High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
CHAPTER 31: SOCIAL ANTAGONISM IS THE IMAGE OF ADOLESCENCE. (Part 2)
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, before I finally broke it with my voice.
“The bottom line is, you're just a young boy! The soul of a young man who is unstable!” I rebuked Azopa with an index finger pointing at her pale face as a sign of my indictment was a fact.
“Laisa, but we are already aware of our mistake,” suddenly Cludy defend himself.
“Yes, we are really sorry for considering you an enemy,” timpal Nuita.
“We are sorry, have not considered you class president,” Loze continued.
“Pardon us for disrespecting you,” said Vume.
I snorted, breathing so upset.
“SCOTS YOU! When an incident has happened to all of you, immediately, then you apologise, I suspect, lest you apologize only as a mere formality, so that this way you can live quietly?” I protested by looking one at a time at my friends.
“Now!” simultaneously some of my friends denied my device.
“You don't think evil so dong! We really want to apologize sincerely,” interrupted Cludy.
“Yes we are sorry,” Nuita continued with a sad look.
But I grinned evilly.
”I have no noble character, I am a fool, I do demand perfection, and you believe more in someone smarter than me, believe in someone who feels wise, who in the end acted rashly, I could have forgiven you, but I doubt that I can sincerely forgive" I lamented loudly.
”That mistake is indiscriminate, anyone can be wrong, Azopa is no exception, but that does not mean we can not fix it,“ a defense sentence that is presented by Anka, but does not mean we can not fix it, to make me turn my body back just to look at him.
”Laisa, I still consider you a friend, but what you are doing is too excessive, I follow Azopa's advice is good, as long as the advice is good, it is natural that we listen to Azopa more, Azopa, since he has a point, we cannot simply follow your orders without any careful negotiation and consideration..,“ Anka hangs up her sentence by walking closer to me.
It seemed like the second remark he was about to utter was more important.
”... Laisa, you demand perfection, and sorry, it's hard to do that, whatever ...“.
I ran up to Anka, and the 'pok' was the sound of my right hand hitting Anka's neck, and she bent down in a gaggle, right in front of me.
”KHHHUK KHHHOK KHHK ...,“ Anka to the point of holding her neck due to pain.
”ALL MUST BE PERFECT! NO ONE CAN BE DEFECTIVE!“ I shouted at Anka.
”AND DON'T CRITICIZE ME!“ hardikku as loud as possible.
Rebellious because I had acted hard on Anka, the lover who did not want to see his loved one hurt approached Anka, and tried to defend Anka.
”Do not do so dong Laisa,“ sela Cludy does not accept.
”Do not be rude so dong, we should negotiate,“ timpal Nuita.
”You should just go home! I'm sick! Lazy and want to be alone!“ my sergeant looked up.
And thanks to my words, a few seconds my friends flinch, then they start negotiating what is the best decision, until finally, my door was exposed by Loze.
”Wait a minute!“ suddenly Azopa asked for a suspension.
Everyone looked at Azopa, except for me who was fed up.
”Laisa, personally I apologize profusely, and I beg you, help us to catch the culprit, because, I believe, the perpetrator is among us,“ Azopa pleaded.
”Why should I? Why not police?“ my ketus is still glaring.
”The terror accuser threatened us Laisa, if I was caught asking the police for help ...one of us would die,“ then obviously, my inner heat was suddenly instantly made in pocket by Azopa's confession.
”Stupid! You've asked the police for help!“ my sergeant was willing to look at Azopa.
”Yes! Since I followed your advice, you said that I should ask the police for help, and now, Ovy has been admitted to the hospital,“ Azopa replied that was impressed accusing me of being wrong.
So thanks to his words that seem to accuse me, I immediately put on an angry face.
”SO YOU'RE ACCUSING ME THAT OVY ENTERED THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE OF ME?!“ I snapped at Azopa.
”I'm not accusing you!“ rebut Azopa loudly.
”No one accuses you Laisa!“ Nuita.
”Yes, we don't accuse you!“ timpal Cludy defended his friend.
”We came because you have become part of class 12!“ obviously Loze.
”Laisa, even if you have dropped out of school, the terror is still chasing you, because you are part of us, the message of terror is so!“ azopa said that she was still holding her neck.
”Oke-okay! I don't want any regrets at the end!“ I began to accept the facts from Azopa. And this was forced, because I was sick of seeing my friends, wanting to beat them up, but my conscience is now feeling sorry, damn it, my emotions are getting so bad.
My friends began to look at me expectantly.
”I'll help you find the culprit.“
And thanks to my second sentence, the lips of some of my friends began to develop a grateful smile, grateful that I was not as evil as the successor.
”But, don't expect me to go to school at that weird high school again and don't expect me to succeed, because sometimes, my hard work is always betrayed by results,“.
Azopa simply nodded steadily, accepting my decision. I wanted to beat Azopa's son of a bitch to death, but given that she said terror would refer to death, it made me start to fear if I refused Azopa's request, whether maybe this is called empathy, especially the perpetrator he said was among the 12th grade students, obviously I immediately looked at one by one students to investigate, and in addition I don't want anyone killed just because I refused Azopa's request, what else this matter has involved the police, which means, the perpetrator could have taken someone's life.
”Yes already, you guys go home, let me calm down first,“ my door with a bowed contemplation.
How else, I was already involved with this matter, and if I refused their request, they would accuse me of being evil, they could even accuse me of being a terror.
So without much more topicality, everything began to say goodbye.
”We go home,“ says Azopa.
I didn't care much about them, even my best friend Anka came home without any words I heard.
But wait, my right hand suddenly felt cold, until I saw Wisty kissing my hand respectfully, like I was older than her.
”Woy Wisty! you don't have to use kiss the hands of everything,“ I reprimand the ugliness of Wisty's attitude.
“Sorry chairman, I-I don't know what to do,” complained Wisty with a bow while scratching her shoulder because it was clumsy.
“Ya-yes yes have gone home, just go home,” my door with laziness while gently mandorong Wisty shoulder.
And there, on his face a clumsy smile had grown for me, then he stepped awkwardly towards the door, I even had time to see Anterta also stepping home, the child struggling like he was chewing gum.
And in the end, I found my house quiet again. Stay alone again. The door of the house was closed and thankfully the floor was not dirty.
“Haaaaah ..” I sighed.
Then I stepped into the middle room, stepping with a dazed look, this time I would sit back and relax. But it was quite strange to see my phone even suddenly in the middle of sitting on the sofa, without thinking about it, I grabbed my phone, and unexpectedly, it turns out that the position of the phone is related to a mystical thing, and, yes, I guess so, because suddenly the fur of my nape bristles.
Looks like the red kid is showing his existence again.
It should be underlined, that my first night with my husband failed, our country was too engrossed in praying, of course let the red kuntil-kidnya not disturb, then sleepy and finally we sleep.
Considering my first night of failed child-fear, then round already, only twice did my husband Harfa kiss my forehead, and only happened at the wedding, after that never again, never again, I even kissed my husband's cheek only three times, in essence, all the acts of affection can still be counted by the fingers.
And because I remember my husband back, —given his imperfections— was almost my atelophoby attacked, but fortunately, thanks to the complexity of the life problems that I am now living, my atelophobic disease became sidetracked.
More than that! When my phone checked, right in one of the apps for writing, an important message was imprinted here.
It says: “Laisa, let's play, if I can touch your soul to make you depressed, then I'm the hero, but if you can touch my soul that is to make me repent, I will, then you're the hero. And let's start from Nuita, first, smile when she cries.”
“Shortly, how unlucky I am to live with a madman,”.
“Shoppers!” my curse while throwing the phone to the sofa, but thanks to the reflection style, then the phone was plunged to the floor and the screen cracked instantly.
'Buak' 'mother' is the sound of my kick on the sofa. I was angry at the reality of life that was getting painful.
Then I sat on the sofa with strong hair. This time I was already feeling stressed with my life that was even more complicated, plus my mind became confused, confusion was really confused.
Everything was like death while still feeling alive
As if I were dead when only he seemed happy
Dreaming cannot wake me from the harsh reality
I want to die when my blind love can't be seen
A thousand do'a spells can't cure my dying
After the fact of finding my pale body
I died when you told me to dream
Why death now looks like a cure
