High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 29: INTELLIGENCE IS EVIL. (Part 2)

”Laisa, do you want to help father, because some autobiographical books have been changed by no one, well, the plan is that the books will be placed temporarily in a spacious room, but if put in school means the same lie, fearing the perpetrator again managed to deflect the autobiographical book, and because the father's house did not have a large space, and the students were so, too, so that the opportunity to put the books now depends on you .. the purpose is so that the books are placed in a safe place so that the perpetrator can no longer change it, he said,“ beber Guru Sukada with a bow looking at me in a walled view.

”Then what about my safety?“ my question was insinuating, not that I was afraid of the perpetrator, I could indeed paralyze the perpetrator with my Silat style, but I was reluctant to give a place, for fear that it would interfere with my laziness.

”Father will ask the police to keep watch at your house, or if you want, Farka's wife accompanies you here,“ Guru Sukada offers his help which is indeed for me it is still nonsense.

”Sorry sir, I do not want my life threatened.“ I insist on refusing by looking at Master Sukada who sits in front of my left.

Guru Sukada was still sitting slightly bent with both elbows resting on his thighs, his gaze looking down in contemplation, this resulted in silence surrounding the atmosphere. I just kept quiet, and hoped that Teacher Sukada would leave immediately, because I wanted to leave anyway.

”Laisa, can you know why you didn't go to school yesterday?“ ask Guru Sukada to make sure.

”I want to change schools,“ I replied by looking at the oval face of Teacher Sukada.

”Hem, if it is the best way, it is okay, well .. if you need help to find a school, you can help,“ said Guru Sukada offered his help again.

”No need for teachers, teachers have been enough to help me,“ my rebuttal rejects any form of help Teacher Sukada.

Then Guru Sukada sat firmly, even for this his gaze forward like glare at himself, precisely, glare at his own mind.

”Laisa, I once asked you why the title of class president you hold is not able to make them obey your orders or about, the title of class president given Azopa is just a pleasure, and about why your friends want to read books, plus why won't they follow your orders to write an autobiography?” guru Sukada.

I was just stingy to hear carefully the important things that Master Sukada would say, my gaze was serious to him.

“The essence of all the answers is just one .. that is ... trust,” explained Guru Sukada.

Obviously my forehead frowned confused, my brain suddenly thought more vigorously in order to interpret the word 'trust' thrown by Master Sukada.

“Father's words are still ambiguous,” lamented.

“Because of trust and because of disbelief .. that's it,” firmly Guru Sukada as efficiently as possible and his view is still far ahead.

But again I am still confused, my brain has to work hard again this time.

“Hem,” after a few seconds of thought, I nodded steadily, because my mind nature had found inspiration.

“Friends believe in my father, that's why they are willing to read books despite the hours of school, Azopa believes in me so he gave me his class title, and ... friends reject me for not believing in me?” I said make sure.

“Less precise, remember, believe and do not believe, try to think further,” pinta Guru Sukada to look at me.

Forced to feel lazy in my brain must rest for a moment for better brain performance, I try to think carefully about the meaning of this all, want how else, the question had haunted me, he said, thinking deeply about this moment is also the right thing. I don't know how many seconds I've been pondering, which is clear I've found the bright spot.

“Teacher, does Azopa want the title of class president released?” I started investigating because I started to get suspicious of Azopa.

“No, the father who requested the title was released and given to you,” refuted Guru Sukada.

“Ooooh turned out to be right, then ..” I started to catch the point of this all.

“When I asked him to give up his title, he refused on the grounds of not believing in you, he thought you were too stupid to be the class president, you deliberately showed your school report card first to Azopa, I wanted to test the character of this clever disciple of the father, but alas, he said with his wise words, a sentence that showed his arrogance, that a foolish leader would only bring the people to misery, he said, though the father knew that it was only his weapon of arrogance, he said also that his friends would definitely just believe him ..”

“... in fact, I once asked him to write an autobiography, but he refused on the grounds, not yet worthy to write ...”

I nodded in understanding.

“... Laisa, only you have high solidarity, Azopa has high selfishness, as if her cleverness brings salvation, but look now, her friends are wretched even you know that you are terrorized, you know, maybe if Azopa had spoken earlier, this case would not have been this complicated,” Guru Sukada.

”So, you want me to do what?“ I gasped at whatever his orders were.

Suddenly Master Sukada got up from his seat, standing up straight to leave.

”Laisa, not how much science you have, but how noble the character of the owner of the science, if the ethics are bad, the knowledge becomes magic only, but, if the knowledge is bad, if the noble character of science as big as rice can grow other rice, you want, you forgive your friends, that's it,“ concluded Guru Sukada with a garnish.

I bowed for a moment, contemplating, is it possible that I could forgive that bastard?

My whole perception of Azopa's wisdom is beginning to wear off, or I will call it being replaced by a new perception, that Azopa is an arrogant student of his knowledge, because a wise man cannot be like that.

”Teacher wants to go home first yes, afraid of rain, clothes have not been lifted again,“ said Guru Sukada by turning left on the living room glass window, looking at the weather that is now becoming cloudy.

“Teacher!” I cried out loud so that he would know I called him.

Reflexively Master Sukada turned to me.

“THANK YOU FOR BELIEVING IN ME!” I said seriously staring at Teacher Sukada's oval face.

Teacher Sukada simply smiled in a wordless manner, then nodded steadily, in a sign of receiving my thanks.

“Oh yes teacher, sorry, I forgot to serve coffee,” regretted me by smiling awkwardly to my teeth obvious.

“Oh it's okay, you're already ngeteh at home,” Guru Sukada understood.

I nodded and then got up, escorting Master Sukada to the door.

I am grateful to have a teacher like him, he did not even force me to go back to school to Lily Kasih High School, moreover, he had a chance to apologize to me, she said, though for me Teacher Sukada has never done anything wrong to me.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” Guru Sukada says goodbye.

He left my house, and as he walked from the door to the gate, I stared at his passing gratefully.

Whether like what when he was a teenager, or, will be accompanied by an autobiography book if not in my house, it's just, I don't want to take the dizzy question, just a question of the wind then just, just, then I can live quietly.

Until there came a point when Master Sukada had vanished from my sight, he went out of nowhere, but in this case, I immediately closed the door of the house, preparing to go back.

In a miserable marriage commitment I was prepared in a nightmare ...

But in your dreams I don't even exist ...

But in your dreams I was even just a teaser ...

If I may be antisocial I reasoned because of your dreams ...

        Even in my nightmare you are a socialite ...

        Then may I marry your nightmare ...

        And let us sleep tonight for in the same dream ...

        But since tonight there has never been another dream ...