High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 40: SUBLIM THE SEIZURE. (Part 1: End)

My atelophobia I have conquered, only with focus and determination. And just 21:01 p.m., dark night, starless black sky, cold air caressing my gymnastics skin, I arrived at my house, past the back gate of the house. Of course I went through the backyard, so that this way, no journalist pitted me. Then unlock the back door of the house, and enter the house.

I had expected, that in addition to the lights of the house that had shimmered brightly, Kak Farka and Kak Fikia, and even Guru Sukada had gathered here, they were sitting on the sofa of the living room.

Their appearance is still the same as this afternoon, except for Guru Sukada who I just saw his appearance today, he wore; a black leather jacket wrapped in plain white clothes, with long jeans. Her hair was neatly combed back, and not to forget, her round-rimmed glasses were still perched on her oval face.

I want to reprimand those who have been willing to enter my house and sit in the living room without problems, but all the rage is gone, because I believe this is important business, he said, I also have business with them.

Moreover, Teacher Sukada had apologized to me, because it was presumptuous, for the sake of my good teacher, of course I forgive him.

Now I'm standing right in front of the three humans, I had offered them coffee but with the reason it was night, they refused. Therefore, I immediately stepped on the carpet in front of them, leaving a distance of two meters. Of course, we met each other face to face so seriously.

“Laisa, you are at the end,” said Kak Farka who opened the conversation. He sits in the middle.

I nodded in disgust. Then with a serious look at Teacher Sukada I asked, “Teacher, is my friends' autobiography done?”

“All have been sent by Loze to father's phone, but ... only you have not, and he said you will give him a name,” beber Guru Sukada who sits on the right side of Kak Farka.

I nodded as well as grabbed my phone from my denim pants pocket, after I checked my phone, with the aim to sort out the writing, then after the writing was selected, I gave my phone to Master Sukada, I gave my phone to him, that way he can copy it.

While Guru Sukada copied my writing, I turned to look at Brother Fikia, he sat down to the left of Kak Farka.

“Kak Fikia, is my case done?” my usut.

“Yes, actually it's done, the surveillance camera recording at the same school phone call recording has become a witness, well, tomorrow afternoon, you come to the office with brother, just to give a statement, just,” says Brother Fikia.

I nodded in disgust.

“So sorry,” added Kak Fikia, empathize.

I nodded back appreciating his concern.

“So ... Have you met your husband?” ask Farka suddenly.

Suddenly I looked directly at Kak Farka, saying, “Iya, I just ask for support from him, as well as visit him.”

“How's your hobby?” search Brother Farka.

“Yes, I have not healed yet, I just gave a suggestion to myself, and the rest, strong determination,” my reply.

Along with nodding Kak Farka, Guru Sukada chimed in, “You managed to control yourself?”

“Ya, there you go.” I replied briefly.

“Dan .. Your life spirit has recovered as well huh? Or do you have a suicide plan?” asked Brother Farka suspiciously and curiously.

“No, I can still survive, this is also thanks to my beloved husband, support from the closest people is very useful,” my rebuttal.

“Wah, husband yes ... like your household is harmonious yes?” timpal Brother Fikia.

“Ya, I'm grateful for it.”

“Oh yes, when do you want to have children?” Brother Fikia is curious.

“Hmmm .. later, after I know that the time is now,”.

Sister Fikia was pensive, somewhat confused by my statement, but, within three seconds, she nodded in tears.

And there, Brother Farka, crossed, staring at me scanning, asking, “So I wonder, what the hell makes you believe in your husband? And what did it do until you changed drastically? And what the hell, did Brother Fikia, until I couldn't help you?”

“Hmmmm ...” I moaned for a moment in thinking about Sister Farka's question.

”Oh so ...,“ said Guru Sukada realized the important thing.

And that made me look questioningly at him.

”... You are a child who needs more attention, from people you care about, you are looking for sincerity, even though you have given advice, you are more willing to listen to people you trust,“ Guru Sukada's.

”Yes, maybe so, but I would rather agree, if I want to be helped by people who understand me, not anything, I am a spoiled child and always pampered, he said, so if there's something I don't get, I can go berserk,“ my error.

Guru Sukada stinged with nodding. I turned to look at Brother Farka.

”Well, if Brother Farka, what do you do if your wife is wrong? What scolded her? Or give directions like me?“ ask me to be curious and change the object of topicality.

”Yes, just like your husband, even though sometimes brother snapped at him,“ replied Kak Farka briefly without full details.

”Oh yes, sister married her when?“ cecarku was still curious.

”I got married young, after graduating High School,“ said Kak Farka with a relaxed look.

I quietly digested the brief explanation of Brother Farka. Then looked at Kak Fikia, while asking, “Then what about Kak Fikia, do you have someone special?”

“Older brother, do not suggest falling in love, or loving, he said it only causes distress, then raises hatred,” replied Kak Fikia seriously.

”Continue facts in his field how?“ my usut.

”Kakak is in love .. hahaha ..“ Brother Fikia revealed the facts, and even laughed at the absurdity.

And flicking his right hand in front of his face, he said, ”But already ..“

”... sister is now more focused on sister's career, anyway sister's boyfriend is now dicuekin, which is important he knows, one more year brother is ready to marry,“ he continued by crossing hands.

'Prok-prok-prok-prok', I applauded the reaction of my body gesture supporting him or rather congratulating him, saying, ”Congratulations, congratulations on his wedding later.“

Sis Fikia was just stingy, yet smiled somewhat carelessly. And I bow my gaze in contemplation.

”In addition, I just want to say that, after I was immersed in suffering, made my mind even dark, should, I know suffering not to drown in it,“.

“I think we must be immersed in suffering, just so we can know suffering, but not to be dissolved in it,” said Kak Farka.

Suddenly, I immediately looked at Brother Farka so dumbfounded, and permeated his sentence well.

“Hmmm .. yes, yes-yes,” I said nodding in approval to Kak Farka's perception.

For a while, we stumbled in silence, waiting for Master Sukada with my phone. Maybe my autobiography is only written one or two chapters, because I just wrote about three chapters, with a total of 5600 words.

The silence was broken when I asked Guru Sukada, “Guru, what was the actor who deflected the autobiography of High School Lily Kasih that Oteda? Then what exactly is the book that was deflected burned?”

“Iya, Oteda the culprit, he confessed before committing suicide ..” replied Guru Sukada hanging his sentence down while checking his smartphone.

“... and, the book that was deflected was indeed burned, so that nothing bad happened, but later, in the second generation, we will demand that the students write honestly without having to add imagination,” continued Guru Sukada while looking at me confidently.

“Loh ...? Second generation? How many generations am I? How many generations have autobiographies been written?” my usut.

“Begini .. according to the alleged calculations, of a disciple, this second generation will lead the city of Artana, in other words, the, there will be riots in our city because of some sensitive problems and then exploded into a commotion, in short, this city will be led by children from the High School,”, said Guru Sukada straightforwardly.

“WHAT?! Wait guru!” as I was shocked and curious by Guru Sukada's statement.

“How can a high school boy who is learning lead this miserable town of Artana? Where are those grown-ups?” my wonder.