High School Autobiography
WHEN CALLED HE DECLINED WHEN HE SAW HIM ALL TOGETHER
At 14:20 when the rain was still pouring, a young man who was waiting to enter the classroom with a wet condition, Fihan came alone, waltzing in like a war general who just returned from the battlefield, in line with his bonyok face that is still plastered, plus the cool look of his face is in harmony with the ice in the refrigerator stored for a glass of iced tea. Suddenly like seeing a miracle or rather seeing a symbol of arrogance, all of the friends of Fihan were immediately stunned to see it, looking with a strange look, they were willing to stop their fun just for the sake of the arrogant cute child.
“Woy stupid! Where are you from?!” hardik Derka who had risen from his deep sleep.
Without feeling guilty even without feeling that this class was human-inhabited, Fihan still sauntered calmly towards his favorite chair, then without a second thought, before Fuhan grabbed his pride backpack, Farka the class leader hurriedly approached him.
“Fihan wait! We have to talk!” pinta Farka loudly did not want to miss this sweet opportunity.
But as usual, Fihan the man was icy tea cold, did not rub it, instead did not think Farka was stopping him, he still stepped casually towards his desk. While all of the students were still at home letting their precious eyes and ears just to make Fihan the focus of attention, they guessed where the cold man came from? Is it possible that Fuhan was playing in the rain like a boy who just knew that the sea water was salty not savory, he looked stupid to be soaked just for the sake of his cradle bag. Except for the most popular woman in this school, Zeni who with the same cold attitude but not as cold as iced tea, he looks stupid with the presence of Fihan, who is, Zeni is more concerned with his Harvest Moon game than the brazen man, because it is for whatever reason takes care of people's children. Just as Fihan managed to reach for his sling bag, grabbing all the goals that had been pinned on his bag, like taking back his crown that was accidentally left in his room, but before Fihan left happily, he was happy, Farka ran and managed to block the steps of Fihan, closing every possible path to escape, making them stand face to face like a wrestling fighter who was ready to bleed for the sake of an honor, along with that, the wind was blowing softly but cold enough for the fur to stand on Aqada. No doubt the two black netra they were fighting, so Farka's forehead had to frown in wonder but he was also furious. Fihan was completely drenched, water droplets falling from his chin as well as the tip of his hair, confirming that Fihan was completely desperate for the sake of his own bag, he said, he was like a person who had just splashed into a river and then rose up feeling proud, obviously the air was very cold but Fihan was not cold at all.
“Fihan, where are you from?” anxious Estilia while getting up looked at Fihan with a look full of wonder wrapped in worry as a person who put his heart on Fihan.
Suddenly without hesitation, Fihan shamelessly overtook Farka, he willingly nudged Farka's left shoulder in order to shift Farka gave Fihan a way to escape, initially he managed to make Farka inching even nudge his shoulder, to nudge his shoulder, he tried not to waste time to go home, but Farka did not want his hunt free, simultaneously Farka hastily grabbed the left shoulder of Fihan, reaching him with the desire to stop him, then without being able to fight a bit, Farka was unable to fight back, Fihan was forced to stop stepping, turning his body in front of Farka, they were back facing each other, but this time the net they did not meet each other, Fihan still put on a face indifferently, his eyes glanced at the school's glass window, his attitude colder than the rain this afternoon.
“Teacher asked you to explain the matter of Guru Kativia,” said Farka without further ado affirming that he understands very well the character of Fihan.
“Eh wait, Eril where?” sela Estilia was astonished that the first person who realized Eril was not present.
Farka, the class leader, realizes that Eril is completely invisible. But all of Farka's friends don't seem to care, or maybe they just realized.
“Oh where is Eril?” continued Farka who was astonished and felt to be sought.
At that question, finally the cold attitude of Fihan could melt, not out of worry, but out of wonder.
“I don't know,” said Fihan with a chuckle but thank goodness he wanted to talk.
“I think he's been here first,” his frame gives the impression of caring but not at all.
“The problem is still there, look,” refutes Estilia while pointing at Eril's chair confirms that Eril really has not returned.
“Fihan, Teacher Kativia went out of nowhere, jad..” Farka's speech stopped.
Fihan again tried to turn away the fool.
“FIHAN IF ANYONE TALKS LISTEN TO DONG!” areny jolted with anger his caring soul so rose.
“Not really appreciate you!” he continued, which confirmed how fed up Areny was.
But silly, Fihan was willing to put his sturdy foot to stop stepping, but clearly he turned his back on Farka, unwilling to lose the momentum to emphasize how unconcerned he was.
“I want to go home, tomorrow we finish,” concluded Fihan with emphasis in every word and then again walk away indifferent.
“Eh, do you want to rain?!” reply Areny anxiously but more to the astonishment.
Fihan hugged his carrying bag like his own life, he chose to embrace it, because his defeat when fighting with Derka the ignorant man who loves violence, has made his soul need peace, and hugs are the right thing, even if it's just a bunch of hugging a carry-on bag, but he's happy to do it, one thing that matters, that he's not responding to Areny's nonsense speech, he continued to move on without caring, letting all the human neutrals in the class look at him strangely, precisely annoyed, while the class president was the highest honorary in all humans in the 3rd class, Farka, was, only able to throw his breath helplessly against the indifference of Fihan, his honor is still there, but, it is not considered to exist, even completely useless.
“ASTAGAAAAAA CHILD ITUUUUU. THIS SCHOOL BELONGS TO HIS GRANDMOTHER APA..!” gusar Areny did not hesitate to complain about the anger of all his friends.
While all the other students returned to focus on their pleasure, each chose to wait for the rain to subside. They didn't care about Fihan but were also upset when Fihan was indifferent full of arrogance, they also had time to think about where Eril was.
The rain kept pouring down heavily, even the cloud cloud had roared a few times, as if it was the sound of a giant belly that was very rumbling. Now that the cold man was walking down the street to his house, through the moans of the rain without burden, the rain did not hinder his indifference to passionate about coming home in the rain as if the world was his, his face still looks calm, he hugged his carrying bag, fortunately all the bags owned by all students of Liliy Kasih High School is a waterproof bag, so even though the bag is submerged in the ocean, the bag is still very small, a drop of water will not be able to penetrate into the bag, just like the smartphone. The streets were quite quiet, all humans seemed to disappear, but some two-wheeled vehicles to four wheels willingly penetrate the rain to reach their destination, the home of Fihan some distance from the school, his house is closer to Pekerti High School, but because of the sake of a distant school, then Fihan joined Liliy Kasih High School, followed by Eril the lover who would not willing his handsome prince to disappear from his side. Before arriving at his mansion, Fihan had to cross the highway, then walk down the roadside to the Southeast after three hundred meters of walking, then enter into a narrow alley, across the park, and then walk down the road, just faced with a residential archway, he lived in elite housing, neighboring Eril. His house has a large courtyard, sometimes Fuhan camped in his yard just to get away from his cruel stepmother, his house is like a palace, westerners call it a 'mansion' but here it is often called the house of nobility, the house of royalty, the high black iron gate is an early sign of the grandeur of the house of Fihan, to be able to enter the house must get permission first from a guard, otherwise his affairs will be complicated with the police, the police, the estate of the father, who used to be the mayor of Artana and died tragically, with no one to know but Fihan, he knows who killed his father, and the public only knows his lies. Only Fihan the heir to his father's estate, but, Fuhan rejects the entire estate of his late father, because, how can he receive the property of a corrupt mafia, how can he accept the property of a corrupt mobster, so the stepmother took over the entire legacy of Fihan's father happily. In fact, Fihan could have controlled all the organizations and gangs in the city of Artana, making him the son of the mafia who returned to continue the dirty politics of the father or just for fun, even if he wanted to with just one sentence of command, then a loyal father's men, could eliminate the stepmother of Fihan without a trace, but, Fihan strongly refused all the invitation, he said, he chose to be an ordinary young man. The exterior of the three-story Fihan house is shades of golden white, with a modern style, there is also a fountain pool in the middle of the front yard that adds to the impression of elegance, with a swimming pool that also decorates the backyard, in every corner of the yard there is a flower garden, the late mother deliberately made the flower garden, not to beautify the house, but only for the beloved child, of course, Fihan cheerfully received it, Fihan, however, not to look at every flower in the garden, but instead to be his bedmate, he always fell asleep while with his mother watering flowers or enjoying the graceful image of each flower, he said, and since his mother died, he would sleep in the garden only to feel the presence of the mother again. The area of the front yard as large as a football field is the same as the area of the backyard. Maybe for some people to have a luxurious house like Fihan, it is a pride, but for Fihan, this house is a misery, a disgrace and a great sin, he said, how could Fihan accept all these precious things when all the bitter and sweet memories had fused with his entire home environment, forming a symbol called family heritage, Fihan was sick of living like this.
Now just as he had made it through the rain, as well as the fence of his house, had even opened the door of his luxurious room, without hesitation, without fear, he entered into the room, not forgetting to close the door, to produce the sound of 'ngieeeek cheklek' he put his bag next to the door, Fihan's room is very large, like a star hotel room, there is a bathroom, mini kitchen, clothing room, clothing room, plus the door to the backyard. But the impression of luxury is not at all striking in this room, precisely the room looks bland without decoration, without photos, all shades of white to seem spacious, just plain white mattress, just plain white, as well as the drawer table that fills the room, while the floor is made of smooth and shiny Polished marble, there is no wardrobe only there is a refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen, it also contains a bottle of water. Fihan went into the bathroom intending to take a shower.
At exactly 20:19 at night, when all the chandeliers in this room have shone brightly, obliterating all darkness, and the night sky as symbolizing a dark aura, The cold and arrogant male Fihan had changed appearance, a plain green t-shirt with plain black shorts became his best appearance at this time, although he was a son of a noble, but every day, he was a child of a noble, his appearance was very simple, not at all highlighting his nobility. Fihan was sitting on the lip of the mattress with a bowed contemplation, he waited for his beloved grandmother to come, and go with him. There are things that no one else understands, that Fihan cannot understand himself, he does not know what he loves, or what he hates, he does not hate his father or stepmother, he said, nor is he in love with his biological mother, he only seeks to find the form of his feelings, only so that he knows, which ones are worth fighting for and which ones are worth destroying, his mind is now raging about what decision he should make, for from today on, Fihan will determine the way for his feelings, a path that will shape his reborn self, a virtuous society calls him, as, revenge. His phone that had been on the table rang several times, even many incoming messages that he did not reply to, his ears seemed to be clogged by his own feelings. Fihan knew very well that people called themselves arrogant, but that was just prejudice, they just did not know Fihan really know, they were confused between arrogant, quiet and want to be understood, he said, clearly all humans are wrong in concluding something, or maybe Fihan does have all three characters, the brain of Fihan continues to work to find the right point so that the search for his identity ends.
