High School Autobiography

CHAPTER 7: FIHAN'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

       Since my mother's death, I've been cared for by my father and Sieren's mother, his new wife.

The rather brazen thing was, my mother's death was faked, robbing was the title of the case.

My father forced me to study many books, ranging from Philosophy, to Astrology, every day I studied and studied in my mother's study, I did not dispute my father, nor did I have a grudge, and I will not explain my father's appearance, for there is no interest in me.

But one thing my father didn't know, I read my mother's book, I studied spiritual science, not eating and drinking for three days was the way.

So, that night, my brain was able to absorb all the science that I had learned.

While this spiritual science is hard enough, wrong a little, to be a witch, then, I studied with my mother! True to my mother who has evolved.

Every dead creature, in essence, evolved into a more perfect being, or worse than a demon.

But in this spiritual branch, I can tell, where my real mother is, where my fake mother is, even I know the soul form of every human being, to the extent that I know when I die.

One of my shortcomings, I do not know the shape of my soul, what I am, and what love is.

Some people out there call my mother heretical, but, after my mother's students learned my mother's science, it turns out that my mother's science is higher than the science that humans learn out there.

When the scientists were looking for a way to make teleportation devices, my mother already knew the Creator of the universe, in fact, for my mother something that could be dispensed with, but, at the end of the book my mother wrote.

“Can't be bothered by a question, can't be bothered by anything that's kind of great, nothing similar and no one can come across it, cannot be exemplified by anything.”

I knew what he meant, but, slipping away just a little bit, the hell was waiting for me, and after studying my mother's science, I also had the science of telekinesis, teleportation and exchanging human souls, but for my mother's students it took me years to learn.

One day I was in my garage, there were four luxury sports cars owned by my father, and I tried my telekinesis ability to fly all the cars.

I managed to get the whole car floating in the air, then I lowered it back down.

“Great once child mother.”

Mother's voice! And indeed my mother had stood beside me, her clothes were still all black and fragrant jasmine flowers.

“Mother?”

I was shocked, and immediately confronted him with a respectful bow.

“Too dangerous Fihan, you learn everything too early, even your age is very short, your soul will be held accountable.”

My mother gave me an important message.

“I ..”

I bowed in shame, and my mother's voice touched my hot soul, making me feel cool again.

“Almost your science misleads you, your dryness is thin with your passion.”

My mother told me.

“Jadi ..”

I asked for advice.

“Law, back to religious law, reveal who you are.”

So after my mother's message got stuck in my mind, I started to figure out who I really was.

And all the knowledge I hold, I throw into the sea, so I can live a quiet life.

A few days later, I saw my father sitting in the living room, coffeeing alone while playing his smart phone.

“What's Fihan?”

My father probed suspiciously at my strange sight attached to my father.

“Do you believe that there is another nature after this?”

A question that I rechant for the sake of being able to see my father's way of thinking.

“Foolish questions repeated by fools.”

Syndir my father, but I don't flinch in the least.

“After death where do you want to go?”

I started testing it.

“We're not going anywhere, we're going back to being ground.”

My father's answer was convincing but to himself.

“Is there authentic evidence that every father's word is an absolute truth that no knowledge can challenge?”

I tested my father's exact science.

“Today, here let me explain again what is wishful thinking and what is science.”

My father wanted to re-doctrine me, to the point of letting his cell phone rest on the side of his coffee cup.

“No father, the wishful thinking that I mean is delusion, and the science that I mean is systematic knowledge of nature and the physical world, including, botany, chemistry, physics, zoology, etc, geology and the whole of natural science.”

I immediately summed up my father's intentions.

“Well then, what else do you want.”

Sindir my father seriously.

“Unfortunately science can continue to grow, there will not even be an end.”

I insinuate back.

“Yes what do you want? Do you want dad to pinch your cheek while saying you look like a turtle?”

My dad tried to joke.

“I want to know father, what is soul, soul, soul, soul, life and taste? And which one are we?”

I challenged my father's ability.

“Everything is us, one is broken, then damaged our lives, all of it is summarized called energy.”

My father answered with certainty.

“Precisely, the spirit will not perish even if it is in hell.”

I denied my father's answer.

“Sini sit first .. let you understand.”

My father forced me, so I had to sit next to him.

“Begini .. This is a heavy discussion, but, I believe you already understand ... and your mother has also explained it to father.”

My father displayed with a face full of contemplation.

“Terus ..”

I'm looking for my father's intentions.

“Listen Fihan .. You must not force the belief of any individual, not even your mother does not force you to believe in God, because your mother knows ... people who worship pencil sharpeners will still be seen his behavior, basically, all good people are criminals too.”

My father licked his tongue without hesitation.

“Then why did you kill mom?”

I replied in astonishment, seeking my father's guilt.

“Your mother witch, she is perverted and misleading.”

My father was ill-judged and convinced his investigation was the true truth.

”How can you prove authentically, where the mother is perverted, logically perverted? Perverted in human sight? Legally wrong? Or misguided as a whole?“

I urged my father to prove my mother's guilt.

”Loh ... he can heal a deaf man just by rubbing his ear, and no man can be like that in this day and age except through the help of a demon or a demon.“

My father replied with confidence, but I'm also sure, he doesn't believe demons and demons exist.

“Nah .. Now I ask for authentic proof, the existence of demons, or demons that help mother, indeed I know what the definition of heresy is?”

“Fihan .. Sometimes misguidedness hides in the generous kindness of every human smile, hypocrisy is subtle, and evil is hidden, you don't need proof for it, in the present age all human beings are sinners, and, death is the best way to stop their sins.”

My father gave me a sentence that made me believe in my father.

“What about us sinners?”

I asked.

“We are the winners, who can cock the firearm first, he who will get the heart of the Goddess.”

My father's answer used figure of speech and thank goodness I understand.

“So trust is not important?”

I changed the topic, because it's not fun anymore.

“Everything that matters should be addressed, and trust is important to dad, it's just that dad's trust is not to believe the trust that you and your mom trust.”

My father pensively so deeply.

”Can I show you authentic proof that my theory is wrong, with a theory that is absolute truth and cannot be challenged by any other theory, can I show you that my science is the true truth?“

I tested my father's sharpness.

”Loh, how are you? What authentic proof of science do you have that's true truth?“

My father replied that he would not lose.

”Begini .. the logic is, not logic, thinking of something that cannot be thought of need not be thought of, what is in the sky and on earth that is the proof.“

I explained a little of my knowledge.

”Nah .. almost all the citizens that father asked his answer like that - it is also, like this ... it all means logic defects, there is no authentic evidence, there is no need to be praised for being commendable, no need to be glorified because it is noble, the end, we will point each other firearms for a piece of paper called money.“

My father denied my knowledge.

“Not a logic flaw, but rather lead to can not be logically done, but that is precisely the logic, achieving the infinite with something limited is a fatal mistake.”

I don't want to lose, because this is all for the sake of seeing how far my father's thinking has progressed.

“That means just imaginary.”

My father came back in tongues, but, I will argue with my father, because, he has been my teacher, a first step to start beating people with words, one thing is certain, one thing is certain, I am not maximal in expressing my knowledge, the reason is, I want my father to understand by himself.

“What do you believe in, understanding determinism? Freedom of will or theory of uncertainty?”

I was fishing for my father's explanation, trying to pin down his way of thinking.

“If everything can be learned why not.”

My father answered with certainty.

“Do you believe destiny can be changed?”

I tested my father's understanding.

“Certainly can, because we have free will.”

My father answered with confidence.

“Certainly can not father, father born man it's destiny.”

I dispute my father's understanding.

“But, anyone can change it with plastic surgery?”

My father replied with his understanding.

“But it cannot cover up the truth of his destiny, that he was born a man, and what father did was just an illusion, covering destiny with fate, it was a mistake.”

I dispute my father's statement.

“Should you coffee there, your explanation is naive, naive and impressed you just woke up, just like your mother.”

My father mocked me, and he stayed relaxed, taking the time to sip his favorite robusta coffee.

“If we can indeed change destiny, I have enjoyed nirvana for a long time.”

So my father was shaking, pensively looking at the coffee.

“The essence of life is the Fihan paradox, and nothing can come out of the paradox.”

My father came back strong with his understanding.

“Can, if we break that paradox, but, without logic.”

I refuted it again.

“Creating a parallel world? But what if that parallel is a paradox too?”

My father's still looking for loopholes.

“That's where the spiritual world is important, the universe will be no end, it will continue to evolve, it's the work of the system, then doomsday is unpredictable, because it is the prerogative of God.”

Obviously without hesitation.

“That means we're just his toys?”

My father guessed.

“There is no game for God, pain is still pain, laughter is laughter, mother once said, the performance of the Almighty is very mysterious, there is even a story, there is a story, that the one who brings evil will go to hell, and the one who brings good will go to heaven, but, who brings knowledge to his Lord, then that becomes his secret, simply put, he's missed that paradox.”

I explained and straightened.

“But, it can also include paradox.”

My father won't lose either.

“No father, remember, it is his secret, meaning it can not be contested by a logic.”

I was in denial and solid with my understanding.

“Heresy is indeed very subtle Fihan, you better be the right school, so champion class and face your friends, eat only still use your hands, even want to test your father's intelligence.”

My father gave me a joke.

“Do you know who your father is?”

Then I tested how far my father understood his life.

“Dad is a ruler, identity is a father who forms.”

My father answered with certainty and certainty.

“It's not identity, it's self-strengthening, the identity is like the wind, colorless intangible, but when it blows we know it's the wind, the, whoever knows his spirit will know his Lord who knows his soul will know his duty, who knows his body will know his place of return, and who knows his identity, will know his secret, will know his secret, and who knows his secret, then feel foolish himself.”

I deny my father's understanding anymore.

“That's a real error.”

And my father accused me.

“Authentically prove my misdeeds, because we have our own beliefs.”

I stood up, but as I was about to leave, I was held back by mocking laughter and questions from my father.

“HE-HE-HE-HE ..”

“What is your identity like? You can't prove your truth either?”

My father tested me, but was impressed just curious.

“I don't know yet, instead I don't know what I like, and don't know what love is like.”

From that moment on, I did not speak to my father again, shortly afterwards, he was poisoned to death by Sieren's mother, I did not cry, nor smile, for me death was commonplace, it was normal, so I offer the do'a as proof of my last devotion to the father, who hopefully he is helped by luck, hoping that father will get his soul independence back.

Which is the point that we highlight the selfish side, I feel right and my father feels right, but of course, I'm just a human who is always curious, then whatever the path I will continue to tread it until I get my identity back, and confirm that I am the winner.

From that moment on, I challenged the teachers at my High School to find a teacher who was able to silence my words, until all humans considered me arrogant and very evil, he said, but from there I could see how their minds and souls worked.