High School Autobiography

CHAPTER 6: FIHAN'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

I am Fihan Alhamsiah, my name was given by my mother, I do not know what it means, but according to my mother, my name is from the sky.

I was born into a respectable family, my father was a mayor and my mother was a ustazah, but we didn't get along, and almost every time my parents met they were fighting.

One important thing! My mother was a wonderful woman, one day, when my grandmother and I were in the living room, and my mother was in the living room, there was no wall as a barrier so I could see guests coming for help.

“I have defeated the king of jinn and demons in this city of Artana, shamans and religious leaders I have defeated.”

The man sitting on the sofa with his arms defied my mother.

“Why not invited to coffee om, or watch together in the cinema?”

My mother was always joking no matter what, jokes and jokes she must have done, but, no one laughed, because anyone would want to laugh at critical times.

“Try, show who the real mother is?”

Challenge that guy who feels better than my mom.

“Loh .. It's me om, just a regular housewife.”

My mom stayed relaxed.

”Oh ... are you afraid of me? My students are afraid.“

That guy bullied my mom.

”Father believes God exists?“

My mother asked seriously.

”Ahk ... God is a myth Ma'am, myth.“

The man felt right and kept on fishing for my mother.

”Oooh ... new know me.“

My mom stayed relaxed.

Then the man stretched out his right hand.

”Nih view ..“

The man wanted to boast about something, but, nothing happened, up to thirty seconds nothing happened.

”Wah, right om, nothing happened.“

My mother joked, and always joked, my mother was really bad at dealing with people like that.

The man still tried to show his arrogance, but his hand had not happened.

”Sorry, I just lack focus.“

The man tried to make excuses for his failure to be covered up.

But because nothing happened, the man began to bow and lower his hand.

”Bingung yes .. where the knowledge goes .. sakur science I have swallowed.“

My mother said casually, suddenly the man turned to my mother, his countenance shocked, and began to tremble.

I was really surprised to know that, too.

”Who is mom?“

The man started to panic.

”Tuh, see my son.“

Suddenly the man looked at me, a few seconds later he suddenly fell down crying.

”Hennnnng ... hiks hiks ..“

Ridiculously, she was downcast in regret, crying to the point of being as bothered, but I had no idea what was on me, three minutes full of the man crying without a word.

”Ampun Bu .. pardon .. pardon ...“

He was parched when he looked arrogant. And I'm used to seeing things like that, from gangs that suddenly cry when my mom shows her index finger, to five witches who bow down for a whole day just because my mom is special, strange but magical, all the defeated humans immediately entered my mother's boarding school.

I always wondered who my mother really was, why she was so admired by people, whenever my mother and I came to the boarding school many women were jostling just to kiss my mother's hand, in fact, while at home, my father always slapped my mother, but strangely mother did not show her magic.

My mother is a veiled woman, on her head there is a jasmine flower that never dies, in line with the fragrance of perfume as fragrant as jasmine, her body covered in black cloth, when she goes out of the house, she is, his eyes will always be covered with red glasses.

I asked my mother once.

”Why is mommy veiled? Why are all mothers' bodies covered in black?“

My mother's answer made my soul tremble.

”Mother is more beautiful than the women out there, more beautiful and elegant, then the mother cover the beauty of the mother, because, only the mother's husband is worthy to see the beauty of the mother.“

One day, my mother was sitting on the stairs and I went up to her to ask.

”Mother ... said the father of God does not exist, do mothers worship delusion?“

I was always indoctrinated by my father, that God does not exist, man only worships his dreams, we are created by nature, and nature creates itself, which is called evolution and mutation.

”Ih .. son cute mother kayak turtle.“

And that's how every time I ask him anything serious, he'll pinch my squash cheek and call me a turtle.

”Mother, answer seriously dong!“

Urged him.

”Ngompol is still in bed, ask around soan.“

My mother quipped, because I was afraid to go to the bathroom even though the bathroom was in my luxurious room, because my mother said many would bewitch my father, even many black magic trying to kill my mother.

Although my mother was great, but, a lot of slander that leads to my mother, she said my mother was a witch, a madman, until it was said to be a perverse man.

My grandmother said my mother was not a random person, she could speak in ten mosques in one night.

”Oh, means father is right, God it doesn't exist.“

I'm provoking my mother's emotions.

”Mother's son is indeed cute as a turtle.“

Again my mother spoke so while pinching my gnash on my cheek.

”Jawab dong mom!“

I jerked.

”Cie angry.“

I was upset my mother didn't answer my question, but, just as I was about to leave, I was held back by her sentence.

”Even the devil knows his God.“

My mother looked serious, and I swallowed my saliva in shock.

”Nah Fihan, you can not carelessly understand it, you can be crazy, the discussion is heavy, rather than thinking of something that can not be thought of, mending you do the dishes, or clean the house.“

My mother spoke seriously, who was joking.

“But, I want to know!”

I pushed him again.

“Well, come to this, what you heard from mom, then that is the truth that you must accept.”

I'm sad, I don't like the point of mother's conversation, which seems a mere doctrine.

But, from that moment on whatever I heard from my mother's mouth I began to understand, wherever my mother went I was always with her, my mother always went to the boarding school to speak, and every mother lectured, she said, the mosque will be full, even residents around the pesantren are willing to sit outside the mosque just to hear the lecture.

One time my mother's father had a fight, and my father forbade her to speak again, I didn't know what they were worried about, but obviously, my mother always went to his flower garden, the garden that was created when I had my second birthday.

When it was sad my mother didn't say much, and I was always with her in the garden, I was always lying on a long chair with my head resting on my mother's thigh.

Flowers have now become a symbol of our feelings, since I was seven years old, my mother turned quiet, sometimes I miss being pinched by my cheeks by calling me funny like a turtle.

Every time my father came home from work, he could scold my mother for no reason, sometimes my father was drunk at home with his friends, in fact, many women who were always friendly to my father, my father, he was not ashamed of the title of mayor attached to him.

I knew! That my mother harbored her pain with cheerfulness, but she was always honest if I asked.

As we sat together in the garden I asked my mother.

“Why do you let dad be with other women?”

Mother's explanation convinced me.

“Why are mothers not opposed to magic?”

I was astonished by his abilities that were never used against my father.

“Mother is not powerful, whatever you see, it is the law of cause and effect.”

Mother denied.

“Hah?”

I'm obviously confused.

“When you touch the fire, then you will overheat, so do not touch the fire if you do not want to overheat.”

My mother made it clear, although I didn't really understand, so I changed the subject.

“Teach me mother, let me be like mother.”

I plead earnestly.

“Like mother what is it like? If only powerful, the devil can mislead people with the words.”

Mother berkilah.

“Ya already, I want to see mother's original form.”

I was urgent and curious, who the real mother was.

“After returning from school, you go to the boarding school, study there, well, later you will see the original form of mother.”

So since then, every time I go home from school, I learn to teach in pesantren.

And I had just entered the eighth grade of Junior High, a most terrifying incident that combined with a miracle was plastered before my eyes.

At that time, the door closed my mother's study, but I could hear my parents fighting.

I started to stand by the door, trying to eavesdrop on my parents' conversation, and somehow, I felt interested in hearing it, because, normally, I would leave if they had a fight.

“Who are you really?!”

My father asked me to know my mother.

“I'm your wife.”

My mother answered casually.

“Lying! There are already many people who call you a witch!”

My father was lured with the slander that spread to my mother, he even began to hate his own wife.

“I'm your wife, not a witch.”

And my mother answered casually.

“Show who you are! Or your life will be gone!”

My father threatened seriously.

“I'm your wife...”.

I frowned in confusion, for the silence now stretched out for a few moments, they were as if swallowed up by the earth.

But all of a sudden, the door opened, with my father running down the ridge in fear, to the point of not realizing my barrenness here.

This is what I call it! What a marvelous miracle I have seen this time! The real mother!

I could see him staring into my mom's office.

As the magic expanded, I began to step into the room, I walked on the water, with the pink lotus blossoming floating on the water, there was even something surrounding my mother's feet.

I entered the room that was now turned into a blue sea with a clear blue sky, complete with white clouds, but there was a beauty that I could not explain!

“Mother ... mother where there are four?”

Aye! My mother was four, standing at every corner of the wind, facing with a calm smile.

My mother's form is truly extraordinary! Her face turned bright more beautiful than usual, her forehead was somewhat luminous with an Arabic script I could not read, The cloth turned into a white color, the, every nail of his hand was written in Arabic which I could not read, he stood on a lotus flower that was larger than the others, his breath seemed to bring out a slightly yellowish and bright color.

“Mother ... is this true mom?”

I'm trying to make sure, 'cause how could my mom be four? Plus it's so beautiful that no words can explain it.

My mother nodded with a calm smile.

“Ha? But how can it be? Mother, mother ..”

I didn't know what else to say, which I obviously swallowed my saliva in astonishment.

“I want to be like mom!”

I urge you seriously.

My mother's eyes were directed forward without looking at me, and I was standing in front of her at a distance of two meters.

“You won't be able to.”

My mother's voice was completely different, not through my ears, but from inside my chest.

“I WANT LIKE MOM!”

I was insistent and pushy.

“Are you ready to be hated by the world? Are you ready to be spat upon by the whole nation? Are you ready to live in slander?”

My mom made sure that impressed scared me.

“I ..”

I was scared, so I refused.

“Go back to school, you can't be a mother, but, you have a mother who has been as you hoped.”

My mother's explanation confused me, but there's a point as well.

“How many hate mothers? Why do those people want to kill mom?”

I changed the subject, for I was astonished at those who slandered my mother, knowing only no, for they had dared to accuse me.

“Try you ask them.”

My mother gave it up, but I know, she didn't want to be so bad, exactly so I could figure it out for myself.

I kept staring at his face, and only peace was brewing in my mind.

“Your time is up.”

My mom started disappearing.

“I want to be with you mom! I want to be with mom!”

I pleaded solemnly, for I knew that life in the world was painful.

“Mother is always with you, mother hides in the light, mother hides in front of your eyes, mother hides in your eyes, and mother hides in secret.”

My mother said figurative sentences that have quite deep meaning.

“Why should mom hide?”

I investigated, because I did not know the meaning of my mother's words.

“For you to miss mom, for you to think about mom, and if you hate mom, you only hate yourself, if you love mom then you only love yourself.”

And everything went back to normal with the blink of my eyes, in fact, I was standing in front of my mother's dead body lying lifeless, my father was the culprit, and my mother's beautiful charismatic face was visible, the veil's gone nowhere.

“Hennnnng mother ... hiks ..”

I wept for my mother, not for love, not for her loss, but for pity for my mother who was slandered.

Since my mother's death, my father began to doctrine his understanding to me, even he himself stated, that the mother is perverted and misleading, the mother is a witch disguised as a good person, I do not believe in that slander, I do not believe in that slander, but I believe in my father's understanding of life.

Father's understanding is deacons, but every father's word can also be denied by the mother, and from there I was confused.

But, I know, any truth possessed by man, even by my own family, will still be defeated by one thing called selfishness, or I call it self-determination.