wardrobes are the most striking room furniture here, the rest, the rest, it is the art of drawing painted on dozens of papers stamped on the wall. It's just strange images that I don't understand. The bonus is the smell of ink that is so striking in this room.

We had been completely in Anka's room, standing full of astonishment staring at Anka. What else are my eyes that scan both hands Anka, afraid that Anka is really slashing her veins with scissors. Thankfully I did not see the slightest wound in his hand, either it might be invisible, but clearly, I just remained standing full of surveillance scanning Anka's file.

“Woy! So very see me,” replied Anka with a waist-rigged standing near her study table.

One important fact! Anka's study desk is used to pour her hobby, which is drawing, so it is not used to read school textbooks, nor to study.

“Ya obviously we are like this! You were going to kill yourself, right?” ask Cludy with concern.

“Hmmmm ...” Anka was moaning like a cow.

“Jawab honest Anka!” my dream to know the truth.

“Iya.” Anka said briefly.

“Why are you acting stupid! You still have a long life!” cludy's disquiet was finally vaped into words.

“Listen first ...,” sela Anka seriously and her narrow gaze was directed at me.

“... I did want to kill myself, but, when I thought back to my parents' stupidity, I became no longer interested in suicide,” said Anka.

“Surely because of stupid love, you want to kill yourself right?” ask Cludy to make sure.

“Yes! Blind love! Yes the name is also young .. but calm, I am self-conscious, besides girls are many ...”

“... yes no Cludy,” concluded Anka by winking her right eye only to Cludy.

“Eh?” Cludy was shocked to see a strange gurgle from Anka.

“Have hunted in clothes! I'm so sultry to see it!” cludy.

“Hahaha .. yes-yes I understand, I understand,” reply Anka by breezing to her left side towards the wardrobe.

Anka smiled until her yellowish teeth were visible, and indeed she was bare-chested, the rest of the cotton shorts were the ones she still wore.

“Oh yes, the wine bread where is Cludy?” asked Anka while wearing plain black clothes.

“In the living room,” Cludy replied casually.

After Anka got dressed, she stared at Cludy so intensely.

“Almost every day you bring me my favorite bread, but, I just realized that I never asked to bring bread,” said Anka with a 'fearing' cock'.

I just keep looking at the stale drama whose probability is done.

“I just love you, remember, I pity because no one wants to give you your favorite bread.” Cludy defends her prestige with fabrication, reluctantly revealing her love for Anka. I really want Anka to realize it.

“Ahk time ... uncle aunty I like how to give thanks .. hmmm, or maybe you have another purpose?” Anka puts on a silly look trying to tease Cludy.

“Udah ahk I want to go home.” Cludy also with a breath of walking away.

But Anka hurriedly grabbed her phone from the table, then ran to block Cludy. I even slightly turned my body to the right to see the next drama. They stand facing.

“What the hell is Anka?” wonder Cludy with cross-section. Although I could only see Cludy's back and her white hair, it was likely that Cludy was looking away.

“Quickly talking I want to go home,” ketus Cludy sok 'sell expensive.'

“I want to express my feelings.” a firm sentence echoed by Anka to make me frown.

“Ha?” even Cludy was shocked by it.

But wait! There, on Anka's face was a big smile that I knew was a sign of her prank.

“Try to see this cloud!” sure enough my guess, Anka back at her kejilan, she thrust her smartphone while showing a bunch of clouds that are embedded in the phone screen.

“ASAR DEGIL YOU!” cludy shouted until his left hand pulled over Anka's phone and the phone immediately slammed onto the floor.

My eyes were so twisted to see what I didn't think was happening. Especially Cludy breezed away just like that.

“Eh ouch!” anka hurriedly took back her phone from the floor.

“Huuft .. thankfully, my HP is good quality HP,” he said by stroking his smartphone. His phone looks fine.

I just haven't commented yet.

“Eh, why can't it turn on?” it's unfortunate that Anka's phone died after being slammed on the floor.

“Eh-eh, why don't you want to start?” Anka starts to panic at her reluctant cell phone coming back to life.

“Makanya, if jail see the condition,” reprimanded me by walking to the study table belonging to Anka.

Then, after I turned around the wooden chair, I sat down on the desk chair, looking at Anka casually. Only Anka and I are in this room.

“Ahk shithead! My HP is dead!” lamented Anka by waltzing towards the mattress and then sitting on the edge of the mattress in a look of wailing face, and he threw his HP into the middle of the mattress until lying just like that.

“Damn the Cludy, angry not about.”

“Finally, you yourself even fished him.” I chimed in to reveal the location of Anka's mistake.

“Ahk he is also strange anyway, the time of phobia same cloud, like no other ingredients aja.”

“Ahk you, we are the same, equally strange.”

So, the silence suddenly spread here, I sat looking at Anka, while Anka sat down lamenting her poor cell phone.

“He Anka,” my seruku do not want to drown in a calm atmosphere full of regret.

Reflexively Anka turned to me.

“You know, if Cludy likes you?”

“Ya, but dear ... she was wrong people, I still like the same Ovy ..” said Anka bluntly.

“... indeed, many women, but right, girls like Ovy just one,” he added defending his feelings.

“Omong is empty, man his words are sweet doang, but in reality, give a bitter,”.

Suddenly a pillow with a blue cushion floated towards my face, and as the speed of the throw of the pillow overcame my receptors, it hit right on my face, to the point of making a 'bhuak' sound'.

“Fuck you,” umpatku by holding a pillow.

“Ha-ha, you say stale!” sindir Anka with a silly face.

Obviously I threw back the pillow towards Anka, but damn, she was deft enough to catch her pillow. And thanks to my failure, the sackerut is the look of my face now.

“Haah .. You should not hold back his pillow, let us break even.”

Anka simply put the pillow back into position, then got up.

“I'm hungry, we eat yuk,” take Anka.

“Wait first! I want to ask you seriously!” my exposition.

“Tanya? Ask what it is?” anka looked at me seriously.

“What did your aunt cook? I am also hungry yet to eat,” I replied.

”Eh? I guess ...“

”... yes come on, we eat, if not wrong auntie cook the same grilled chicken flies,“ Anka's claws, then waltz away. Although I did not laugh, but Anka managed to make my lips develop a happy smile, how happy it was to realize that she was always cheerful.

And with a smile like mine, I hurriedly followed Anka, and hoped that her aunt would cook what I liked instead of cooking as Anka had indicated.