High School Autobiography

USTAZ ALKAN AND ERIL HEEL...?

       At exactly 22:29 pm, at the starless house of Fuhan, now Fihan was sitting cross-legged on the floor right next to the door while leaning his back against the wall. Soon, the door of the house was opened by a young girl, neatly dressed, with a black T-shirt and long jeans, not forgetting that she was toting her carry bag, Eril entered without greeting, he immediately threw his bag to the left until it lay beside the door of Grandma's closed room. After the door closed, he immediately sat down with his legs folded in front of Fihan, his face confused and hopeful, Eril hoping that Fihan could help him.

“Fihan, have you read my message?” asked Eril urgently.

Fihan did not speak but with one steady nod, Eril believed.

“So early in the morning I was intercepted by my parents so I could not escape, even the afternoon the man came, we also met his family, I could only doang mangut-mangut doang, he said, I was afraid that the man's family was hurt, so I accepted the match, because I even remembered your words first that do not reject the kindness of others, he said, and do not make the heartache of a new person known, which is clear after graduation we will get married,” said Eril with a heart of indecision and heavy to say.

Fihan nodded steadily without responding.

“Sometimes I try to argue with my parents, I try to be like you, can beat people with words, but... I failed,” Eril said with a haggard.

Fihan crossed paths, looking at Eril indifferently and unconcernedly. While Eril's gaze lowered, his matchmaking had become a burden on his mind.

“You can be like me, but is your brain ready?” said Fihan with a flat face that finally wanted to talk.

So Eril immediately looked at Fihan questioningly and still hoped that Fihan would help him.

“The purpose of arguing is not to defeat the interlocutor, if it is just to defeat the interlocutor, you just insult him, and it does not mean you just mutter so that the person is not hurt, it is precisely the truth that becomes hurt, because you reject it, just like this matchmaking of yours, you are hurt to reject the reality in front of you,” explained Fihan.

“Keep what solution? I don't want to marry Usataz!” ask Eril for advice.

“If you do not want to get married, you are arguing with your parents now, with the aim of opening their minds, but if you do not want to be hurt to accept this reality, then, then you have to accept it with pleasure.” said Fihan who has not finished his sentence.

Eril was stunned at the words of Fihan.

“...lagian ustaz the handsome man,” continued Fuhan flattering future husband Eril.

“I don't love her!” refute Eril firmly and steadily.

“Love is what?” ask Fihan with a flat face.

Eril frowned, confused by the strange question of Fihan, and this time Fuhan asked so, but Eril took it seriously, because the atmosphere was now also serious, and in the hope that Fihan knew that, and in the hope that, Eril has fallen in love with her.

“Love is a warm feeling that comes into your heart, and gets warmer when you are with a certain person, or so-called special person,” Eril replied straightforwardly.

Fihan frowned, his gaze bowed, he thought deeply trying to find enlightenment from Eril's explanation.

“You don't know love anyway,” says Eril.

“What can later be hot to the extent that you can cook water on it?” ask Fihan jokingly.

“Eh? You're funny huh?” ask back Eril.

Fihan nodded slowly with a flat face and a look that highlighted Eril's eyes until they met a look.

“I tried to cheer you up, but.. I failed,” said Fihan casually.

Suddenly Eril opened his eyes wider with a look of surprise, his mind and heart touched by the statement of Fihan, he was filled, because in fact Fihan tried to make Eril smile.

“Hahahaha..” Eril's sudden laughter while patting Fihan's knee gave the impression that Eril was really amused made Fihan.

Eril laughed reluctantly, in order to appreciate Fihan's efforts, but there were teardrops that fell to the floor, not even unexpectedly Eril's cheeks had been soaked by his own tears.

“You're crying?” ask Fihan seriously.

“Stupid, stupid idiot, stupid fool,” whining Eril still patted the knee Fuhan felt full.

“Hiks hiks..” isak Eril sniffled with his head down.

Eril bowed while wiping his tears with the back of his hand, he was still stinging, sitting with two realities of life that he had to face, loved Fihan and had to accept his match. His heart was very worried, not knowing what to do.

“I cannot argue like you.. hiks,” lirih Eril with downcast haggard.

“Then you must accept your match,” reply Fihan without further ado.

Suddenly Eril lifted his face, looking at Fihan with his quizzing face, his heart that had grown only to love Fihan, now began to rebel urgently to be recognized, until it was implied anger in his black net.

“I don't love that ustaz!” eril firmly furious.

“Later that love will grow as time goes by as long as you are always with her,” advises Fihan with a chuckle.

Eril frowned putting on a serious face, why did Fihan talk that way? Does not Fihan love Eril?

“What if that love never grows? Actually even hate?” eril asked in the impression of rejecting Fihan's suggestion.

“That question can only be answered by your husband later, because, the feeling you ask is directly related to the bond of husband and wife,” replied Fihan straightforwardly.

Eril was stunned to hear Fihan's reply, which Eril did not expect at all, but Eril did not want to lose, he tried to find out again, did Fihan love him?

“If you were my husband, what would be the answer?” eril asked.

Fihan was silent with his cold attitude, he was weighing the right answer, so that Eril understood.

“I will maintain our relationship, even if you hate me,” replied Fihan straightforwardly but still careless.

Eril lowered his gaze to ponder over the words of Fihan. The atmosphere in the house was very quiet, as well as in the courtyard of the house, the neighbors had rested peacefully in their respective homes with their small families, even the highway in front of the house seemed deserted, it has rarely been passed by a car or motorcycle because indeed all humans have arrived at their destination, while the air is cold enough to wind strong. While at this Fihan house, the grandmother had fallen into a deep sleep in her bed without the slightest burden, except for Fihan and Eril who were caught in a dilemma. It was Fihan who was looking for his true form, as well as Eril who was looking for a way to stop his match.

“Why did you let me marry another man?” eril still lowered his head trying to figure out how far Fihan loved her, or not even at all.

For now Eril has not dared to express his feelings, he just thinks by giving a code or a signal that he loves Fihan, it is also enough, but in reality it is not enough.

“What do you want me to do?” ask back to Fihan while looking at Eril's black hair.

So Eril also looked at the handsome face of Fihan with high seriousness, gulped his saliva to eliminate nervousness, his breathing was made regular, his hands were piled on his mouth, he tried to make Fihan really understand.

“I want... You go to my parents and apply for me!” eril said with emphasis on every word.

Fihan still put on a cold attitude no matter, the look on his face was still so indifferent, because indeed Fihan did not care.

“Why should I?” search Fihan.

“Ka-because, because..” said Eril nervously stammered while bowing his gaze in a careless manner.

“...cuman you who have always accompanied me..” continued Eril by looking into the black eyes of Fihan who finally keep harboring his feelings.

Fuhan was stunned with a indifferent face, he stumbled. And Eril again lowered his gaze, basically Eril wanted to express how much he loved Fihan, but he knew, Fihan never responded positively to the codes that Eril gave, but he knew, so the possibility of being accepted his love feelings is impossible, and Eril does not want to bear the shame of being rejected by a man he loves.

“The wrong reason, if we marry for your silly reasons, then the end will be divorced too,” said Fihan.

Eril let out a sigh of resignation, looking down miserably, but after he wiped his eyes, he again looked at Fihan seriously.

“Then, please get my parents to talk, make them stop my marriage!” pinta Eril was hopeful with a glaring eye.

Fihan blinked his eyes, his eyes looking down.

“I do not want to interfere in people's problems,” said Fihan refused with certainty after going through contemplation.

Eril was silent, his gaze lowered again with a face to face thinking, he pondered at the words of Fihan at the beginning, that he could argue like Fihan. Then after seven seconds passed with strange thoughts, complete with the desire to rush to end his match, Eril again looked at the black eyes in Fihan, his heart had decided.

“Then teach me so that I can win the debate!” pinta Eril was very hopeful.

“At school has been taught how to argue, and actually the solution is not to argue,” said Fihan.

Eril frowned full of questions.

“So what's the solution?” urge Eril curious.

Fihan pensively for a moment, remained indifferent and calm.

“You must pretend to be suicidal,” pinta Fihan.

“Ha?” wonder Eril.

“Do like Zeni, you express your grievances to your parents, if they love you, they stop your matchmaking,” explains Fihan.

Eril's eyes glanced at Fihan's suggestion.

“But... does that mean I'm denying parents?”

“Loh? Didn't you really argue from the beginning?”

Eril nodded slowly, trying to reflect on his actions.

“I mean...Is there no other way? I don't want to argue with my parents, I don't want to be a bad boy,” asked Eril to find out and complain.

“Then it will be.. You need not be afraid, because basically the soul mate meets together and lives together without the need for coercion, if it has been forced like your parents, then, then, you are actually sold at a price worth the moral of your future husband, they are told to take you on the right path, when they want their property to continue to grow, if they want to do charity, they are not seeking a religious teacher or a theologian, nor do they worry about disobedience, but those who are disobedient, for they seek to defy the law of God, because the soul mate is in the hands of God, not by coercion,”

There right on Eril's pretty face, a satisfied smile expands to her white teeth, and of course nods in understanding.

“Wah wow, you are indeed smart to talk yes.” flatter Eril with increasing admiration and increasingly passionate love.

”Words will lose to Eril's selfishness!“ reply Fihan firmly did not want Eril misperception.

Eril was stunned with shock.

”If your parents remain strong on their ego, the scriptures in this world can be denied them,“ explained Fihan.

”Keep I should how?“ ask Eril.

”Strong their common sense, try to open their hearts and minds, with one strong sentence, which is religious law, if your future husband is an ustaz, he said, try to get him to marry a poor widow who has children, for they are the ones who need love and religious guidance more, but, if the ustaz does not want to, then it is absolute, he is looking for a woman who fits his lust,“, concluded Fihan.

”Wah, you are really great at arguing,“ praise Eril dumbfounded.

”I think the power of this argument, derived from my father,“ thought of Fihan.

”Hem!“ eril replied with a steady nod and a smile of thanks puffed up on her pretty face.

”I will try both of your suggestions, because tomorrow night the family of my future husband will have dinner at my house,“ Eril said.

There was no smile on Fihan's face, he was still at home with an indifferent look, but Fihan was not sure of Eril, that Eril could execute his plan perfectly.

”Eh but, do you lust with women, because you do not like women?“ eril.

Fihan nodded.

”Eh? You don't like girls?“ wonder Eril.

”Not, I also like women, you think I'm a crooked man what,“ bela Fihan.

”Hehehehe.. you are so cute, so arrogant again, living again, it will be strange,“ said Eril.

Fihan silently did not respond, his eyes fixed on the blue-painted wall behind Eril.

”What's your type like?“ ask Eril curious.

”Loh? Have we ever talked about?“ refute Fihan.

”I want to hear again!“ urge Eril.

So forced, Fihan pensively for a moment by looking at the floor, after all there is no harm in revealing it again.

”Beautiful, sexy, and. his heels are odorless,“ said Fihan by looking at Eril's black eyebrows.

When Eril looked directly at the heel of his foot, he even tried to nudge his heel, until he was so painstaking, to really nudge his heel. Unexpectedly, he heard a crisp laugh from his heart, which was indeed Fihan very difficult to laugh.

”Hahaha..“.

”...I have guessed, you will smell your heels,“ said Fihan.

Eril looked at Fihan with a gasp and astonishment, because, finally after weeks, Eril could see again the crisp laughter of the longing heart.

Until the moment Fihan had gone to sleep, Eril was still at home reflecting on the behavior of Fihan today who looked different, until the feeling of Eril flowered to remember him.