High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 31: SOCIAL ANTAGONISM IS THE IMAGE OF ADOLESCENCE. (Part 1)

Sorry teacher, I will forgive them when they are sick, sorry I can not have noble character.

A few seconds of silence, no one dared to open my voice, and I waited for Azopa's confession.

“HE BY THE FUCKER! DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT WITH ME HA?!” I snapped at Azopa until my voice filled the house.

“I'm sorry Laisa! I'm sorry I don't trust you! Forgive me for instigating friends!.. hiks,” finally the cry of a man I thought was wise all this time broke instantly.

My salivary reflex was swallowed in response to Azopa's apology. My friends also looked down. And I immediately ruffled my waist, licking my lower lip as it was still furious.

“Ma-forgive .. I, hiks, I just can't trust a stupid kid to lead, torment, I can't make a stupid girl like you get everything! Hiks forgive me,” Azopa regretted in a loud voice and looked down crying sobbing.

“Nnnggg hiks hiks.” Wisty was crying more and more so, especially Cludy to embrace it to make it calm.

“Setan indeed! Now that I know, you instigated my best friend just because a fool like me became the class president, what if a fool becomes the class president?” ask me in an intimidating view.

“He why? Answer!” I rebuked Azopa.

“Hiks .. ka-because for what we choose a stupid leader if in fact there are people who are smart, hiks, you are lazy, often misbehaving, impossible our class can be better, and so on,” replied Azopa still looking down crying.

Her tears flowed down her cheeks, her eyes were highlighted to the bottom right, the rest of her neck was still held. Azopa doubted my leadership, yes, it was just a class chairmanship degree in High School, but, still if it is not appreciated the pain of it arises.

I was scratching the back of my head, the anxiety made me scratch violently, and the anxiety caused me to scratch the back of my head.

“... I, ask the friends hiks, uhuk uhuk uhuk .. so that they hide this terror because I really want to touch the soul of the perpetrator, torment, but, but, I failed because .. I do not know who the perpetrator was, and at that time terror was only limited to meaningless threats, I also told my friends not to talk to anyone, he said, not only you, Master Sukada I did not tell.”

“Yes because you're a fucker! Intelligence like a chicken ass .. I don't understand why, people believe you, that you want to touch the soul of the perpetrator? Though it was the thought of chicken butt,” I scorned Azopa and his followers.

So I looked at my friends, looking at them one by one.

“He! Why do you believe in Azopa nonsense?”

All were still stingy, maybe afraid to talk, even some of them were looking at each other, confused somehow.

“WOY ANSWER JERK!” I pressed with a snarl.

“Yes because Azopa is a smart child, when we ask for help to explain the problem, he is always ready, he is also a class champion, from SD only he has achieved, he has achieved,” finally Nuita became the opening reasons my friends.

“Yes, we see Azopa is a wise boy,” timpal Cludy.

“Yes, Azopa is a wise boy,” Petro continued.

“Azopa has a leadership spirit, for us he is more suitable than us - we are,” Loze added.

Then some students said that if Azopa was smart, even Azopa had a leadership spirit.

“Now I ask! Who first brought you here?” my usut.

“It is, Anka, she's Anka!” reply Tozka loudly especially until pointing Anka to strengthen his accusation.

“Keep why do you want to come here?” my pedicabs.

“We want to apologize, that we never did not believe you, sorry we have doubted you.” Nuita revealed the facts but I need to weigh up his statement.

“If I can criticize your leadership, it would be nice, you don't talk, set a good example for us,” Loze continued to criticize casually.

“Oh dare you yes criticize my leadership, dare you yes criticize my life!” my sergeant looked at Loze in anger.

Loze, the brown-skinned sapodilla man with a thin oval face, the only bald-headed man at Lily Kasih High School, the atazagoraphobia sufferer, was the one who dared to criticize my leadership, standing there within a meter, I stared furiously. Obviously I was angry at his criticism, because only a teacher could criticize my efforts.

“YOU WANT TO FIGHT WITH ME HE!” I pointed to Loze a sign to add hard quality from me.

Both of Loze's eyebrows shot up, he trembled with my attitude.

“Iya, do not be rude so dong, we mah come well,” Nuita said come to defend.

Alternately I pointed at Nuita and Cludy, giving the impression of threatening, pointing at them as a body gesture force, that I was serious about this matter.

“HE ASSHOLE! DON'T CRITICIZE MY LEADERSHIP! OR GO HOME THIS YOU WON'T BE VIRGINS ANYMORE!” I carried a threat like a terrible terror on them.

Automatically, they turn by crossing hands, it is a gesture of the body rejecting or guarding itself from a situation that is not wearing. And the words 'pedas' have always succeeded in hurting people's hearts.

While the other disciples were only able to sting, and I returned to the figure of the bastard Azopa.

”Now this way, please answer my question Azopa.“

Azopa was still down, his face was so sad, but the tears were gone.

”Did you suspect me of being a terrorist?“ my usut.

”Iya,“ Azopa replied.

I nodded, my guess was right.

”But that's because you're the only child who wasn't terrorized, what's more, you often skipped school, so various assumptions arose, and all that suspicion was broken when your husband was hit by terror, and all that was, but it is only a cursory accusation, not directly concluded,“ said Azopa.

”Well, I know, there must be such thoughts,“.

“Do you conspiracy with friends? Tell me!” my insistence.

“It's not right to call it a conspiracy, it's just an incitement, I incite them not to trust you too much, when you invite us to write an autobiography I oppose you to instigate students, and when I invite my friends to write autobiographies, it's so that I always have the trust of my friends, I .. hiks, I don't like it when a fool has to be class president, from the moment Master Sukada chose you to replace me, I, I felt that I failed to become the class president, I could not take it,” Azopa said seriously and I considered it a fact worth believing in.

“Hmmm .. deserved, as long as I'm in office, why are they more obedient to you yes, your nonsense wise words were only incitement huh?” I looked at Azopa's face so anxious, anxious to punch him.

“And answer! Is it because of the curse that you want to seize the opportunity for all your friends to turn on me?” my continue.

This time, Azopa's black eyes started glancing at me, looking at me so intensely.

“Yes, I took advantage of the opportunity of the curse to prefer you as an enemy, but, now that I can see, that, I have been consumed by my own desires and hatreds, I have, basically you are also just a victim.”

“I'm sorry Laisa,” she added regretfully and her views wallowed at me.

So obviously, Azopa was jealous of fools like me, she instigated friends just to trust Azopa more than me, and my friends followed my orders just out of fear of me, and not respect for me.

“FARAT! FUCK!” irritably I began to curse, all the dirty words, all the harsh words, all the hate speech, I spewed through my mouth, even for this, I stomped on the floor, imagining that it was Azopa.

“Keparat indeed! Children who perform are nobler! Motherfucker! Goddamn bum! Fucking world formality!”

Suddenly both of my ears caught the vibration of the sound that made me flinch.

“My child is independent, angku tingdak care who the class leader, tingda care pangda achievement, if angku pingtar it for me, if I'm stupid, it's jungle cuddle me.” Anterta was the one who spoke with a miserable voice that sounded like saru.

“Gungru Sungkada once said to my father, that, he was looking for students who have noble character, and if the kaliang can not find it, then the kanglian must unite, not to cover the claws and complement each other.”

Contact me and friends facing Anterta, looking at her seriously, while Anterta was still sitting sweetly on the long sofa, sitting leaning back with her arms crossed.

”You two sangma-sangma are wrong, kanglian is just two different actors mindset and trying to put together, kanglian hangyalah two actors united by reality, one of them is, when a writer writes a book, it means that the writer is good, because the author writes about ignorance,“ an obscure remark voiced by Anterta the black-haired man dreadlocked with his thin body like a malnourished who still looks obvious despite having been wrapped in a leather jacket.

“Omong blank what are you talking about Anterta?” I mocked him, however, Anterta's words should not be obnoxious, he was like drunk and his words were very sloppy.

“Kaliang tingkak pungung akhlak, but kaliang can unite ungtuk membengtuk akhlak, that, wanted Guru Sungkada, but kang, kaliang dungu people, mangna understand Guru Sungkada's intentions, he said,” obviously Anterta with her miserable voice that makes her speech sound ambiguous.

“Basic of madmen,” my ketus turned my body and gaze away from Anterta.

“Ngah-ngah-ngah-ngah,” a laugh that sounds like a breathless person echoed by Anterta.