High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 4: OH ... THERE'S GUESTS.

       At 17:05 the cloudy twilight and the orange sky stretched out emitting a radiant light of infinity, this towards the dark night, the, teak wood dining table has been filled with delicious warm food that is devoted to be enjoyed by me and my husband.

Everything was ready, I stepped my feet, went from the dining table to the sofa of the living room, before dinner took place, I intended to enjoy a TV show for a moment, but I had not had time to sit down to relax, unfortunately, he said, my doorbell rang, forcing my laziness to dim for a moment, and that was just for the sake of opening the door. 

'TULALIT-TULALIT-TULALIT'

I impulsively opened the door of the house with a piss, even for that, I was disturbed, and the entrance was exposed, I found a man in a neat black suit that was in harmony with his misty hair color, Brother Farka, a charismatic and perfumed man came to my house.

Strange, do you know where he's at my home address?

The smile of the knot was on his charismatic face, a happy smile because the door was exposed, grateful! He's obliged to, both his hands tucked in both pockets of his long formal pants give the impression that he's a cool guy, the rest, he's a tall guy, he's a tall guy, making me have to kind of look up my face in order to be able to look into the black eyes firmly, even my height does not exceed his shoulders.

“Kak Farka.” I welcome with a hollow smile that I indeed disturbed by the presence of Kak Farka.

Instead of being pleased with his presence, I invited Brother Farka to come into my house, I intended only to be a courtesy, not that it was a pleasure to accept him was the reason, but suddenly, it was, my door got vibrating jeeps roaring from my garage.

My husband is home!

Without the slightest burden, without greeting, Brother Farka stepped into the house, not to forget he also had time to remove his pantofel shoes at the door, except for her proud black socks that were still attached to both her legs.

I invite Brother Farka to sit on the guest sofa, without a single word being said, Brother Farka according to, he sat on a special sofa one person, he said, sitting sweet while looking at one by one the interior of my house.

I asked him to wait on the pretext that my husband had come home, Brother Farka did not look surprised when I said 'my husband' he just nodded steadily as if he had known my life.

I set my foot in an impulsive step, although my husband would understand in the presence of my guest a man, that jealousy would sometimes appear without judgment, so I would still have to tell him first, so that he would know, Brother Farka is just a regular guest, and sure enough, my husband Harfa is walking from the kitchen towards me, his appearance is still as neat as the morning, blue shirt with shirt sleeves that are folded up to the elbow as well as long jeans shades of dark blue, the face of the square is still as bright as the morning.

Moreover, the peaceful smile was only for me.

“Wah, it looks like your husband again has to clean the house ...,” said Harfa while standing around his waist to look at the carpet that was still dirty I had not cleaned yet, but his eyes remained relaxed. 

“Harfa.” I called him until my husband turned to me.

A semester is the rest of our distance to get close.

“It was ...” I unfortunately hung up my sentence because his view was even directed seriously behind my left shoulder.

Suddenly, I turned my body back, shocked unexpectedly, I found that Kak Farka had been standing next to the parapet between the living room and the living room, his face was so relaxed without any problems.

For me this is a problem, I told him to wait in the living room, he had violated it, and I hope he has a good reason for it.

“Oh .. no guests.” Harfa my husband welcomed Brother Farka by developing a knotty smile.

More than that, my husband willingly stepped his sturdy legs just to get to Kak Farka, they took the time to shake hands to tell each other's names, even because of that, I was shown, he said, about the height of Brother Farka that exceeds my husband, Kak Farka's black eyebrows are the height limit of Harfa, but wait, my husband's body is much larger than the body of Kak Farka, Farka, although my husband's charismatic is not as brilliant as Brother Farka, Harfa has made me fall in love, and that's enough for me.

“Sorry, I have an important affair with your wife.” Kak Farka's outspoken remarks seem to drive my husband away.

Merely, my husband who incidentally is a good-natured and kind man, he invited Kak Farka to meet me, how furious I was, looking at the attitude of Kak Farka who seemed disrespectful, as a result, as a result, I put on a furious look at the sight, I stepped my foot closer to the two men, and so my husband stood with the face he pointed at me, the calm look of the face until the curvature of the smile of peace was knotted in the handsome face of my husband, Harfa really did not know my anger.

“What's the matter Kak?” I immediately asked in a sharp tone even my body gestures had turned lazy.

“About your autobiography,” replied Kak Farka as briefly as possible with a serious look without a smile.

Two words that are really able to make my feelings even more riled up, surely I am upset, just for the sake of an autobiography book that just like that, he was willing to come here?

“Eh? Sis, right at school has been explained, in fact, tomorrow can also be discussed at school.” I reply until my forehead frowns furiously, even I make a tone as soon as possible.

My husband started to go to the living room couch, he was a lazy guy, so just like that, without any body cleaning first, he said, socks patterned rose was still at home mounted on both feet sturdy.

“How about I have dinner here?” said Kak Farka asked for permission instead of leading to a strong desire to stay.

Damn it, is it that easy to throw a sentence for his own satisfaction? Though today I want to be home alone, but, it is basic. I pensively daydreamed for five seconds, wanting to express my feelings, saying that I wanted to be alone with Harfa, but, the custom of courtesy to the guests seemed to block my mouth, it was unethical, he said, if you have to evict a new guest for the first time to come to my residence. 

“Pak Harfa,” exclaimed Brother Farka who even called my husband.

I'm still fixated on not knowing what to do, which is for sure, I don't want Brother Farka here, and don't know why Brother Farka called my husband.

“Iya, what's up?” my husband who had been sitting now stood up to face Kak Farka, his face was serious he seemed to know Kak Farka calling him.

Now that the two men's eyes were clashing against each other, I thought they were like two princes fighting for a beautiful princess like me, it was too much, but that's how I thought.

“Can I have dinner with your family, tonight?” asked Kak Farka to make sure, but more pushy.

“Sorry, what is your business so important?” ask my husband who seems to be trying to defend me.

And this is like war! They took me! And let's say this is too much.

Ha's? Why so believe in something that is not necessarily certain, why should believe in myths? Even that, I almost am amused by it.

Like a fairy tale, I thought.

Actually, the atmosphere was not so tense, but, I was quite tense with this sight.

My husband immediately crossed paths, as a sign of him who has the right to set, the look in his eyes also implies a dislike for the attitude of Farka.

“Hmmmm ... curse huh? What proof? Why is writing an autobiography cursed?” my husband started asking strong questions, proof that he was the same as me, not wanting to be bullied tonight by outsiders.

Even so, Brother Farka did not tremble in the slightest, he slipped both hands into his trouser pocket, his face was plastered seriously, that's proof he also did not want to lose, did not want to give up.

“Both of my friends died while making the book, and there is another important thing that I want to convey.” Kak Farka's answer is still impressed faintly, he said, but he is confident to stay here.

While the anxiety is holding me, how not, the two adult men are indeed like being at war, yes, even though it is just a war of arguments, but it is also enough to say war, bonus, yes, I still don't want to be disturbed tonight.

“Turned? Is it really dead?” my husband's probing even doubted Kak Farka's statement.

There, on the smooth face of Kak Farka the seriousness of tirelessly still he pampang.

“Yes, there is no doubt about that, or if necessary, I suggest you, to ask Guru Sukada, the homeroom teacher Laisa.” Brother Farka explained a fact that in fact my husband is still a bit doubtful, more than that, I was doubtful.

“But ... what if, your friend was killed not by a curse?” my husband again made a strong argument, yes, this time I am sure, Brother Farka will be silent, unable to say anymore.

However, the fact is that my guess is wrong!

“Don't we better be on guard? Because prudence will not harm.” Brother Farka actually uttered a firm and steady sentence, a sentence that seemed to have a point as well.

Shit indeed, with just those words, my husband was instantly pensive, his mind had been incited, touched by the words, and I was unable to interrupt, how not, I was at a loss what to say, what, defending myself only for the sake of being alone with Harfa, which is definitive every day I can be alone, really not the right reason, even so, this is the argument of both of them, I just need to wait for my husband's decision, I just need to wait for my husband's decision, then my confusion will be gone.

“So yes ...” My husband instead answered briefly, which seems my prince will again succumb for the sake of others.

“... yes already, please, it does not matter,” he continued asserting my husband really gave permission.

'PLAQUE'

I immediately patted the eel, when my husband allowed Brother Farka to have dinner together, in fact, dinner only together with my husband failed miserably.

       Sure enough, at night at 20:00 Brother Farka joined dinner with us, the lights in my house have shimmered brightly, revealing the shadows of darkness, the air feels cold, and the lights in my house have shone, more than that, my husband and sister Farka from the afternoon actually had a conversation, whether they discussed it, because from that afternoon, I was in the room, too lazy to talk to Kak Farka, he was like a stalker, even he was like a bully, silly too when he realized, if my house is still not neatened, even while relaxing in the room, even if I have not tidied up, I just play games online, with my best friend Anka who of course she is at her house.

Now that we sit around the square dining table made of teak wood, our appearance is still the same as in the afternoon, Kak Farka and my husband eat the same dish, which is chicken soup, and this sucks, if in fact Kak Farka participated in eating what was eaten by my husband, when my cooking was not only that, there is still shrimp mulch with delicious green sambal squid, the bonus is sambal with salted fish.

And I just put up my saggy face while eating my dishes with the wrath in my mind.

“Kok just eat salted fish anyway?” my husband was astonished by my strange behavior.

“Nnothing, please.” I answered tightly, then looked up, hoping my men understood that I was uncomfortable with the presence of Kak Farka.

I ate salted fish and rice, this anorexia is the act of my anger.

There was no meaningful response from my husband, mangosteen while eating my cooking without burden that's what he did, while Kak Farka, he even put on a flat face, no matter, he explained he really enjoyed my cooking.

Thirty minutes we had dinner, without any conversation, empty glass was placed on the table by Kak Farka's right hand, the water was gulped down, more shortly afterwards, Brother Farka burped, proof that he really enjoyed his meal.

But I don't know exactly what my husband's expression is like right now, I'm focusing on my smartphone, it's just playing games, too lazy to see the whole thing around, which is clear, I want Brother Farka to come home quickly.

“Nah, we just go straight to the ketopic,” said Kak Farka earnestly trying to change the atmosphere seriously.

Along with that sentence, I looked down at my smartphone indifferently with Kak Farka's statement.

“You must be really serious about making your autobiography, and if your friends are willing to join, tell them to stay away, consider you hostile, that's how to stop the curse.” Brother Farka explains as explicitly as possible.

I just muttered without a meaningful response, as if listening carefully, when it was just a pleasantries.

“Laisa, please listen to Brother Farka politely.” My husband is aware of my bases to the impression of defending Brother Farka.

For the sake of the husband I let go of my face facing the handsome romance Harfa, even, until I began to realize the true state of this dining table.

Waita minute! I did not expect, apparently my husband put on a serious face, his gaze was sharp, until it felt like I was being scolded by a teacher, even the chicken soup that I served on the table had vanished without a trace, and that's how unfortunate it is for a shrimp culmination with a green squid that is still sacred without being touched in the slightest, and stupidly I just realized it all.

Damn, it seems, Brother Farka did eat a dish similar to my husband, he hasn't even thanked me.