High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
CHAPTER 33: SUFFERING IS A LESSON. (Part 2)
The tense atmosphere was still thick, and Oteda was still proud of his criminal actions, whether his young soul might make him speak strange words just for the sake of wanting to be recognized, recognized as a poor child, he said, or rather, he did have a mental disorder.
Or also, he just wanted to express his strangeness, so that in that way, we put compassion on him, but, I did not feel the slightest bit of mercy on him, instead I wanted to strangle him, but I did not feel sorry for him, kicking his stomach again, of course so that he could understand, that we too had been made to suffer by him.
“Oteda hiks .. why you hiks ..” Wisty cried either carried away, or she was sad to see her own friend commit a criminal act.
“Oteda.” Azopa was also very unexpected.
“Why are you doing like this Oteda?” tanyakanya.
“I just want us to get to know each other, because with suffering, you can find out why I'm crying, and just calm down, you only see a killer, and not see his suffering, he said,” Oteda replies casually but contains such a deep meaning.
“You're crazy Oteda!” scorn Stovi.
“You're crazy!” perto timpal.
“You're crazy!” wisty's jolt is inflamed.
“Yes, I am proud to be a madman, because in this way, you can have fun on top of my suffering.” Oteda replies again with his sloppy words.
Suddenly, Brother Farka stood in front of Oteda. His back. Trying to stop anarchist actions.
“OK already! The police will come soon, no one goes first!” said Brother Farka loudly.
Everyone was silent, Stovi, Azopa, Perto, Wisty and I, standing within a meter of gazing at Azopa with disdain, anger and astonishment, we were completely ignorant of Oteda's past, he said, we did not know that Oteda would act this evil, a man whom we considered a friend, had now hurt his own friend.
It was strange that he did evil just to get to know each other, right, even if I wanted to beat him up, but that doesn't mean I'm evil, because, after all, I was just trying to be fair, and trying to protect the people who mean the most to me. Or maybe Oteda did the same.
Oteda, the fat man, seems to be trying to get justice, which is the world that there has never been justice, so violence is the best way to achieve justice, even I think so, it's just, it's still wrong.
Today the weather was clear, the air was soft, the sky was so blue with white clouds that rarely, in fact, my hair was still messy, I was lazy to tidy it up and too lazy to take a shower. As we waited for the police, sirens of police cars had actually been heard in the area of my house, but we were still stinging to enjoy the silence that lasted a few seconds.
“Before I die, in prison, I want to ask you Brother Farka,” Oteda said suddenly by looking at Kak Farka's ear.
“Are you sure, that the future of stupid students in class 12 can be guaranteed happy?” a strange question was asked by Oteda.
”Of course I am sure they can achieve complete happiness with their ideals! Yes, I'm sure of that!“ replied Farka confidently and firmly.
”Hmmm .. but optimistic will lose by death,“ Oteda quipped.
”No! Because they have all written their history, and every history, will shape the mentality of every human being! Then that attitude of optimism will live eternally in the next generation!“ refute Sister Farka with confidence.
”Then, after I die, I will make sure that their history is changed, and among their descendants there are disputes about history, and I assure you, and, they hate each other and feel themselves the truest,“ refutes Oteda casually.
Because my emotions were still inflamed, I could not allow Oteda to be imprisoned, I could not even accept every word that came from his mouth, and I had to torture him before the police arrived, for my husband is deformed because of him.
”AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH ..!“ I shouted forward while throwing punches and kicks at Oteda.
”Laisa! Just stop! Stop!“ Brother Farka is even complaining about me.
He protects the perpetrator. 'Buak buak bhuk pok bhuak' I sent out punches and kicks towards Oteda. Whether it worked or not, but clearly, he was just unmoved.
”Dead you Oteda! Die you! Dead fucker!“ I cursed and cursed Oteda, for once again, my husband had been maimed by her.
”Why are you guys quiet!“ Brother Farka was overwhelmed by my handling, and implied his request for help to my friends.
But my friends all flinch reluctantly to help Brother Farka. My friends know that Oteda is worth it. Brother Farka confronted me by encouraging me to try to keep me away from Oteda.
'Buak' 'bhuak' I keep trying to hit Oteda, I still don't know, whether my punch succeeds or does not hit him, because in a raging condition like this I do not care about my surroundings.
Suddenly ... 'DOOOR' is the sound of a firearm.
”DIAMOND IN PLACE!“ the husky voice came from a police officer.
Suddenly all my friends fell silent on the spot, although it was silent from then on, even I think there were all of them down, yes, Wisty was the only student who lay down.
But I don't, I don't care about guns even once, I should be able to beat up Oteda.
”DO NOT MOVE!“ a police officer snapped while pointing a gun into the air.
I know they're cops because of the black uniforms they wear, complete with a logo on their breast pockets. And they approached with caution, if ten policemen intervened.
”MINGGIR HIM SHOULD I LAW!“ sentakku insisted.
”I don't care about empathy! I don't care about humanity! Because the wrong one is not worth defending!“ continued thrashing.
”You are also wrong!“ sentak Kak Farka's.
”AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH. ..!“ my yelling.
Suddenly, a policeman handcuffed both my hands.
”DIAM! DON'T FIGHT!“ the police moustache.
Then inevitably, I immediately knelt with two knees to the grass, and both hands were handcuffed in front of the body. I failed to punish Oteda with my own hands. I've been rendered helpless, by handcuffs, and I must admit, I can't possibly act recklessly at times like this. So obviously, I'm unmoved I can't fight back.
My breath was wheezing, I was bitten furiously, my eyes were focused sharply on Oteda, he was standing in front of me in two meters, moreover, he was handcuffed by a police officer. Besides I stared at Oteda so angrily, I stared at him unexpectedly, because, as far as I knew him, he was indeed a bit strange, rarely talked, rarely hung out, very rarely joked or talked, and perhaps, he was, this is what he intended, to make us suffer, to be able to understand the pain of his friends. I don't know what his friends who used to form Oteda like now.
”HAAAAH ...,“ I grumble.
But it was because of the Oteda that I and my friends fought each other, yes, I blame him, because he deserves to be blamed.
”Haah-haah-haah-haah ...,“ I was still panting an exhausting impact of emotions covered in anger, even my body was sweaty, my forehead was wet by my own sweat.
But wait, since I was here, I didn't see Anka at all, maybe she was home, or maybe she looked at Ovy.
But for sure, I tried to calm my soul, catch my breath, try to get air so that my body stays strong, instead I took my head to look up at the blue sky, who knows I can calm down, because to be admitted anger is exhausting.
I kept staring at the blue sky for a few seconds, looking at the white clouds perched so peacefully, as if the world had never had a problem, this warm air also brought my mind to a soul that was slowly becoming calmer. I just hope, I can live a life as much as possible, then have a funny child, and my husband who returned handsome and handsome, unlucky indeed, thanks to my helplessness I even fantasized strangely, and, until the soreness in my neck, made me turn my face on the surrounding environment. Look at what happened next.
So I found out that Mr. Farka, who had been standing some distance away, was in talks with two police officers in suits, who I thought were in custody. One man, one young woman.
To my friends, they were standing without handcuffs, now they were just standing with the police who seemed to be questioning their condition and thankfully, Wisty had stood up anyway, but, she was still crying.
Then, a policewoman took Oteda to a police car in front of my gate.
”Laisa! Remember that! You lost a bet! Now I'm the hero!“ oteda shouted with a serious look at me, and left as if she did not feel guilty.
After hearing the sentence, I bowed down, back biting with anxiety. It felt unsatisfied that I was beating Oteda, that his crazy attitude made my angry emotions stir again, I could not stop thinking, that out of the millions of people on this earth, I had to live with a madman like him. I doubt even now whether my blow to him made him think about me not accepting his criminal act. But my stupid thoughts were broken when I heard a woman's statement.
”Until the apocalypse the world will never be at peace, but there is a possibility that the world can be free, and for that, we make history for the sake of the next generation!"
And thanks to that sentence, I reflexively raised my face, looking at who was talking. Apparently, she was a young woman who had a conversation with Kak Farka, a round dark-eyed woman, with long black hair that was pulled back, moreover, on her 'love' shaped face' there was a sweet smile from her sexy red lips. A smile is just for me.
This blazing woman reached out her left hand to me, she was about to open the handcuffs in my hand.
In my cold head I found hell
Your face is paranoid in my prayers
Until heaven is gone and I hope you're immortal in hell
Then why don't you know me
In my soul who was disappointed by a bond
Your gentle attitude is rape
Until pain is an addictive substance
Then I found that the ideal was death
