High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 28: TRUTH IS DIVISIVE. (Part 1)

Even though Kak Farka's words were so outspoken in my encouragement, I couldn't possibly go back to that obscene school. I was already hurt, and that heartache has now formed hatred.

“So I know I'm leaving school?” my usut.

“Iya, was the sister of your school, then entered here through the garage door,” replied Kak Farka.

I was silent still crossed arms, the atmosphere was quiet again, then I turned to the left on the big glass window of my house, the weather seemed to be bright.

“Come Laisa, we go to school,” take Kak Farka to snore from sitting down.

“Ahk too lazy, what is the school for, if the end is looking for money,” ketusku without face to face.

“I want to be independent, and I am now independent,” added me with emphasis in every word.

“You must be able to distinguish between freedom and independence, if you want to achieve independence, it is appropriate that you continue your school, and later, you will find what is meant by that independence, he said,” Reprimand Brother Farka.

“Omong empty.”

“So, have you completed your autobiography?” Brother Farka made sure, which I had forgotten.

“Not yet,” I said by looking at Kak Farka's face in a flat face.

“Yes already, let's see your husband,” Brother Farka advocated.

For this one invitation I hate more than his invitation to school, obviously hate, because I will return to the imperfections of my life.

I lowered my head, sighed, tried to calm myself down, damn it, Kak Farka's invitation made me have to mess around again by my atelophobia.

“OK if you don't want .. but mention what you want now?” Brother Farka probed and his speech seemed to force me that I should always be around him.

I crouch and grieve.

“Kak, can you please? Today I want to be alone, so brother go home, just take care of sister's boutique, so that capitalists can be more developed again,” I said by insinuating him and hoping he was insinuated.

“Hehehe ..” Brother Farka had a laugh.

“... You charge me as a capitalist only because I have a boutique? Hehehe ...,” Kak Farka was a bit intrigued by my charges until he chuckled in a waistline.

“Fuck! I'm sick of all the formalities of the world!” I was upset and in the weather with my life today, so my words were a bit sloppy, but I was proud to be able to vanish.

“Yes already, sister is coming home,” said Kak Farka with a meaningful smile.

Then he turned away, walked towards the kitchen, and my eyes were focused only on the black socks that wrapped his legs. And I went back alone again, Sister Farka is gone, she went through the kitchen door.

“Troubtful,” umpatku while leaning against the sofa.

“Life is a hassle.”

So this Friday I spend time to have fun, starting from visiting the fish pond behind the house, I should be grateful that no fish died, not to forget I was watering the flowers in the garden, then karaoke alone, then I watched a movie online and it was illegal, then when night fell, I ate dinner while watching my favorite television show, so I don't feel like I'm sleeping on the couch in the middle room, too lazy to sleep in the room.

'TULALIT-TULALIT-TULALIT'.

It was the sound of my doorbell, as a result of which I began to move from the sofa, stepping towards the front door of the house. So when the door was ransacked, a man suddenly appeared to enter the house in anger.

“Laisa! You're outrageous!” anka said loudly.

Anka stood around her waist in her eyes, the school uniform complete with her carry bag being her present appearance, after I closed the door again, I casually stepped on the single sofa of the living room, which was the living room, sitting here looking at Anka indifferently.

“Do you know, yesterday Ovy fell unconscious, and was taken to the hospital, did you know Ovy was poisoned? Even until the police stood guard at the hospital,” Anka revealed a fact that was quite surprising to me, that the terror had gone well, but my surprise was only a little, cause no matter how I knew it was gonna happen.

“So it's been reported to the police?” ask me to relax.

“Already! Earlier this morning all the students from the tenth to the eleventh grade were examined, now the twelfth grade is also checked, and the possible result is nil, the police must investigate this case,” Anka replied with a serious look.

“Oh good, I think Azopa wants to touch his soul ...”

“Hahahaha ... touching his psyche .. stupid, hahahahaha ...,” scorned me with a sigh and leaned my back on the sofa.

“Why are you talking like that? Do you know why I didn't talk about my terror to you?” tanya Anka made sure.

Yes, also, I just realized that Anka kept her terror secret from me, as soon as I looked at Anka seriously, however my own best friend had covered something important from me, he might have been in cahoots with the other students.

“Well, why are you hiding it?” I started to investigate.

“Ya, because so that there is no fear,” said Anka bluntly but still ambiguous.

I frowned, shocked and clueless.

“What do you mean?” so thanks to my confusion a question to investigate came out.

Anka sighed, she then moved towards the single sofa in front of me, sitting there looking at me seriously, so that the oval-shaped glass table in our center became our proximity separator.

“When we first entered school, when the terror also appeared on my HP, I must not talk about it to my family, nor to you, nor should the police, because according to Azopa, I cannot talk about it to my family, terror is not a big problem, and fear if we tell the teachers or other students will be paranoid,” said Anka.

“Ha? What a fool Azopa, even though I always considered him the wisest child in school, but, still he was a stupid young boy,” I insinuated Azopa's attitude which I think is very pretentious.

“The problem is Azopa thought this terror is just a joke, because many terror threats are finally only the wind, if it is reported that people are afraid to be paranoid, you understand? This problem used to be not as frontal as it is now, there used to be a threat of death, but no one died, Azopa covered it with the intention of ignoring the perpetrator, as if we did not care, and hope the perpetrator tired himself,” explained Anka.

”Ahk bullshit, now I'm sure he's sorry,“ umpatku with a nasty grin.

”That reason is what makes him dare to conclude that terror can be playful and Azopa also does not know that you will be terrorized through your husband,“ Anka refuted.

And from then on his gaze at me was so intense, as if to signal that this conversation was very serious, even obligatory, kugugu, just that I remained relaxed.

”Now Azopa is facing his own bullshit,“.

Anka mangosteen permeates my attitude and swear.