High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)
CHAPTER 40: SUBLIM THE SEIZURE. (Part 2: End)
“First, the maturity of the soul is not seen from the age, and secondly, there are some technical that make students at Lily Kasih High School trusted by the people to uphold justice, therefore, there are, we write history first,” reply Teacher Sukada.
“Aduh ... nyeleneh again, yes already, we look ahead aja,” lamented, do not want to take a headache.
“And indeed your class does not include any generation, your class is only a reinforcement, that is, the teacher also does not plan it will be this way, the father also does not know, this will be written up to several generations, which is why, I hope that the second generation is all complete, if it fails, the possibility of being third generation,” said Guru Sukada.
I just nodded.
“Oh yes Laisa,” said Kak Farka who remembered something, and I automatically looked at him.
“As long as you are afraid, it is your husband who has saved you from the police, at that time, early in the morning the police came, well, your husband who gave bail to the police, besides, he already knows, well, if you were to disturb public order, but, your husband pretended not to know, and so did Anka's uncle and aunt, they pretended not to know, just so, that, you can enjoy your youth as much as possible,” added Kak Farka who revealed the facts I just knew.
Obviously, I was stunned by the statement, I guess, as long as I was mummy, my husband only knew that I was playing in the park, or watching the movies, but, my guess was wrong, me and Anka, too, has really made a big deal, stupid indeed.
“However, as you see, satisfaction can never be achieved, that desire will continue to exist, right?” sindir Kak Farka's.
I bowed in shame, saying, “Iya,” as a justification for Kak Farka's insinuation, because indeed, I was not satisfied to mess up downtown.
Even so, today, I have received an important rebuke from my life, that I should live more carefully, after all, the stakes are the most valuable person being a victim.
“I ... I'm sorry,” lirihku down contemplated.
“Yes, it's okay, as long as you don't break the law many times,” refutes Kak Farka.
“But ... Sis, do you already know your friends?” ask me who suddenly changed the topic, not anything, I do not want to continue to be blamed.
Brother Farka had turned to the left on Brother Fikia, who indeed they are both high school friends, then looked back at me, saying, “Sister does not really know his sister's friends, he said, we are just friends at a glance, but it does want to be any way, we will develop, and meet new people, however, brother does not necessarily forget his friends, that is, he said, sister still considers them friends.”
I nodded to digest Brother Farka's words.
“But as long as you know, the most solid and most ready to help is this Farka Sister,” said Kak Fikia by patting Kak Farka's shoulder to strengthen his accusation.
I stared at Brother Farka questioningly.
“Oh fast, Brother Farka willing to spend money to help me,” I said.
“That's not how much, Sister Farka never drank urine by swallowing earthworms just to help her friend, who is now his wife, especially Kak Farka already bonyok at that time,” stories Kak Fikia full of enthusiasm.
”Wow, I appreciate it, brother is willing to sacrifice,“ my flattery by clapping three times to make a sound, 'prok-prok-prok'.
Silly, Brother Farka just silent with a flat look, like not complacent by praise.
”This, you have sent it,“ said Guru Sukada while thrusting my phone.
And I took a look at my phone, saying, ”Teacher, please name our class book with the title, Antimatteri.“
”Loh? Some book titles even though from the star name, why even Antimatteri?“ wonder Teacher Sukada while putting his phone into his pocket in his leather jacket.
”That trust from the late Loze,“ reply me seriously.
”Oh, but wait a minute, actually who has the right to give a name, is the student who was first ordered to write,“ Beber Guru Sukada.
”Ya already, just write on the back cover, 'Curprise Star',“ I propose not to take a headache.
Fortunately without complaint, Master Sukada nodded, accepting my advice.
”I also want you to say that, I am the one who killed my friends,“ I said seriously, and I looked at the one-on-one three humans in front of me.
”Eh?“ simultaneously the three humans in front of me were shocked.
”For my sake, as a 12th-grade slayer, I am scathing with malicious accusations, but, please, whoever has read my autobiography told me to come to my house, I want to see that student, I want to see that student, the student who thinks well of me, I just want to see what the original character of the hero is like,“.
”But ...,“ Guru Sukada speech paused.
”Let's rest, the slander is only for the second generation students, excluding the outside world,“ as casually.
But they fell silent in deep contemplation, seconds later, Guru Sukada said, ”If that is the case, you must be ready to bear the worst risk, whatever the risk is.“
Not talking, I just nodded steadily and everyone was stingy to accept my request.
”Yes already, now it is night too, you have to go home,“ said Guru Sukada as he rose from his seat.
”Kakak should also go home,“ continued Kak Farka.
”Kakak also, tomorrow afternoon brother pick up,“ said Kak Fikia by looking at me in a smile.
So I squealed, as well as driving them to the front door of the house, shortly after they put on their own footwear, we had time to say goodbye to each other, first I kissed respectfully on the right hand of Teacher Sukada.
”Remember, if you still need anything, you can call father,“ Guru Sukada's message.
”Iya ready!“ reply with enthusiasm.
”Entertainment always!“ added Guru Sukada by raising his fist near his ears, giving the impression of spirit.
I nodded steadily, then Master Sukada stepped away first.
But suddenly, Sister Fikia hugged me tightly, saying, ”As a woman, I am proud of you, Laisa!“
Actually I don't know what to be proud of a stupid girl like me, but, I'm pretty 'wow' with that.
After that flattery, Sister Fikia let go of her hug, by holding both my shoulders tightly, looking at me intensely and I could tell, that my height was on par with her nose.
”See you later,“ said Kak Fikia while removing her grip on my shoulder, then walking away.
Lastly Brother Farka, he stood in front of me leaving a distance of one inch, if he wanted to, he could touch me. And sure enough, his right hand held my right shoulder, whereas I was only able to look up for the sake of looking at his charismatic face.
”Hehehehe ..“ Brother Farka even grinned unclear. But, the fact is, this is the second time I've seen Brother Farka laugh.
”... let's fight together, life has just begun, don't give up ... when we can still make up,“ said Kak Farka.
I was silent for a moment, but nodded slowly afterwards. And Brother Farka took his hand off my shoulder, he stepped back and said, ”Assalamu'alaikum.“
”Wa'alaikumsalam,“ reply.
Then Brother Farka turned around, and stepped away. It's just that, after a few seconds, I remembered something.
”WAIT KAK!“ seruku asked for a suspension.
Suddenly, Brother Farka turned back to look at me, but slowly he stepped back. He's three meters from me.
”... is my history perfect?“ manya curious.
”We will see the second generation,“ replied Kak Farka without answering with certainty my question.
Because I did not want to take a headache, I just nodded, and Brother Farka waved his right hand at me, then turned back around, walking with Teacher Sukada and Brother Fikia. In addition to them stepping towards the gate of my house, they certainly stepped away, towards his other activities.
Finally, I closed the door, and went back inside the house to rest.
I am grateful that I have people who always support me, no matter how naughty I am, I always have salvation.
In my eyes, hatred and love are death
Defeat and the chanting of Do'a formed partitions
War and peace are always fought
Yet a thousand are missing one who had fun
Envisioning peace in the strands of the do'a
Ease disappointment in hope
My wounded soul now bears sorrow
As if your shahdu do'amu invited mala petaka
I want to heal when I take away eternity
Laisa, let me tell you about him who took the time
Time in reality gives birth to hope
