High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
CHAPTER 25: TONIGHT IS NOT THAT NIGHT.
And how grateful I am, tonight I can eat at Anka's house without having to spend any money, especially the dishes made by her aunt are delicious.
For some chatter, the discussion was only about the school library fire, until my ears were hot, had to hear the chatter of their concern for my husband, it was a natural thing, it was just, it was, the thought of my husband's disfigurement shaded back into my head, making it hard to follow or even accept the conversation. Basically I will definitely meet my husband again, but, for now I want to calm myself first, who knows as time goes on I can accept my husband's condition, I don't know how much time it took for my soul to be ready, which I'm obviously trying.
And beaten at 20:00 in the evening, when Anka's aunt and niece's uncle gathered in the living room, Anka and I sat sweetly on the living room couch, I sat on the long sofa facing Anka sitting on the single sofa, who was definitely playing our favorite online game that was what we were doing. The bread of wine has been consumed by us.
“Anka, have you finished writing the autobiography?” I asked, ascertaining the extent to which Anka completed her autobiography and remained, I stared at the phone screen.
“Not yet, I do not know how many thousand words ... indeed write to how many?” answer Anka by asking questions and keep looking at the phone screen.
“Tell me from birth until now, we write autobiographies not diaries, but short, like autobiographies in the library at that time,” I explained.
“Oh so ... continue, are you done?” ask Anka.
“Not yet.” I replied briefly.
The excitement of playing the game again continued, second by second vanished to entertain ourselves by playing the game, until in the end, it came to where we stopped playing the game, instead of nothing, we got bored and we got tired.
In the living room, it turns out that the TV show was able to make his aunt and 12-year-old cousin Anka look entertained, they sat on the carpet without feeling fat. In contrast to Anka's parents whose life is in a mess, Anka's uncle's family, it is very harmonious, even I think his uncle's behavior is very similar to Anka's, I even suspect that Anka's uncle is his biological father, they jailnya not play, let alone humans, animals can not be separated into their kejailan. A pedicab, a cat, a buffalo to a horse, must have also gotten their nosy hand work.
I've eaten lizards, eaten lizards, eaten mud, eaten grass, I've had paint baths, my clothes have burned, and those are all the results I got from Uncle Anka's pranks, although actually there are many other crimes that I experienced, but the rest is not very meaningful. Although kejilan has become a part of their lives, my familiarity with them still does not fade, as well as the bond of my friendship with Anka, remains harmonious until now.
One important thing, this house is not a house left by Anka's parents, the original house has been sold, so that the traumatic impression is also eliminated.
And tomorrow I have to go back to school, what else was the message from Guru Sukada also confirmed that tomorrow all students must attend school.
“Anka,” rattled me by looking at her face.
Then Anka's gaze was on me.
“I want to go home first, it's ten,” I said.
“You want to go home in between what?” ask Anka.
“No need, anyways, I am a brave girl,” I replied with a pretentious whiz.
“Ha-ha, with frogs only you're scared, I've been dropping in.”
“Loh, if I get home later, who will take you?” my wonder.
“Loh, it was you who drove me,” joked Anka.
“Eh? That's the same thing just turning around,” my heart goes.
“Yes don't ask, I'm used to going home at night.”
“Loh, I also used to go home at night, alone again.”
“Loh.”
“Loh loh, I've come home alone, usually you also let me go home alone.”
“But the conditions are different now, you know that school is going on an awkward disaster,” Anka worried.
“Yes, continue if I go home alone why?”
“It's already night, fear there are criminals.” Anka.
“You yourself know, I could Pencak Silat, that time alone ... who helped you from the thugs of Pekerti High School who, if not me.”
“That time is not this time,” bela Anka.
“Udah no need, I go home alone aja.”
“Do not dong, I as a man feel useless.”
“Loh? Since when are you a boy?” candaku.
“Udah anyway, you come home I inter.”
“Not necessary.”
“You better be right, my uncle started staring strangely,” Anka replied.
Suddenly I turned my head to the right, and there, in a distance of two meters, the 33-year-old man, was standing looking at us with a flat face, even for that matter, he held a packet of potato chips as his snack. And suddenly, uncle Anka hurriedly stepped closer to me. The man with the thick mustache, sturdy body, and oriental face, such was the figure of Anka's uncle. However, how ridiculous it was when he was crouching in front of the glass table while staring at us in turn.
“Hayo ... What do you want? Mabal again huh?” uncle Anka suspects our conversation.
“Who wants to mabal, we ..” Anka speech cut.
”Ahk time, this you guys are in a meeting right?“ sela uncle Anka.
”Udah, from far-off mabal, mending poking in the fields, help the buffalo there, quite you get to know nature,“ he said.
”Eh?“ both of my eyebrows raised, surprised by Uncle Anka's nyeleneh offer.
”Not so ... Laisa will go home, well school is also going on an awkward disaster, so I want to take her home, because it is also late at night.“
Suddenly, the uncle stood up while chewing his potato chips.
”That's good that, yes, a woman like you should be ushered in,“ she said out loud.
Girls like you? It's so weird to hear that.
”Iya, but, Laisa does not want,“ timpal Anka.
”Loh loh? Laisa, you better want .. It's also late, it's not good you go home alone tonight. Gini aja, we are thinking positively yes, now imagine, try if you go home alone, continue suddenly there are rice dogs who suddenly chase you, you run but then you fall, you fall, keep you bitten to death, well .. who's trying to be responsible, the dog? It is impossible.“
”Tuh hear right, my uncle only know if there is a rice dog.“
I was bowed, somewhat disturbed by the yellowish seasoning powder stuck to Uncle Anka's black mustache, which embarrassed me. I don't know why I'm embarrassed.
”I go home alone, besides who will take Anka home?“ my word.
”Loh ... You are!“ reply uncle Anka berguyon.
I snorted to hear how confusing this was.
”Ya, do not ask.. later Anka uncle who picked up the motorbike,“ errat uncle Anka.
”Wait for uncle, I want to borrow his motorbike to take Laisa home,“ Anka argued.
”Yes that's how, uncle drove Laisa.“
”Loh, no problem, Laisa is my best friend, she is my responsibility,“ reject Anka assertively.
”It's okay, let uncle, you are here take care of uncle's wife, afraid someone nyulik,“ guyon uncle Anka.
”No need uncle, let me just.“
”Eh right, you mah eyel.“
”Eh? Obviously your uncle must interfere, your schoolgirls are doomed, Laisa's husband is doomed, and the calamity is very awkward, afraid that there are kidnappers on the road, what if Laisa gets strangled to death, you want to take responsibility?“
”There is like that, anyways equally ushered by me or uncle, so uncle does not need to interfere.“
”Loh, if it is the same, let your uncle help.“
”No, no.“ Anka refused her uncle's help to the point of having to stand up.
”Listen this listen, Laisa must be accompanied by adults, children like you better stay at home.“
“Why uncle is so insistent!”
”Udah just like this, Laisa came here the same who?“
”I came alone,“ I replied hoping this stupid argument would end soon.
”Ooooh yes then you go home alone, usually also go home alone,“ replied Uncle Anka.
Then without any problems, he went to the living room and pushed by leaning his back against the wall, not forgetting a snack of a packet of potato chips continues to be his meal. Uncle Anka is really strange, it is very unclear what he said earlier.
”Come Laisa, we leave, before morning comes.“ while putting her smartphone in her pants pocket Anka steps towards the door.
”And I told you, I went home alone,“ I said with a flat look at Anka.
”Ahk be it, do not refuse the help of a friend, unless your friend is a bastard.“
”OK yes-iya.“ I finally gave up.
I raised my body from a comfortable seat, then shook hands with Anka's uncles, aunts and nieces to say goodbye.
”Bi, uncle, I go home first,“ my cries from the doorway.
”Yes be careful, if there is a paddy dog do not run,“ replied Anka uncle and because he was in the middle room so that only his voice was caught by the senses.
”Dadah Kak bule ..“ said Anka's niece who stood facing me while waving her hands.
He was a bald boy, with a clear mucus flowing from his nose to his lips, that mucus had been there for some time, but clearly, that snot boy had always licked it, anka's niece is also very jaily, but her jail is a bit perverted, and of course the name 'bule' is my calling that is always echoed.
The door of Anka's house I closed tightly, and after my flip-flops were attached to my feet, I began to step up to follow Anka who had walked first. My phone is still I hold, there's no good reason for that, I just want to hold it.
”Anka, we are not riding the motor?“ tanyaku while looking to the right on the motorcycle belonging to uncle Anka parked in his yard.
”Nggak ahk, lazy, later even like an already-already, you will know the bike is always breaking down in the middle of the road,“ replied Anka standing around her waist waiting for me.
”Why not get dibetulin?“ I was surprised to see Anka's face and when I was next to her she continued with me.
”Loh, the motorcycle was already damaged, free of charge.“
Strange to hear it, even though in the house, Anka was seen insistent on borrowing her uncle's motorcycle, and because I did not want to take a headache, I was just a beard without any comment. The sky was completely dark with no sparkle of star clusters, the air was so cold, the atmosphere of Hanataba complex was very quiet. On my journey with my best friend, the zoo in the city of Artana is a topic that became our chat, which of course the place became the destination of our next mabal plan.
Until we arrived in front of the gate of Lily Kasih High School, we stopped for a moment to look at our school. But wait a minute!
”GUK GUK GUK!“
That's a dog's voice. And when we turned to the school parking lot, a cream-colored dog barked at us, moreover, we only realized that there was a dog there, the dog ran towards us!
”Beched! That's a paddy dog!“
Reflexively, Anka and I were moved to run.
”Guk Guk Guk!“ the dog was chasing us.
”Wah chasing wamjir! Hike!“ I panicked and panicked too.
We ran as fast as we could, ran in the fog, ran without any concern for our surroundings, for sure, we had to survive the bite.
'Drap-drap-drap-drap'.
And at times like this, I could see Anka's running speed exclusively, she did run faster, like the time at the mall, only this time it was twice as fast.
Until I looked back, I saw the dog start to move away. Stop with your tongue curling, then turn around, walk back home.
”Haah-haah .. The dog has not chased,“ I said while running slowly trying to stop my run.
Anka stopped running, accompanied by me who stopped running also in front of Anka, we stood a bit bent, trying to catch our tired breath.
”Haah-haah-haah .. Unexpectedly, there is a rice dog,“ complained Anka while shaking her waist and her breath gasping.
”Look at this,“ my door raised both hands, showing Anka that my hands were shaking and luckily my phone was still holding tight.
”Waduh, until shaking so,“ comments Anka did not expect.
Then at that moment, our gazes rubbed against each other, and instantly, laughter broke out.
”Hahahaha ..“ We laughed at how strange it was.
Unexpectedly, we also stood in front of the highway crossed by wheeled vehicles. And while continuing my journey back, being chased by dogs became a hot topic of our conversation, just telling our feelings when chased, the rest laughed at the incident.
The dog did sometimes roam when heading towards midnight, but what made us shocked was being chased and barked at.
When we got to my house, instead of going home, for fear of being chased by dogs again, Anka ended up staying at my house.
Of course he sleeps on the living room couch, although in fact my house is equipped with a guest room, he still insists on sleeping on the sofa, the fear of child-wrinkle is the cause, not nothing, my mansion is indeed a place for creatures from other realms, and Anka once dreamed of being strangled by a child-gut when she had slept in the guest room, it was a dream, indeed, but it is too real to be called a dream, precisely 'overlapping.' And by the way her kuntil-kid is red kuntil-kid.
While I slept in my room, until the rest of the night we went through just to sleep.
When dreams rape me ...
I imagined the sunflower ....
When life goes from my body ....
I imagined the rose ...
Because no man can trust Laisa....
Only death never lies ...
And that death did not come to me Laisa ...
It is precisely death that invites me ...
Life once lied to me Laisa ...
When I asked for a piece of money ...
Life gave me death ...
Because life always fools me Laisa ....
