High School Autobiography

CUT MY FINGER...!

       Monday is a day off, as a break after a grueling race, at 09:10 am a sunny day, a day when young people gather with their friends hanging out, he said, but because Farka could not, except in wishful thinking, so he decided to spend his own time in the yard of his house near two mango trees, the atmosphere of the housing complex today is very quiet, so he decided to spend his time alone, maybe Farka's neighbors went for a walk with their families. Farka was sitting on a girlfriend's mat, sitting while playing a guitar, facing the street or rather facing the neighbor's house with a classic wooden chocolate, not to forget also on the mat beside him, having been presented with a glass of liberica coffee, as well as a plate of pastries, he is currently wearing the same clothes as when he was sitting together with Areny, jeans cut short and plain white clothes. The breeze gently caressed the human face, giving the impression that the weather was brighter than his feelings and thoughts.

Guitar playing and Farka singing a song from Trunover's band entitled, Cutting My Fingger Off.

“..to make you go..to make you go, to make you go, I naver wanted to make you go, you might be a stranger now, you, and a just wanted to let you know that I mean what I said. and every dream i've ever had been been made of myself... and every dream I've ever had's been of a, better view with a ten month summer, losing you is like cutting my fingers off and even with that summer, without you I'd rather cut my fingers off.”.

After the song was over, Farka grabbed a glass of coffee, sipped it, then put the glass back into position. However, suddenly when Farka's gaze was directed at the gate of his house, unexpectedly, four of his schoolmates had stood there looking at Farka with meaningful smiles. Even Areny returned with her suitcase and carry-on bag, like she was going to move house.

“Chairman class!” areny shouted while waving her right hand.

Farka looked at her friends full of contemplation.

Do they know what Farka said?

Farka put down her guitar, she got up, originally, she was planning to leave, so her autobiography plan would keep going. But instead he approached his friends, let them in, after all, basically Farka also wanted to tell the second secret, because otherwise his friends would have continued to approach Farka.

Now four of Farka's friends are gathered in her yard, sitting on a boyfriend's mat to explain their arrival, unexpectedly also the clothes that Areny was wearing just like what Farka was wearing, while others look simple with their play clothes. Areny's bag and suitcase were lying next to Farka's entrance.

“I already know... You hide important things!” areny said excitedly.

“Explain to us chairman,” pinta Sazan seriously.

Farka looked down pondering, her guess was right, that her friends must have been suspicious of Farka's sudden change.

“Actually we all have to go,” said Farka without further ado with a serious look but actually very confused.

In fact, the expulsion of Farka makes his friends curious not even want to go.

“Why don't you want to explain..?” wonder Areny is tearing.

Farka was silent looking at Areny's fingers clutching her knee, she did not know where to start.

“Chairman,” call Eril with high seriousness.

Farka looked at Eril's beautiful face.

“How can we go, if the chairman hides important things from us, doesn't the chairman tell us to join in writing the autobiography? So we have to know so that we can understand and help the chairman,” said Eril urged.

Farka looked down at Eril's words, so after three seconds of pondering, she gathered the energy within herself so that her words could be understood easily, Farka gulped her saliva, there was a possibility that the explanation was very difficult to accept, more than Farka's invitation to make an autobiographical book, but, he was also not rash in taking this decision, a full month was the time he had taken to reflect on his decision, he said, looking for the best way so that this task can be understood and successful for his friends. While Farka's friends fell silent, hoping that the class president would explain clearly. So Farka looked at every net that led to him.

“We should have parted ways..” said Farka again uttered a farewell sentence.

And his friends just quietly listened.

“...whose name is autobiography should come from a true story not a lie, even our autobiography is also not right in writing, there are formulas in making an autobiography, and if everything is a lie... then it is not an autobiography..” explained Farka.

“Loh... but, our writing is indeed really from our real story..” between Eril felt Farka's explanation was not right.

“...autobiography has a purpose unlike a diary..” added Farka.

“But it is.. You yourself told us to make it,” timpal Areny responded.

The four friends of Farka nodded in agreement with Areny.

“...and because of that mistake too, our former upperclassman got a curse..” said Farka seriously opened a secret.

“Bwahahaha..” Areny suddenly laughed feeling that Farka's words were a joke.

“You want to fantasize again...? Hahahaha...” he continued to disbelieve by insinuating.

“There is indeed... the person who made the autobiography because of the contents of the lie, continues to be cursed?” insinuations.

“Hahahaha..”

But only Areny who responded jokingly, because, all of Areny's friends put a serious face even they are willing to frown to reflect on Farka's words, because, they know, they know, farka's countenance and tone now showed full seriousness, so forced, Areny immediately put on a serious face looking at Farka.

“Eh, right Farka?” search Areny.

“The curse is death, said Guru Sukada, all the students who wrote his autobiography one of them will surely die, and the curse can only be stopped, if during school we are hostile to each other, and the curse will be broken, then the curse will not befall us. That's why I want us to separate first.” said Farka.

The four friends of Farka fell seriously silent, they seemed to believe Farka's words.

“Ahk is correct?” ask Areny doubt.

Farka nodded steadily affirming the truth of his words.

“Loh... I will definitely die right...?” ask Sazan to make sure.

“I don't know for sure, obviously, I dare to tell you today, because this is what you should know, what else.

The atmosphere was still calm, but, all the human thoughts in the courtyard of Farka's house began to operate more vigorously, for the reason that Farka did not make sense.

“But, there is no way that the curse exists without any cause, because it is very strange dong, only writing can be cursed.” said Eril quipped that lead to the investigation.

And all of Eril's friends nodded steadily in agreement with Eril's opinion, except for Farka, he nodded in understanding Eril's meaning.

“Everything starts from the upperclassman Guru Sukada, in short, the upperclassman is bullied to death, and before he dies he swears that anyone who writes an autobiography with elements of lies will die, not without reason he cursed, the girl was bullied and then burned his autobiography book because what was written was very dangerous, Guru Sukada himself did not explain the details of the danger.” explained Farka.

“But, it can indeed curse people like that.?” wonder Areny.

“Hem,” Sazan nodded having the same question as Areny.

“Ya... scientifically it is strange, but, spiritually it can indeed, simply like our friend who yawns, then suddenly we also yawn, or, or, when we see people being tortured then we all feel sorry for him.one infected ten who contracted it. That's how the curse works,” Farka said seriously.

And all fell silent, nodding slowly, and they believed even more in Farka's words. The atmosphere is still bright, the air is blowing slowly, the Hanataba housing complex still feels peaceful even, fairly quiet, to the point that there is not a single human presence on the road in front of Farka's house. Now all of Farka's friends are silent, contemplating what steps to make, so that if the curse is to be found, they can remove it, or at least avoid it.

“You do not have to worry, anyway I am also the one who died.” said Sazan cheerfully but still unable to make a cheerful atmosphere.

Suddenly all the glare of my eyes was fixed on the blue netra of Sazan, and Sazan was only able to blink his eyes with a puzzled look, he was puzzled as to why his friends were staring strangely at him.

“I was confused..” complained Areny by looking at Farka's acoustic guitar.

Then all of Sazan's friends lowered their eyes, they fell on Sazan who seemed more ready to accept his fate, or actually Sazan's friends were confused, want the curse to exist or not, or not, Sazan would still die from his illness, so they were at a loss as to what they should do now.

“We should have split up.. Yes, we should have split up,” said Farka reassuring his friends.

“We must remove the curse!” assertively Areny with full of ambition while staring one by one his friends trying to invite them.

And all of Areny's friends nodded in agreement, except for Farka who was looking down contemplating.

“The curse cannot be removed,” refutes Farka with a serious look at Areny.

Clearly all were astonished at Farka.

“Loh why?” throw Areny in astonishment.

“Iya, why?” tympano Eril.

“As I said earlier, that, the curse is like a sense of human empathy, which will basically be embedded until our next descendant, it's just... there are those who have strong empathy and there is weak empathy, as well as curses, there are those who get away with it, so to remove it is impossible.” explained Farka.

So the friends of Farka again subdued the lethargic and haggard look even disappointed.

“We do have to part,” firmly Farka assures that separation is the only last resort.

“I... I don't want..” said Areny lowered his guard refusing to part.

Areny is really fed up with her life, precisely her mistake of not understanding Farka, she does not want to stay away from him, however her love is stronger than the fear of the curse.

“We will survive class president!” timpal Sazan is full of confidence.

“If Sazan is already so.. then I also survive!” connect Eril with confidence.

“Hem,” Zeni nodded along.

Farka looked at each of his friends, trying to figure out how sure they were to survive.

“If the curse is true, then we have killed Sazan indirectly!” farka Admonition.

All of Farka's friends are consumed by Farka's words which have a point, and all just breathe with a desperate look, but Sazan does not want to see his friends haggard just because he is afraid of his death.

“I'M DEFINITELY DEAD!” sazan jolted until all his friends looked at Sazan in shock and indecision.

“I'm sick of being considered short-lived! I don't want to be this stupid task barrier..!” continued Sazan with a furious bite.

“...when I knew.. that I was asked to write my autobiography, at first I did not like, I did not like writing, it was boring, I also did not like reading, it was more boring than writing, it was more boring than writing, but. I'm glad to know that before I die. I'm writing history, important or not... and when I also found out my book was made for my underclassman, I was proud! Very proud, because my writing turned out to be a motivation for them, at least my death left an important mark for our next generation.” Sazan added.

All of Sazan's friends looked at Sazan's words with their eyes down.

“...lagian too.. we are not close friends, so... if I die... it is indeed because of my illness! And you will return to normal life,” said Sazan did not want his friends to lament the state of Sazan.

“So... I still survive, even if I have to die now!” he continued to insist loudly and steadily.

Farka gulps down his saliva, trying to accept the fact before him, that he cannot resist Sazan's desire to survive, plus he must now be ready to accept the curse. Others appear to be starting to accept Sazan's decision.

“Sazan,” call Farka.

Sazan looked at Farka's black eyes seriously.

“I hope you will die quietly..” said Farka bluntly.

Suddenly Sazan's friends immediately looked at Sazan with a serious look, they knew Sazan must have died before them, therefore, as friends, they felt they had to make Sazan cheerful, cheerful, of course they also empathize, they also do not want their High School friendship in vain.

“Iya... thank you,” reply Sazan with a grateful smile.

Sazan himself did not really care, his friend wanted to empathize or not, because he knew, that disease would still kill him even though hundreds of people pity him.

“OK... so we have to cry...?” tanya Areny tried to create a liquid atmosphere.

Then all were stunned without a sound without motion, the atmosphere became silent, they did not know, what else to do this time. Ten seconds later, Sazan grabs Farka's acoustic guitar.

“Already! Not much drama! We sing!” invite Sazan enthusiastically reluctant to make his friends dissolved in sadness.

And the positive aura that had suddenly emerged from Sazan's body, had drawn the hearts and minds of his friends to remain cheerful, until all of Sazan's friends nodded in vigorously, they survive even though death has to be borne. And that day Farka was not alone anymore, he gathered with his friends, singing and eating, until they felt their burden had disappeared. Finally, Areny returned to live in Farka's house.