High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 37: Autobiography of Laisa. (Part 2)

”He! Tomorrow I will come again!“

I was apathetic, and still walked towards my house.

As time passed, the day changed, and sure enough, Anka the brat was already in the park, playing on a swing, she even had time to greet me. But, apathy with him, I did not learn or play the swing, then immediately stepped back home.

Then the day changed again, and Anka was still waiting for me in the park, and still greeted me, the next day was so, in fact, it had been two weeks she always came to the park of this elite housing complex, just to be friends with me, and greet me.

And today, as I began to feel riled up, I ventured to come to the park, again he is here.

But foolishly with him, I sat on his left swing, sat down while taking a textbook, and started reading it to study again.

I read in my heart, so that in this way, Anka did not see my stupidity, but, by accident, because I was also tired, I began to read by vibrating my voice.

Suddenly, Anka heard my disability.

”It read, 'the people of Artana city, happy people'.“ cetus.

I just fell silent. Then try to read again.

”You can't read it yet?“ tanya Anka made sure.

”YA, GO THERE! I'M A STUPID KID!“ my sergeant.

”Eh? Don't dong, I'll just ask ...,“

”Lagian, I don't intend to mock,“ the bell.

“Everyone will only approach a smart person, an achiever. I'm just trash.”

I complained about how stupid I was, showing my inferiority.

“Eh? Do not vilify your competitors if you are in a slump, learn more, exceed your competitors, later, you can be greater than him, or at least, equivalent to him.”

Anka's trying to motivate me.

“My hard work is always betrayed by results!”

I don't agree with Anka's words.

“No, no hard work betrayed results .. life does not repay hard work with nonsense, yes, unless you give up easily.”

Anka again tried to motivate me.

I flinch, only able to sting.

”Let's show it! Who's wrong!“ challenge Anka while getting off the swing and facing me straight away.

I just kept quiet, and was forced to accept the challenge, I'd rather give up on this jail man, so, I read my book again, and this time, Anka taught me. I wish my words were wrong, because after all, I hate and dislike being mocked.

Although time eventually became our separator, in the days that followed, Anka came and always taught me to read, moreover, she always made jokes at times when I misrecognized letters, which of course, was, it can make me laugh. The bonus, I'm starting to recognize letters.

And of course, I also introduced my name to her, from that day on, I started to get along with Anka. Until I had not expected, I could get along with a boy, more than that, I could get along with a human child.

As time went on, when it came to the third week, Anka began to realize my strangeness.

”Why Laisa? Why do you always complain about imperfections, whereas, mistakes are natural?“

At first I did not want to tell him my problem, but, because Anka had been willing to teach me patiently, moreover, I had started to feel an inner bond. Then I reveal my teeth.

I exposed all my homeroom teacher's harsh treatment to her, and somehow, I started to shed tears, these tears might be proof, that I was mentally hurt, I hated crying, it felt weak to me, it felt weak to me, but, in front of Anka, I cried.

Finished I spoke, Anka pensively for a moment, then said, “You are perfect Laisa! Yep! You're perfect, because you're always learning and learning!”

I was just a mangosteen, and went back to my studies.

Three days after I told Anka my problem. Unexpectedly, she was present at my school, even she moved to my school without telling me.

Obviously during the lunch break, while all the lunches in each class, I began to ask why I was changing schools.

“Why did you move?”

“Nothing, I want to know, what kind of injustice you feel, I just want to feel it aja.” the answer is short and convincing.

And stupidly, when I was getting an extra lesson to read, Anka came to my class, saying, “Sorry sir, I can't read either, my uncle, has also made a certificate right?”

Surprisingly, my homeroom teacher nodded in tears, so Anka became my only friend here.

We also read together, more strangely, when there was Anka, the courage of my homeroom seemed not to be shown, either because he was embarrassed, or was tired of scolding me.

Even so, after returning home from school, when Anka and I were in the park, I asked about the awkwardness about her not being able to read, even though she could already read.

”Why is that?“

”Loh, you are how the hell, the name is also a friend, the time anyway can not feel each other's suffering?“ anka replied casually.

”Haah freak.“ then I was just a beard, and returned to study on Anka.

Finally, time passed, arriving at the time of two more months I studied with Anka, and the most surprising thing was, all my efforts paid off! I can already read. Right, thanks to Anka, now I managed to read.

”Great! It's great! You can now read.“ Anka applauded me by applauding my hard work.

”Yes! Glad to feel too!“ my reply is so cramped.

”Show! Hard work, never betray results! So I won, well, because I won .. yes .. I won,“ said Anka.

And back then, I had truly believed in Anka, making us even more familiar, she also told me the reason for coming to this elite housing complex, she said, he just wanted to find a brave girl friend with a cockroach, and only I was brave.

Until a few months later, I continued to study with my homeroom teacher, of course this was just a pretense, because after all, Anka and I would surprise her.

Until the day comes, where another week is the graduation exam.

“You will not be able to take the national exam, because you cannot read.”

My homeroom teacher was pessimistic towards me.

When I opened the textbook page at the end of the chapter, a chapter that contains a long story, the last step to be declared pass in reading.

Then I read aloud and loudly, “When the rain fell on Artana, an orphan girl ran across the street, yes, he ran in the rain just to deliver an old man's bottle of perfume. He knew the old man would definitely need him. A perfume that had been left behind in the garden chair. Fortunately for him the old man was across the street. The girl ran, calling the old man, "Hey old man! Old sir!" but his cry could not be reached by the old man's ears, until his steps, as well as all his goodness, came to a halt, when a bus suddenly hit the little orphan girl.”

I read only half of the story, because Anka continued the story, and it ended perfectly.

But my homeroom teacher couldn't believe it, saying, “Ha? You must have memorized it.”

But loudly and pointed his face, to strengthen my argument. I jerked, ”I'll graduate from this school! Yep! And I made sure! It's not because of dad!“

No need to linger anymore, I immediately went to go home, go with Anka full of pride.

More than that, when night fell, when my parents were gathered, I immediately showed my success to them, so, they were happy, proud and moved to see my success.

”Laisa, look, you can, that extra hour is indeed useful.“ my mom voiced her joy.

”Your teacher is patient, your second homeroom teacher is already competent.“ my papa also voiced his pride.

But in order to protect the good image of the teachers in my school, I said, “Yes, my second homeroom teacher is indeed more patient and understanding.”

And moreover, there was a thing that they still did not know, that Anka was the one who had actually taught me. It is not important to tell them either.

On the day of the exam came, after I had read a lot of textbooks, thanks to reading too, a lot of knowledge attached to my head, to many test questions that I could really answer.

And finally, a week after the exam, I was declared a graduate from Elementary School, with good grades, enough to make my mom jump up and down in excitement.

My mother has the same nature as me.

But, on that very day, I got permission from my mama to play with Anka in the park, this is just a swing to celebrate graduation and talk about Junior High later.

But, simultaneously, my homeroom teacher suddenly came, his face gloomy, looking so sorry. As a result, I immediately got up from the swing chair while approaching my homeroom teacher.

With his face, and his proud smile, plus his eyes full of regret, my homeroom teacher said, “I'm sorry Mr. Laisa, I'm sorry for being too discriminated against you.”

However, I looked at him sharply, crouching furiously, clenching the fist that felt like hitting him, I was already disappointed, already angry, he was a teacher, which gave absolutely no essence from the image of the teacher itself. Unless he's a teacher to teach you how to 'harden a girl who doesn't know anything'.

Clearly, with a cold, I shouted out my frustration, “AAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH ..!”

After three seconds, I finished shouting, suddenly, Anka's hand clasped my left hand, saying, “Let's celebrate our graduation.” she tried to take me away from Mr. Bambang. He is trying to make today full of joy.

Finally, I ran away leaving my teacher in the park in regret.

And for this, I immediately threw away my disappointment, threw it away because, I was running with Anka, and it was inappropriate for me to even vent to her. When we stopped, we looked around the complex, standing by the roadside, breathing heavily.

“Pestanya how ya ...?” Anka thought of finding an idea.

As long as Anka was looking for an idea in her head, I contemplated, starting to be grateful that it turned out, having that friend, was fun. Anka, only this boy makes me feel perfect.

“While it feels .. Now I feel perfect just because I have friends.” I express my feelings with a look of contemplation.

Anka smiled, then said, “To celebrate, let's ring all the house bells in this housing complex!”

Then with pleasure, I ran with Anka, running for fun.

Incidents, events, or history, that's what makes a human like me.