High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
CHAPTER 2: HERE ARE MY FRIENDS ....
Wednesday, in the 12th grade at 08:09, Sociology will begin.
Guru Sukada was already sitting on his bench of honor, a bespectacled man with tanned skin, from his appearance impressed like a nerdy child, even though he was a strict and understanding teacher.
”Oke children! Write down your answers, what would you do if your boyfriend was about to commit suicide just because he saw you cheating?“
So all the humans in this class started writing down their answers, it seemed like they were serious, but I had my doubts about that.
I also wrote down my answer, of course I am serious.
And exactly, thirty minutes passed, actually strange, they took quite a long time just to answer an easy question?
So after I took the books of my friends, which of course to collect at the teacher's desk.
Guru Sukada stood firm, and began to read our answers.
”For Anterta, I will .. okay teacher will pass it because it is not good.“
Anterta, the dreadlocked black-haired man framing his oval face, his wiry chin impressing him as a former model, as well as his thin body feeling like malnourished, he's a sadistic man, his sleepy eyes symbolized a frozen heart, he was always daydreaming for hours, then obviously, every one of his friends asked him, his answer was always grumbling, he was like a drunk but without alcohol.
”For Stovi, I'll break off my girlfriend, then leave with my affair.“
Stovi is a selfish, naughty girl, babylon and she doesn't like me, I don't like her, she's the prettiest girl in school, has blond hair with a smooth face like a European, her body is slim complete with clean white skin, her eyes are round blue, but I also have round blue eyes, so the beauty problem is not a problem for me.
”For Elpan, I will marry both, if they do not want to, no matter what happens I will marry them!“
Elpan is an absurd and somewhat perverted man, but, he is the most handsome man in this school, his body is well-built, his skin is tanned but very exotic, he has black hair mid-section model, he has black hair, his eyes were black and his nose was sharp.
“For Oteda, I don't care either, so, whatever. People who sin them-they too.”
The fat man was a snail, so he was lazy, slow and dizzying.
”For Sentia, I better not have a girlfriend if that's the way.“
“For Kily, I'll let my boyfriend kill himself, and go with my affair.”
”For Oqde, I, will talk to mama first, if my mama says go, then I go.“
“For Nuita, I will break up with my boyfriend and leave my affair, I don't want anyone to get hurt.”
Nuita, the girl with yellow skin, long beige hair with bangs that are flat on her forehead, the owner of my brown eyes, the girl who always looks moody, the girl who always looks moody, philophobia is a mental illness that he now bears, if he falls in love or is loved he can cry frowning, even screaming for the sake of love is vanished from his mind.
”For Tozka, I apologize to my girlfriend, then leave my affair.“
A short male Tozka with a face full of acne until his black hair looks like porcupine fur, he has theophobia, so, so, anyone who mentions God or the God of Goddess will be frightened until anger becomes the peak of his fear.
“For Ovy, I apologize to both, then go back to my girlfriend.”
Ovy the motherly girl, a crazy girl with long brown hair and she is a noverkaphobia, if she meets her stepmother or hears the name stepmother, she will definitely get dizzy, daydream and then fainted, in fact, if she meets her stepmother or hears the name stepmother, her stepmother was very nice.
”For Loze, I'll apologize to both, then go with my girlfriend.“
Loze, a brown-skinned sapodilla man with a thin oval face, the only bald-headed man in this school with atazagoraphobia, will always remind him that he does not want to be forgotten, if anyone forgets or forgets, then his panic becomes a disaster for us.
”For Cludy, I apologize to my boyfriend, go back to my girlfriend and get away from my affair.“
The girl with long, cloud-white hair in the sky who frames her heart-shaped face, a nephophobic person, if she sees clouds, she can grab her hair out of fear, even falling unconscious.
“For Azopa, I will negotiate this matter, find the best way, then make a decision that does not harm both parties, but, if there must be harmed then it is enough me.”
Azopa was the wisest child and a class champion for three consecutive years, statured as tall as Master Sukada, eyes as round as a lunar eclipse, short black hair as dark dreams.
”For Vume, will give one million Dollars so that no one is harmed.“
“For Anka, will return to my lover.”
Anka, my son, my little friend, is a person with metrophobia, so anyone who reads poetry, be prepared to face tantrums from Anka, even my husband has been hit because of the fear of poetry being read to me.
”For Wisty, I don't know what to do, so .. I'm sorry, so the teacher didn't give me a low score.“
”Loh Wisty, answer origin is also okay,“ Guru Sukada suggests and understands.
Wisty, the black-haired, shoulder-length girl who framed sweetly on her round face, whatever she was going to do, her first sentence was 'i don't know what to do' and if she was clumsy, scratching his shoulders to be additional uniqueness, people with antrophobia, will act brutally if shown colorful flowers such as roses or lily, except for bank flowers.
“For Perto, I apologize to my lover, and I will leave my affair, I promise to change, so that he stops his actions.”
”For Laisa, I leave my affair and leave my girlfriend, I look for the better of them.“
I have long creamy hair a bit curly like instant noodles, with thin pink lips, which is certainly my oval face as pretty as twilight on the beach, my nose a bit taper, my nose, his forehead was wide and it was all in harmony with my body of curtains that exuded a joyous aura, plus my charismatic brilliance that no woman in any school had.
'DING-DONG-DING-DONG-DING'
In the end, from hour to hour passed, I had gone through all the lessons today without any hiccups in the slightest.
Coming home from this school, I was ordered by Teacher Sukada to wait in class, reportedly there was someone who wanted to see me, but, in fact, it felt like I wanted to go home and was too saturated in school.
I sat on the front bench, which is my stool, perfect! That's the right word to describe how I felt sitting in the front row, face to face with the blackboard, of course I'm proud of that.
Anka had been drawing strange things on the whiteboard, the funny meme she had painted on the blackboard was enough to make my lips develop a smile, and I almost laughed at it.
”Sorry-sorry, I'm late.“ The voice I've heard, and it's the charismatic guy.
Brother Farka entered the class, his formal appearance was still plastered, the black suit that wrapped his blue shirt seemed to add to the good looks of Kak Farka, but still more handsome my husband, anyway, my husband, the fragrance of the perfume was as fragrant as it put my nose.
”Nah .. we just go straight to ketopic.“ Brother Farka spoke without further ado, like he did not want to lose every second just for a greeting.
Anka walked towards me, standing firmly on my left, her panic began to subside but was a bit clumsy, because Kak Farka had only met her for the first time.
And Brother Farka, standing by slipping both hands into the pocket of his black formal trousers, was right in front of the blackboard which was still filled with the image of an Anka prank, even so, Brother Farka does not want to waste time to comment on the bad picture of Anka who is useless as well, he does not care.
”So Laisa, are you interested?“ Brother Farka asked me how far I was prepared.
”Iya, I'm interested.“ I answered without hesitation, and there was no harm in writing a book as a school memory.
Brother Farka developed a meaningful smile, accompanied by a few nods of agreement.
While Anka still stands confused without knowing what to do, I have not told anyone that I have met with Farka alumni of Lily Kasih High School, because it does not matter either.
”Come, follow me to the library.“ Brother Farka stepped out of the classroom and invited me to follow him.
Anka and I grabbed each other's bags, put them on, and followed Farka from behind.
”Eh, who is he?“ Finally Anka's curious soul managed to encourage her to ask me a question, and her voice was somewhat whispering.
”She, alumni of this school, our upperclassman first.“ I answered surfing probably without any intervention from anyone.
”Ooooh ..“ Anka nodded in understanding but pondered the oddity of the day.
We walked in the school corridor, took a leisurely step towards the library, now at 14:20 pm towards the afternoon, the weather was quite sunny, the clouds clustered like sheep being herded to be a slaughter.
”Actually, what were you talking about?“ Anka again asked what was still bothering her mind.
”Later I explain.“ My short answer made Anka have to endure her curiosity even longer.
Anka nodded, accepted my statement, no matter what, we were almost at our destination, so there was no time if I explained it now.
And so, after a certain step, we arrived at the school library, a place separate from the classroom, but this library is twice as large as our classroom, wait! We were still stepping towards the corner of the room, Brother Farka led us to a place that was as if he was about to show us a precious secret.
And sure enough! As we stood between the bookshelves, my eyes and Anka's eyes widened.
Brother Farka pulled out a book, then the ceramic floor in front of him shifted, forming an underground door.
There is a secret door! I even just found out about this door, and it's cool! Like a fantasy movie!
”Yes God! It's amazing!“ Anka immediately hurriedly stood as close as possible to the book causing the secret door to be revealed, Anka was so amazed like a boy who had just been bought by his mother for the first time.
”Crazy! Our school is cool!“ I applaud the uniqueness of this library, not in its books, but in the secret room that now amazes me.
Surely I also immediately stood to the left of Brother Farka, looking in amazement at the underground door.
”Ya Lord ... why is something cool always hidden ..?“ Anka seemed still amazed by the secret room of the library, he was like seeing a magic miracle, when the hell is ordinary, maybe what makes this extraordinary is, the secret.
”Yes, because something valuable must be shunned from the hands of jail.“ Brother Farka responded to Anka's outpouring of admiration.
”Ayo.“ Brother Farka again invites us to follow him.
This time we went underground, the secret room of the school, or maybe there was still another hidden room, but obviously, we started to go down the stairs, then walking down the hallway with a glowing yellowish chandelier as the light in this hallway, we headed for a room.
”Waaaaaahhh, books again.“ Anka highlighted the entire contents in this room that in fact there was only a bookcase, her gaze was amazed, but there was a little disappointment, when she understood, that she did not like to read.
The room is as large as Anka's room, there are two book cabinets, complete with a wooden table Ulin, plus a rocking chair that gives the impression of elegance, this room is clean and fragrant jasmine flowers.
But wait! One of the cabinets is moving!
No doubt, there is still a secret room!
”Waduh.“ Anka.
Brother Farka pulled the book and again revealed the secret room.
”Ayo ...,“ said Kak Farka back down the stairs.
We also without bored continue to follow Brother Farka from behind. Down the stairs, down the hallway to a room, and then stop in astonishment, because what we now see is a room the size of our classroom.
Seven bookshelves, some of which had been filled with books, and two more were still empty, the floor of a clean yellowish tile, the lighting here has used three Compact Neon lights attached to the ceiling of this library, while the walls are also covered with red bricks, the effect is like a room has not yet been finished, but it seems to be made so, maybe this is what is called 'failed artwork'.
A moment! It turned out that Guru Sukada had been standing next to the bookcase, looking at us with a meaningful smile, and Kak Farka was immediately standing beside him.
And I found out, Brother Farka is taller than Teacher Sukada.
Now we have faced each other, hoping everything is fine, and hopefully we can go home soon.
”Wah teacher why is it here?“ I asked to make sure, afraid that Teacher Sukada even turned out to be trapped in this room.
”So you want to write your autobiography?“ Ridiculous Teacher Sukada even asked back, as if my question was just the wind and then.
”Yes' have been teachers, instead of being answered even behind nanya.“ I complained without answering Teacher Sukada's question.
”Hehehehe.“
Eh? Ridiculous Teacher Sukada even laughed without burden.
”Teacher waiting for the next student, to complete the school project, well, he said you want to join the project?“ guru Sukada tried to ascertain the truth.
”Iya teacher.“ Without a doubt I replied with certainty, but indeed for no apparent reason.
