High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 35: WAR IS HOPE. (Parts. 1)

When tears and suffering are only self-understood

Those who laugh are the reasons for us to create war

At 15:40pm on a clear day, with my cool air and my heart beginning to calm down, my calmness was none other than that, no one was trying to prevent me from transferring schools, especially I I'm not going to school at that weird high school.

I had arrived at my luxurious home, I had put my bicycle in the garage, although my heart was beginning to settle, but my mind was now confused, I still did not know where to go to school.

In my confusion, I sat back on the sofa in the living room, turned on the television without focusing on watching the show, although I sat back, my confused thoughts suddenly found a glimmer of hope, that Pekerti High School, was, it was the only high school close to my house and my mind was referring to just going to school there.

It's just, I'm still doubtful that Pekerti High School, my husband's High School. My doubt lies because Pekerti High School is a rival of Lily Kasih High School, fearing that my friends hate me because of the school there. Then my mind again struggled to weigh up what decisions were worth taking.

Until finally, after I thought, as well as enjoying the rest of the time with berleha-leha, tomorrow I decided to move to Pekerti High School. Yep! That's my last consideration.

The day finally changed, now is Wednesday, the morning weather is very bright, thanks to that reason, I Laisa, will try to find out what school feels like at Pekerti High School. Now it's exactly 09:10, the time when all the students take a break from the lesson.

And right now, I have been standing inside the school area, before I had asked permission from the school security guard to be allowed to enter here, the reason was to transfer schools to this school. Here I am, at school, Pekerti High School, a school that is said to be surrounded by 'goul's' and the most favorite school in the city of Artana, classrooms are very much here, the school has three floors. Now I found some students running around like cats, while the other students were just passing by. The large area of the school made me confused as to which room the teacher was next to.

I've stepped on the school terrace, today I look sober, black dress with long blue denim pants, bonus I wear flip-flops. As long as I stepped alone on this terrace, I looked at some of the classes I had gone through, not least the behavior of the students here. No doubt, other than just the same at my school, the students also only look mediocre, nothing special.

Actually this is the first time I set foot in Pekerti High School, so I was a bit confused to know what rooms are here.

But my steps stopped when my blue eyes accidentally caught a guy who was standing alone, looking at the flowers embedded in front of the terrace. The man stood with his right hand tucked into the pocket of his school trousers.

For some reason my mind suddenly wanted to get close to him, so thanks to this strange impulse, I walked closer to the bloke of the flower gazer.

And just as I had been standing to the right of this guy, he started to look at me, I didn't know exactly what his face was, because I was still looking ahead at the ceremonial pitch. As a woman, the prestige of starting to talk to a newly met man made me sting.

This guy didn't talk, he looked back down at the flowers, while my eyes occasionally glanced to see his face, just a glance and that was from the side I saw him. Strange as well it feels, realizing that I am now very curious about the face of a man, when usually strange feelings like this I never experienced.

Maybe this guy's face is a lot of flies, or his nose is a lot of snot, or maybe this guy is actually a girl, or worse yet this guy's face is even mossy. I was curious, and as time went on, this curiosity grew increasingly gnawing at my soul.

I still had the prestige to talk, even when I realized, my heart was racing while standing next to him.

I couldn't keep quiet, my curiosity was puffed up, so I swallowed my saliva to strengthen my mind, but my whole intention to talk broke down instantly, because this guy was the first one to talk.

“Again waiting for friends huh?” ask the guy who looks at the flowers.

Suddenly, I immediately turned to the left to look at this guy's face, and unexpectedly this flower-looking guy also turned to me, as I swallowed my salivary, because now we were talking to each other, a few seconds, a few seconds, we fell asleep in questioning gazes, but there was a smile from his thick lips that expanded for me, before finally this guy turned back to face.

Just an ordinary man, I was only as tall as his eyebrows, and yet, my heart had been racing because of it, even my entire body was struck with nervousness. It was strange to realize my feelings now.

“I want to transfer schools here,” I said.

“Oh, where is your school from?” ask the flower-staring guy.

“SMA Lily Love,” my answer is short.

“Ah, a favorite school, as well as a school with its strange students,” reply guys flower gazers casually.

”If not wrong, yesterday there was a case of terror, right, which has claimed the lives of two students? Keep the perpetrator himself killing himself,“ his swipe.

”Iya.“ I only answered briefly.

”You know why the perpetrator committed terror?“ ask the curious flower.

”I was also confused anyway, he said he wanted us to feel the same pain, so we knew each other, but .. ahk was confused, the purpose was unclear.“ I answered as was and still looking ahead at the ceremonial pitch.

”Hmmm ... yes, maybe he has a disorder, or ... want us to understand the meaning of suffering,“ thought the gazer of flowers.

I'm just a mangosteen, not too willing to talk about the terror case.

”Oh yes, I'm sorry, about your friend who was the victim ..“ explained the guy who stared at the flowers by looking at me.

”Losing a valuable friend must be painful, especially .. that friend has been around us for a long time,“.

However, suddenly for some reason, my mind was touched by his words. A unique feeling that only arises when words feel give the answer that I have been looking for. Right, his words that I think are so meaningful especially in my present life. There was something that appeared deep within me, deep into my heart, this strange feeling of flowing all over my blood and touching my mind simultaneously.

”Losing a valuable friend must have been painful, moreover .. that friend has been around us for a long time.“

That is what is now in the shadows in my head, somehow my soul is touched by the sentence, even usually I always have a stupid time with my life. Only, this time, this second, this unique feeling, had given me an awareness of my soul, precisely, my empathy was moved. I have been touched only by words, and those words are from people I do not know.

And this time, this unique feeling, slowly turning into a glimmer of inspiration, I thought with my friends at the 12th grade of Lily Kasih High School, I began to think whether they wanted me to change schools or not, right, I think the inner bond with my friends is now starting to intertwine, something my friend once called, as part of the 12th grade.

The wind was blowing strong, giving my unique feeling more and more calm, the atmosphere was cool, really felt strange.

Without lingering any longer, without saying much, I immediately turned to go to see my friends, I just wanted to tell them, that I had believed the sorry words they had spoken.

”Goodbye! Hope you get what you are looking for!“

I didn't take those words, I kept going to meet my friends, solidarity! And trust each other, that's what I'm gonna show them last time.

Now, I was outside Pekerti High School, standing across from the school, right by the side of the paved road.

Fortunately for me, this past afternoon, I had bought my smartphone SIM card, so I could call my friends. First, I tried to call Azopa, I want to know where she is now. I stuck the phone to my right ear, trying to hear Azopa's voice from the phone.

But wait! When the phone call was picked up, a girl answered.

”Halo! Azopa hello! It's me Laisa!“ myrag.

”Hnnnng hiks, ke-chairman of the class .. fast, hiks, come here,“ Cludy replied from the phone even talking by crying sedu sedan.

”ADA WHAT'S CLUDY? WHERE ARE YOU COMING?“ my urge to panic.

”Ke sports hall .. hiks,“ isak Cludy from phone call.

So I turned off the phone call, ran towards Lily Kasih High School while putting the phone in my pants pocket.