High School Autobiography

BE AN HONORABLE WOMAN ERYL....!

       School was back on, without the cold-hearted Fihan, Farka sat pensively in his chair with the glass window open, giving him some fresh air this afternoon, as his strange thoughts returned to work, eril's explanation of Fihan burning down his house, had made Farka reflect deeply. What exactly is Fihan's plan?

His reflection broke out when a 26-year-old adult man entered the classroom, Guru Gansa breezed in with her cute facial features, without greeting, without a smile, she was actually the most mysterious teacher, he will not be found in the Master's room, there are two ways to meet him, in his teaching hours, and make an appointment with him, one unique thing, his desk in the Master's room, he said, always clean and tidy, even the circumstances are always the same from month to month, according to the teachers in this school, Guru Ganza has no home, will not marry, has no ideals, and has no desire to be married, even more strangely Guru Ganza claimed not to be paid during his time as a teacher. Actually Guru Ganza according to the surrounding students is a teacher who is handsome, dashing, charismatic, kind, quiet and of course mysterious, he has a high stature, his black eyes are round like a full moon that is missing its rays, he said, his face is a bit square with a beautifully sculpted beaver, he has black hair and a bit wavy like Kurt Cobain, only this is the eastern version, actually the character of his voice is also very distinctive, a bit hoarse but sounds straightforward and the appearance is very neat, with a formal suit, plus the perfume is as fragrant as orange. Guru Ganza teaches Mathematics, Arts and Languages. This time we will study mathematics. All the students paid their respects to Guru Ganza. Guru Ganza immediately began his lesson without any words spoken, nor did he ask about the existence of Fihan, not because he was unconscious, precisely because he did not care, but because he did not care, and all the disciples were used to Guru Ganza's indifference, so no one told him of his absence. The lesson went on as usual, there was no laughter, the atmosphere was very serious, except for Farka who did not care, he drew cartoons, like skulls or monsters in his book, he wrote, almost every Farka lesson is just drawing, often not paying attention to the teacher teaching, and of course if there is a matter of lesson, then Kahji the assistant who is ready, filling all the questions of Farka's lesson, and of course, if there is a question of learning, then Kahji the assistant who is ready, filling all the questions of Farka's lesson, Kahji sat on the bench right in front of Farka.

       In the corner of Artana, among commercial buildings, Sieren was sitting alone in a long chair, by the roadside, his appearance was still neat with his formal suit, but his countenance was so tangled, pondering but empty, he daydreamed like a man who had lost his soul. Suddenly, a young man sat to Sieren's left, but Sieren was still silent with a blank look. Fihan also handed a bottle of orange juice to Sieren. Suddenly Sieren's eyes blinked, his void daydream broke and his gaze refocused, as if his soul had returned. But when he turned to Fihan he was stunned by surprise, until inching, the look of Sieren's face immediately changed, shocked and angry into one, but he was fixated on looking at Fihan fixedly, without a word, without blinking.

“Drink mom,” says Fihan offers still thrusting a bottle of orange juice.

Sieren was pensive, he returned to his original sitting position, but, with no significant response from Sieren, his countenance was still tangled, he was saggy, and only remained silent without speaking. So Fihan put the juice bottle next to Sieren on the chair.

“You want to come here? Aren't you satisfied torturing your stepmother?” ask Sieren suddenly.

Fihan's gaze was fixed forward, on the cars passing on the highway.

“I have forgiven all your mistakes mother.. so... mother also must forgive my actions..” said Fihan with emphasis in every word full of seriousness.

But Sieren was silent, sitting slightly bowed, his heart ached, his mind was unfocused, his hopes had vanished, his soul was heavy, and he was somehow able to survive. One important thing, orphan Sieren, is that he actually has a normal life, but his voracious attitude makes him ruin all his life. The atmosphere in this place is not as crowded in the city center, the weather is quite bright with clouds that adorn the blue sky, behind Fihan is a bookstore, the weather is quite bright, hadra was standing leaning on the side of the car, just across the street, in the restaurant parking lot.

“As long as I know, all of my assets have been confiscated by the government, I set fire to the house at that time, so that the mother is not caught by law enforcement, that's why.” said Fihan hanging his sentence.

Fihan grabbed an envelope from the left pocket of his pants.

“...go to mother's first house, the house already belongs to mother, all the actenya already there and...take this money...” continued Fihan while putting an envelope containing money right next to the bottle on the chair.

“Stop being kind to mom!” said Sieren still bowed in annoyance.

“I drove away mom, I don't want this city filled with garbage like mom.” explains Fihan with calm and indifference.

“...so go, and live life as it should..” he added while rising to his feet.

Sieren still bowed down in response, he hated, hated Fihan, to the Fihan family and hated himself. Fihan has left, resuming his goals with Hadra. Then Sieren turned to the envelope lying by his side, looking at what decision he would make.

       At 14:10 all students of Lily Kasih High School are allowed to go home because the lesson hours have been completed. As usual Areny and Farka go home together, on the way they talk about Fihan who went with his bodyguard and Zeni who turned out to be able to laugh. Away from school, at the home of Fihan, Eril and Grandma Fihan were sitting on the floor waiting for the arrival of Fihan, before Eril had told about the departure of Fihan with Hadra, explained the grandmother was quite worried, he was quite worried, considering that Fihan once told Hadra to burn down Sieren's house. One thing is important, that they still call Hadra Andy. A minute later, Fihan came home, he entered the house while greeting, he entered alone, while Hadra waited in the car, his appearance was still the same. Eril and granny immediately stood up, looking at Fihan from head to toe.

“Where are you from?” eril asked worriedly.

“Where are you from Fihan?” timpal the grandmother was worried.

“From Mr. Hadra's house,” replied Fihan as he stepped into the kitchen.

“Hadra?” eril astonished with a frown.

“That's Mr. Andy's real name,” reply grandma.

“Newly know me.”

After Fihan had done an important activity in the kitchen, which was to drink, without feeling guilty he stepped into his room, changing his clothes.

“Why should I skip? Even though he can go home to Mr Hadra?” investigate Grandma Fihan while standing in front of the door of Fihan's room.

While Eril could only stand in front of the exit questioningly. And when Fihan had come out of his room, his appearance had changed, his formal black suit plus his misty black hair that was combed back made him look charming, until Eril was astonished to see him.

“Now where are you going?” ask grandma worriedly.

Fihan did not respond, calmly walking towards the exit. But his steps came to a halt right in front of the door mouth, unexpectedly Eril clasped Fihan's hand, with a serious and hopeful look. While Fihan looked far ahead, he was indifferent.

“I'm coming with Fihan, I'm coming!” pinta Eril.

“Where are you going?” ask the worried grandmother.

“I want to work, if I do not work, we can die of hunger,” replied Fihan firmly and steadily.

The cold look of Fihan was still pampang. But Eril still clasped Fihan's hand with a look of hope.

“I want to come! I want to work too!” eril said with certainty.

“Are you ready to take the risk?” ask Fihan to make sure.

“Ayo,” invite Fihan.

So without a doubt, Eril said goodbye to grandma, and the grandmother could not do much, because what Fihan said was true as well, moreover, the grandmother was just a retired factory, but also a retired woman, just to eat thinking. Fihan and Eril went in Hadra's sedan to get somewhere. Eril was still wearing his school uniform, he was sitting in the backseat with Fihan, while Hadra was driving in the front seat.

“Where are we going? What work is it?” ask Eril curious.

“Later also know, don't talk much,” replied Fihan straightforwardly and firmly.

Eril only nodded in admiration with a faint smile. Eril was only able to submit to accept all of Fihan's requests, all that was important for him was to always be with Fihan. Eril rested his head on Fuhan's right shoulder. The scent of Fihan perfume is very fragrant, until the fragrance in this car disappears.

“You smell so sweet,” flatter Eril spoiled while hugging Fihan's right hand.

But suddenly, Fihan released his right hand from Eril's embrace.

“Be like the lady Eril,” scolded the uncomfortable Fihan.

Eril was astonished until both of his eyebrows were raised upwards.

“We will meet with officials, sit tight right now,” pinta Fihan firmly but his face remains clear.

Eril was forced to sit up straight, with a smooth face, but he was also amazed by the words of Fihan.

“Ha? That right? The office?” eril asked dumbfoundedly until his forehead frowned.

Fihan did not reply, but Fihan nodded with a steady nod, and Eril believed.

“Ta-ta but! I haven't changed clothes yet! Aduuuuuhh... My hair must be tangled..” complained Eril in a panic.

Eril suddenly became violent himself, because the person he was going to was a respectable person, Hadra's eyes were willing to glare at the rearview in order to see Eril's panic. Then Eril went forward to the rearview mirror in the car just to look in the mirror, until Fihan was forced to inching to the left side, Eril lit his black hair to keep looking beautiful and elegant.

“Enough! There you will be dressed!” said Fihan loudly and straightforwardly who was actually disturbed by Eril's attitude.

“Eh?!” eril said dumbfounded to look at Fihan.

Suddenly Eril returned to his position, but his eyes remained attached to the handsome face of Fihan, looking at Fihan full of admiration and pleasure, because for the first time, Eril would meet with honorable people, who were very happy, plus his pride increased knowing that Fihan was likely to be part of a gentleman, but, Eril was confused, by the words of Fihan who told Eril to behave like an honorable woman.

“But Fihan, how to behave like a respectable woman?” ask Eril to find out.

Half of Eril's body faced Fihan, giving a serious impression.

“Be calm, courteous, stand firm, say firm and important sentences, do not waste time for sheer pleasure, think forward and positive, fragrant, beautiful, smart, elegant, do not give up, do not daydream, think ahead, don't yawn, don't talk much, don't complain, don't spit, don't show interest in men, don't tease, don't lie, don't talk rude, don't duck shy, don't be spoiled, don't smile at other men except your family, don't gossip, don't get bad at it, don't talk softly to other men but your husband, don't patronize your friends, don't litter, don't throw garbage away, do not praise another man except your husband, do not refuse your husband's orders unless he rules bad things, do not reject the good of others, do not marry a foolish and give up man, do not give up, do not come into contact with men who are not your husband, do not refuse halal work anymore either, do not eat and drink when hot, do not eat in a hurry, do not eat and drink standing, do not greedy, do not eat, don't yell at people older than you, don't laugh back and forth, don't fart recklessly, jang.”.

“Wait-wait-wait!” sela Eril's.

“What is as much and as difficult as that?” he continued not expecting.

“Don't you who are in distress..I am also very difficult to behave like a gentleman.” reply Fihan with a look down contemplated.

“Anjir... yes already yes already, which is important only,” said Eril suggested.

“Who makes such rules? Isn't that respectable woman an educated woman?” think Eril.

“Indeed the honourable woman was an educated woman, however, when my father saw an assistant to her corruption, then my father concluded there are important points that must be maintained so that the image of respect is absolutely perfect, my father and mother collected all those important points, they made it a book, everything I said came from man and religious law, and I learned it,” reveals Fihan with foresight.

“Wah wah... great your parents..” flatter Eril shook his head in awe.

“No, me and my family are stupid, very hypocritical again very evil, summary of the points was made when my mother's father was drunk in love, they collected it when just a week married, they collected it, my mother's goal is just so that I can make her son a respectable human being, but my father, aims to make a good name on his bad image.

“...my parents' love story is very complicated, my mother is the descendant of religious leaders, my grandfather was a kiai, while my father is the descendant of mafia, drunkards and gamblers,” he added affirming how hypocritical the Fihan family is.

“Ooooohhh..”.

“Ya already, just behave like an educated woman,” advises Fihan.

Eril nodded in surprise. And cars kept driving down commercial buildings towards the city center.