High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
CHAPTER 34: DEATH IS THE BEGINNING. (Part 1)
I thrust my handcuffed hands at this young lady, so she opened the handcuffs and took the handcuffs with her, even I clasped her right hand to create a pull to get me up from my knees.
“You must be Laisa,” said this young lady still shaking my right hand.
I looked at him and made us cry on each other. But I reluctantly responded to his words, and immediately released my hand from him, then turned away to my house.
I'm tired and too lazy to talk to strangers. Not to forget, while stepping towards the porch of the house, I wiped the sweat that drenched my face with the back of my hand, but, I instead sat on my tile porch, with both hands resting on the floor, but I sat on my back, it's nothing, I'm afraid that my yard is broken by the humans present, so sitting here and watching them is the right thing so I can beat up anyone who looks destructive.
The atmosphere is now starting to be quiet, because the perpetrator has been led to the police station. And thanks to me sitting here, my body started to feel tired, so I let go to lie on the floor that I thought this floor was dirty, to hell with dirty, I was tired and wanted to lie down, he said, so I lay down with both palms as the pads of my head. My eyes stared at the ceiling of the roof terrace, to the extent that my mind even thought of the words Oteda:
”If the title of class president is valuable to you Laisa, if you want to be respected by Laisa, then, dive into the same suffering as the other students, so that you know, that every human also wants humanized.“
Am I wrong thinking too much about myself? I do demand perfection, I also consider myself perfect, I always and always want to pamper myself, and never learn from experience, whatever the case may be, I must always act anarchist.
Perfection, am I really reaching for it? My atelophobia was also unlikely to heal, because my illness had penetrated my system of work, which made my hormones unstable. Damn it, I cannot stop my illness, because after all, I will always demand perfection.
This incident seemed to touch my psyche, right, Oteda managed to touch my psyche, he had even touched my mind, and today, this very second, all the events have been recorded into history, therefore I was unconsciously formed also by history. Oteda, he won, he was the hero, and I, I don't know, because, I don't want to be considered a criminal, so, I decided, I'm the victim of a historical crime.
”Laisa,“ call a man.
I reflexively raised my body from lying down, so I found Stovi, Azopa, Perto, and Wisty, standing in front of me, looking at me so softly, moreover, Wisty was still crying stingingly in tears that gushed her cheeks. I was still sitting on my back, staring at Azopa's questionable face.
”There is bad news, about Ovy ... Ovy ... has passed away,“ Azopa said by lifting his smartphone, a sign that the information was obtained through his phone.
Suddenly, I immediately bitten furiously, sniffing angry at myself who could not stop this disaster, angry also at Oteda who was too evil to have to kill his own friend, he said, I was even immediately downcast contemplated to hear it, whether what emotions I should express now, my mind was in a state of turmoil, my soul was immediately hit, this time my emotions were jumbled up incoherently.
”We also want to leave home,“ said Azopa saying goodbye.
”Hem,“ I just nodded the head sign permitting.
My friends started to walk away leaving me alone. But wait a minute, Wisty is still standing facing me.
”Have not kissed the hands of all, I am not your mother, go home ..“ my door with a lazy look forward to the grass.
Totally inexhaustible, my life would be complicated like this. After a few seconds my friends left, Brother Farka and a young woman who had taken off my handcuffs, stepped up to me, they both seemed very familiar, I don't know if that woman is what Kak Farka calls her police friend. But I put on a funny face, because I'm sure, the formal-looking woman will interview me.
After they stood in front of me rather closely, Brother Farka said, ”Include, this is Fikia she's a big sister's high school friend, and is still friends until now.“ and his right hand held the right shoulder of the woman named Fikia, she was a woman with a black blazer stelan as well as her black formal pants.
”Hai, I'm Fikia,“ continued Brother Fikia who stands on the right side of Kak Farka.
The woman reached out her right hand to me, intending to shake hands as a sign of mutual respect in the introduction, especially her lip-red lips developing a smile on me, it was also a sign of hospitality or warm welcome to me, but to hell with the pleasantries, I just kept quiet, my eyes were immediately focused on the black eyes of Brother Farka.
”Kak, why did you choose me to write an autobiography?“ suddenly I asked Brother Farka, without welcoming a helping hand from Brother Fikia.
Both of Kak Farka's eyebrows were raised, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Kak Fikia lowering her right hand back.
It took a few seconds before Kak Farka finally spoke, ”Because ..you demand perfection, and we are indeed looking for a perfect history, and with you demanding perfection surely you strive to achieve it.“
I nodded to digest the meaning of the words of Brother Farka, which indeed has a point as well. After that, I stood up, intending to rest inside the house, or if necessary I took a bath.
”Sorry Brother Fikia, I am tired, later the interview,“ I said by staring at the sweet face of Brother Fikia. Even I have come to the conclusion that Sister Fikia, wants to interview me, despite the fact that she has not revealed her arrival at all.
”And Brother Farka, now I want to be alone, sorry,“ continued me while staring at the face of Kak Farka.
Brother Farka just nodded in a look of contemplation, he also had time to look to the right at Brother Fikia, then without lingering again, I turned around, then stepped into the house.
The rest of the time today, I spent cleaning my body, especially when I realized that I was menstruating, so I took a shower for an hour just now, yes, I took a menstrual bath. And the time turned, the afternoon had changed, the air was cold, the rest of my time was now spent eating dinner in the dining room alone, then sitting on the sofa contemplating the incident earlier that afternoon. As long as I sat down, I also turned on the television, with the intention that it would accompany my solitude, I did not even focus too much on watching TV shows, of course not, my mind is still floating on that bastard Oteda.
What happens to his friends, until Oteda acts maliciously, what incidents shape his mindset, or what history shapes his soul, I was even at a loss to understand every word that the crazy kid spoke.
Moreover, I did not think with myself, that now after feeling the strange of life, after my friend died, I only understood myself, if I was selfish, I was selfish, want to always be the priority, do not want to be criticized, until my sense of empathy is mingled by my own anger.
But to be sure, I failed to be his hero, the thing is, it's crazy enough that I had to smile when Nuita was in pain, as if I was happy on top of the suffering of others, plus, I was happy, it is illogical that I should smile just for the sake of being considered a hero, which is precisely me who will be considered the villain. Idiot indeed, I thought about the matter instead, it was obvious that Oteda was wrong, and I shouldn't have to blame myself.
I continued to sink into my own feelings and emotions, constantly trying to describe what felt, and what was happening, now, I began to reflect on my present life, contemplating it even more deeply.
