High School Autobiography

THAT'S WHAT BUNG KARNO SAID....?!

         Dusk after school in 12th grade High School.

Farka was standing in the middle of the class, Sazan was a tall man who started to have a desire to live cheerfully, sitting on the front row bench, Eril was an ordinary girl who always accompanied Fihan no matter what, standing leaning against the blackboard looking at Farka seriously, she stood alone, without Fihan the longing of her heart, Areny sat to the right of Sazan, she was still cheerful, she was still cheerful, still having a strong ambition to make the end of his life journey, in order to always be with Farka forever, he looked at Farka seriously, while Zeni sat down on the table, next to Farka with one table being the limiter, he looked at Farka seriously, while Zeni sat on the table, next to Farka with one table being the limiter, the cold woman looked at Farka with a flat face, crossing her arms.

“Sazan, ever since you wrote the book, you started to change, to be more cheerful,” said Farka proudly.

Sazan just fell silent.

“Areny,” call Farka.

“Ya,” said Areny with a cheerful smile.

“You just hang in my house first, let's see how much your family loves you,” Farka suggested seriously while looking at Areny's nose.

Areny nodded.

“Dan Zeni..” said Farka with a sharp gaze staring at Zeni with full contemplation.

The woman had been different, her face was more radiant, as if she had just risen again from the dead, and she had already got a job, right in the same shop where Farka worked, she said, although Zeni looked at Farka so indifferently, but her black net highlight implied a great gratitude towards Farka, she had truly changed!

“...Willing that whatever you are, a woman like you also has the power to solve life's problems, you are indeed weak, even you can accept your stepfather back, forgive someone like your stepfather, it's hard for me, but I'm proud of you! I'm proud! Even if you are a mother, your child must be very proud,” Farka said proudly.

Zeni only fell silent without responding, which was obvious, Zeni was already more cheerful. Then, Farka's stern black eyes turned to Eril the mediocre girl.

“Eril, so how?” ask Farka.

Eril took three steps forward, his fingers, his knees, his black eyebrows and the look on his face, depicting a confused and desperate girl, but there was a great hope that she had built up in her head, her black eyes glaring sharply at Farka, as if Farka was a fairy godmother who could grant all the wishes of orphaned children.

“Fihan does not want to come..” said Eril with a face that is difficult to read and he still hangs his sentence a few seconds.

Among his friends, he looked at Eril questioningly.

“...so, I represent him, I'm coming,”.

Suddenly, all eyes were on Farka, wondering what Farka would say next. Farka nodded but there was no meaningful response, his gaze down on the white ceramic floor, as if he was contemplating his next move.

“OK, no problem,” said Farka who after seven seconds pensive.

Eril nodded slowly with a faint smile. Then Farka looked closely at all his friends, because, there was an important thing to be revealed, this was done, it was time, for two years more Farka harbored everything. While Farka's friends fell silent, hoping that the class president would explain in as much detail as possible.

“Actually, the plan of this book..” said Farka hanging his sentence prepare for important statements.

“...is the order of Master Sukada, and I harbored it for more than two years,“ he continued firmly and straightforwardly.

Suddenly everyone was shocked, Zeni and Areny were willing to frown in order to think deeply, why is it that Teacher Sukada hid this command? Keep it a secret but, have the class president start it? Clearly, it immediately raised a question in everyone's mind.

This twilight atmosphere, began to feel cold and became full of questions, because the class president revealed a secret.

”Means?“ wipe Sazan by looking at Farka's charismatic face.

Farka then took a deep breath, and exhaled it along with the memories she was about to reveal.

”So... When we were in tenth grade, I was helping Teacher Sukada clean up the library..“.

       Exactly two years and three months ago, when Farka was cleaning up the library, he accidentally pulled a book and opened a secret passage to the underground. Farka stepped down the stairs, this place was like an underground center, yellowish lights hanging above, there were two bookcases in front of a room the size of Farka's room, and there were two bookshelves, with a Ulin wooden table in the middle of the room complete with a rocking chair. This place is clean, well maintained, the floor is covered with ceramics, the walls are also covered with beige ceramic, the lights in this room are bright white unlike the lights at the beginning of the door hallway. Obviously because Farka was curious, he grabbed a book at random. The title of the book is, Autobiography of Bintang Adair Alumni High School. Farka opened the first page, he read the first chapter of the book.

”I am Frida, a quiet woman who always steals the eraser of my friends until they always complain,“.

Then Farka read chapter after chapter, until his forehead frowned in confusion, even his countenance was so serious. Because what he read was the experiences of his upperclassmen in the past. Not only that, he took another book at random, read it again, and continued like that, but, he also put the book back into position after he read it. Farka was sitting in a rocking chair, facing the bookcase, reading the 30th book, Autobiography of Bintang Altair High School.

”I, Georgre, am called the Dictator, I always hate fatigue, I'm the class president, and every week I bring all the school students to brawl, ruffle the Pekerti High School, damage public facilities, etc, burn down the homes of the citizens, don't ask why, because, that independence for me, was achieved by WAR! Who is weak, will be oppressed, we, want to be recognized for his independence, I do not believe in good parents! All adults are unbelievable! Therefore, we were always together, both joy and sorrow, on Thursday, I managed to make two students of SMAN 7 seriously injured because I stabbed their stomachs to death, and I told the police, release the criminals! Or the mayor will kill me! But in fact, I was the one who was in prison, no matter if I was a teenager or still in school, I was still in prison, and for whatever reason I was released, of course, I went back to acting, ruining everything around me, then laughed with pride, but one day while I was beating a man on a street corner, a grown woman tried to stop me, until she got hit by my elbow and lay down, falling down, the bonyok man ran away, because I turned to the woman, she was crawling on the sidewalk trying to reach for her wand, apparently she was blind, that's not all! He had no left hand, and I picked up his wand, oddly enough, he thanked me for giving him his wand, when he got up, I could see his face, he had no eyebrows, he had no eyebrows, her lips have been sewn up, her eyes closed, a lot of scars on her face, maybe people will be sick of seeing her, she's an ugly, flawed and very weak woman, but, silly of all I fell in love with her, there was one thing that shocked me, her voice was so melodious, every time I heard her voice, I always saw that ugly woman like an angel, obviously, after that we were friends, her name was Diva, according to her merdunya voice, she was 22 years old, four years apart I was with her, she was just a florist, in her father's shop, there was one thing that made me cry, that the buyer is his own brother, it has been seven years that the brother always disguised as a customer only so that his sister is always happy, because in fact, no society wants to buy flowers here, the cause, the cause, because the woman's family was a witch doctor, her parents had killed the community around her, even the disability of the Diva was the act of her parents, but, instead, Diva felt herself to be disobeying her parents, until he promised to continue this flower shop, even though the sister had told Diva to stay at home, but regret the death of her parents made her stay here, he said, and I help Diva clean her shop every day, and even I promote Diva's flower shop, I mean, there's always someone sending weird packages terrorizing Diva's store to close, I had beaten up a grown man for daring to drive away Diva, the days passed without a real customer, only the brother who always disguised himself as a new customer, or an old customer, I already knew that Diva, the, also knowing that it was her sister, and Diva always pretended not to know. One night, I expressed my feelings for her... Diva fell silent, just smiled thinly, even she went to look away, she did not give a definite answer, so I concluded, that Diva rejected me, then, I went through the days as usual, so that, with a feeling that continues to hang, I had thought, that Diva is expensive selling, but who would marry a bad woman like her... and after I graduated from school.When I resumed my days at the Diva store without any salary, her brother came, he told me the worst thing I didn't want to hear, that the Diva had died, the reason, was because she wanted to close the last rites of her parents, subvert herself in order to stop the curse that still rippled in this place, one important thing, was, Diva did not reject me, instead she tried to save me from her family's curse, but, still, I could not accept her death, for the first time, I cried like a boy who was pinched by mama for wanting candy, I whined, because, Diva, that's why I stopped fighting, stopped getting drunk, the first time I met her, actually, Diva had a good reason why she was walking around alone, after a dozen years for the first time, Diva ventured out of her shop, to see the world, now, since her disappearance, I feel like I'm losing my soul, empty and feeling dead, a day later, I feel like I'm in a mess, on a starless night, I came to school, I put my autobiography book on the 12th grade table, I grabbed the gun firearm I had brought, I pulled the trigger, then I shot my head with one bullet, hoping to meet Diva in hell later.

”History, history, everyone is carving history.“ said Guru Sukada who suddenly came from behind, then stood facing the bookcase with a hungry look, it was as if he wanted to eat all the books.

Farka was stunned, he was shocked, closed his book, and looked cautiously at Master Sukada. Suddenly Master Sukada stepped closer to Farka, looking at Farka meaningfully, a strange smile was on his face, as if he had found his precious object that had been lost. At first Farka was afraid, because he had already opened this secret place, even to the point of reading a book here.

”Someone you want to ask?“ teacher asked Sukada by standing in front of Farka across the table.

Farka gulped, looking at her teacher a little scared, to the point that Farka apologized for running away from her cleaning duties, but as Farka was about to get up to leave, resumed his duties, and returned, Master Sukada held Farka captive, to keep Farka here.

”Not to be afraid, I'm not angry, it's just glad you found this book space,“

So Farka sat down in relief after hearing it.

”Sorry sir, why is this place hidden?“ pry Farka curiously but he speaks carefully so that Teacher Sukada is not angry.

Teacher Sukada then crossed paths, standing firmly, and looking at Farka.

”Because, this is a school treasure, and only selected students can read here.“

”Ha? I-I don't understand Sir?“ farka was astonished.

”School was established not only to educate people, not just to shape evolution and revolution in a bright direction, more than that, we make a new history, you are forged to write the best history of past histories, not of high value, but of the perfect qualities that shaped history and the best times ever written or written,“ said Guru Sukada.

”Red jeans, never forget history! That said Bung Karno,“.

Farka was just stunned listening with a puzzled look on her face.

”Your soul and mentality, it is our responsibility, you read the history of your former class brothers, so that you as his class sister, can form a solid soul and mentality, and well, he said, unlike your upperclassman who is stupid in solving problems, not even that, whoever the written teacher is not competent in teaching his students, then he will be crushed by the next history, he will be crushed by the next history, insulted and expelled from the social environment, evolution and revolution, must end in the perfect and absolute good, the future successors of the nation must be heroic... only selected students can read books here, and only selected students record their history, in order to form the best generation.“ explained Guru Sukada.

”OK... I was confused... so... what should I do?“ ask Farka.

”Hehehe..“ Teacher Sukada chuckles.

”So... look for students who are worthy of writing their history, for the sake of bright expectations of the next generation and we will find out which history is the best.“ pinta Guru Sukada seriously.