High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 34: DEATH IS THE BEGINNING. (Part 2)

At 19:46 pm, Azopa came to my house, she revealed again the bitter reality that inevitably forced me to hear it. The first fact is, Nuita died on the way to the hospital, there was a poison that killed him, some kind of chemical, and only the families of the victims were allowed to be named the poison, the reason is that there are no people who misuse the chemical. The second fact is, Oteda, the son of the perpetrator, killed himself while he was at the police station, suicide using chemicals. And the last fact, I was asked to be present tomorrow at the funeral of my two comrades.

I could only reproduce, and maybe come after everyone had left, until finally, Azopa gave me a piece of paper that read the address of his friends' graves, then, he decided to go home, and I'm back alone again.

Even so, my soul really felt struck by my two friends who died on the same day, and I'm sure, Anka must be crying. More than that, I think back to when my hand hit Anka just because I don't want to be criticized. It's nothing, strangely now, I feel guilty instead. Either this might be the result of a death incident that touched my soul, or, I just remembered my rude actions to her.

This time, in a troubled heart, I just sat daydreaming watching a TV show without seriousness, precisely because the news of my dead colleagues made my mind even more strange. I didn't cry, because I still felt that crying wasn't perfect, so I endured it.

However, I remember Oteda's stupid actions that made me clueless, clueless at Oteda's true purpose of committing a criminal act. Was it possible that he had already achieved his goal, which was just to make the 12th grade disciples feel pain? Or maybe Oteda has a mental disorder? But to me, Oteda is a mental disorder.

Time turned towards the night that made me more sleepy, in a sad heart I fell asleep on the sofa in the living room, not to forget, I turned off the TV, and hoped for a good sleep this time.

And not felt, the arrival of time had to turn, changing the day to the next day, right, the day had changed to a sunny Tuesday, at 14:07 noon with a blue sky that stretched, complete with the white clouds that adorn this afternoon, in the city of Artana with a myriad of criminal acts that are so dry, I am now walking my bike to the public cemetery next to the Hanataba complex, I went to the funeral of three of my friends to pay their last respects.

When I arrived at the gate, I took my bicycle to the public cemetery. The cemetery here in very good care, the grass grows green here, clean and overgrown with many green trees.

This is the burial address of Nuita and Ovy, while for Oteda, it's a bit far from here, and I'm not willing to come to his grave. Where would I go to the grave of a murderer.

'KRING-KRING-CRING'.

My bicycle bell rang when I arrived at the tomb of two of my colleagues, I did not even expect, all the disciples had been present in this tomb, for that reason as well, I don't have to bother looking for the graves of my two friends. Wait a minute, not only my friend who has been present, Master Sukada has also been present here.

They were all wearing black shirts, whereas his subordinates were only wearing their favorite suits.

For my own appearance, it was quite simple, just wearing a plain white shirt with dark blue long denim pants.

I standardised my sped on green grass, right in front of my friends within two meters.

I stood looking one by one all over my friends' faces, smiling until my dimples bent as a greeting to my friends.

”You also just came huh?“ many ensure.

”We are waiting for you,“ Anka replied with a sigh.

"Eh? Waiting for me, that means ...?" my wonder.

"We have been present, since noon buried, and yes ..we are waiting for you, just to accompany you," explained Anka.

I didn't say much, just nodded steadily, then came forward, and my friends gave me space to see the gravestones of my two comrades.

Apparently, Nuita's tomb and Ovy's tomb were made side by side, in front of the tombstone they had lying two stalks of red roses, as a goodbye. And I immediately froze in front of the two tombs of my friend, giving a distance of two meters. Actually I don't know what to say, nor do I know how to pray. They left too soon.

One fact that I know from the phobia of my two friends, Ovy the sufferer of noverkaphobia, his hobby began when he sat in class 8 Junior High, the father married again to a woman, who is now his stepmother, because somehow, his birth mother died by cancer when Ovy was a toddler. Although the stepmother was very kind, but, because Ovy saw and heard many evil assumptions from the community about the stepmother was fierce, and cruel, from which her phobia emerged, from, he was too exaggerated in catching news about the cruelty of stepmothers, but not everything was so.

In essence, their phobia due to excessive thoughts, just like me, then appeared to be a disease.

But clearly, in my heart I said, ”May you not meet Oteda.“

After that, I stood back up, turned my body back, and looked again at my friends who were standing very close to me. Moreover, they looked at me so sad, especially Wisty who saw her face like a new cry, plus a tissue that had been used to wipe her nose.

It's just that my eyes were directly directed at my best friend Anka. He stood to the left of Azopa.

”Anka .. I'm sorry I hit you back then,“ I regret and truly regret hurting my little friend.

”Ahhhk, no need to be dizzy, later you hit me again, hahahaha ...,“ Anka reply casually and even joking, even to laugh.

”Eh, not so, that time 'did you be angry dong same my anarchist treatment?“ paparku.

”Iya was angry, but he, I already know your fierce attitude ...,“

”But anyway, I appreciate your apology, because your tumbens are sorry,“ continued Anka by crossing her arms and her views are so serious to me.

”Ya .. I also want to apologize to my friends, for being rude to you,“ I said by staring one by one my friends.

No one spoke, they all smiled calmly, except for Anterta and Stovi, and then my friends nodded. It seems, from the look, as well as the gestures of their bodies all, forgave me, not least Stovi, yes, he did not smile, but he nodded like the others.

And because I felt that my friends had forgiven me, I began to step onto my bike. I walked leisurely towards my bike, intending to return home, my friends were silent just looking at me stepping.

In my steps, I exhaled strongly, hoping that my future life would be fine, and later on, I would definitely find a better school than Lily Kasih High School. Yeah, I believe that!

But when the wind ran soft, touching my gym skin so soft, suddenly, my footsteps had to stop, stopping in front of my bike which was just one meter away.

”Hei Laisa!“

The call was from Azopa, and so I turned my body back, instantly, I found the faces of my friends looking so crisp, not least Stovi, but Anterta remained flat no matter what.

”We still consider you as our class leader! So Laisa ... we are always ready to take you back,“ Azopa said out loud.

There was no meaningful response from me, only a wry smile and a steady nod that I could make. But I'm very grateful to all those 12th graders, because they didn't stop me from changing schools.

And since there was nothing else to say, my time was up, making me turn back, and step onto my bike. Until finally, I waved my right hand to my friends, not least to Teacher Sukada, say goodbye to them and then left, to return home.

'KRING-KRING'.