High School Autobiography
(PASSED MESSAGE) CHAPTER 9: FARKA'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
I'm tired of love stories, I've been hated for loving, and loved for hating.
I was tired of the fantasy story, I had crossed seven universes, and one thousand and one human beings I had met.
I want to have a story, which every word says, is able to make every human cringe, bewitched by my series of stories.
I want more and more, until words find their own perfection.
“Hahahaha... You fantasize too much Man..”.
I was stunned by the sudden presence of the thick-moustached man, standing before me with his strange gaze, insinuating me and his slanted smile mocking my expectations.
“Money, and job title, is what we need.”
He asserted his perception.
“Who Are You? Why can you read my mind?”
I was astonished, how could he know my request, yes! I was sitting with my hands twisted on my knees, facing west, in the middle of the green grass.
“How old are you?”
The thick black-moustached man asked, even seriously, and I had no idea where he was coming from.
“My life... fifteen years.”.
I also answered seriously, after all, there are no characteristics of criminals from his gestures.
“Hem.”
The man only nodded in secret, whereas I, only able to bow down miserably, obviously I was sad, because, a terrible event had befallen me, to the point that it came to a thought of suicide, he said, wish I had a wonderful second life, how not, I have been sexually abused! Yep! And I was alone, drugged, didn't know who did it, and wasted like a piece of trash, until now, I couldn't tell anyone, I was ashamed and too afraid to expose this harsh reality, even to the police.
“HISTORY! ALL HUMANS HAVE HISTORY!”
The mysterious man shouted, as if his sentence was the absolute truth, which all humans were obliged to know.
“He young man! It's the real world! Rise up with your harsh reality! And be proud, that you are still as strong as your birth!”
From every word that came out, so convincing to me, it felt like it was alluring to me.
”What do you mean?“
Obviously I'm investigating the strange intentions of the man.
”The human spirit, and the environment around you, make a great historical record of mankind, without the need to fantasize! Write and write every trip of your life!“
The man chatted so confidently, that he seemed to reveal important secrets of the country.
”Ha? Who wants to read my silly story? In fact, I do not like to write, just read lazy.“
I complained, not liking the idea of the man.
”You will not know who read your book, before you make it, if your writing is not appreciated, or your history is considered rubbish.
The mustachioed man hung up his sentence, as if his sentence was worth his own life, he looked down at me, looking at me very seriously, whereas I was only able to put on a hard face, and the air felt so soothing that I forgot that now the sun was blazing.
”...at least, you've made history.“
The man completes the sentence, but in fact I am still not interested.
”Ya trash history, whose writing is full of nonsense.“
I scoffed, surely scoffing at my hard life.
”If history has been deflected, then it can be said as a mental misappropriation, until it can be called the abuse of the people! Because changing history is the greatest slander of mankind!“
The man again so enthusiastically presented a strong argument, by giving pause his sentence for the sake of confirming, what he said is something that must be glorified.
”...he young man! You want to die as trash? Or die as someone who recycles garbage? So hero? Or a loser?“
The man gave me a choice, forced me, a thing that felt like calling me to get back up.
”I want to die... become an ordinary man.“.
But, silly, my desperate speech was in line with a gust of wind that now felt cold.
”The present age is no ordinary man, if indeed, you only want to be rinsed by the history of the young people to come, then die now, and let the next generation become heroes.“
I was pensive, his words insinuating me, not to make me hurt, but, as my life spirit.
”In fact, the criminals also bear witness to the important history of the establishment of a country.“
He echoed his explicit words, but I, pensively so deeply.
”Wake up young man, your father will be disappointed if you die to be a mortal, stand up, be a criminal, or be a savior!“
Again, the words of the spirit he uttered, but in fact it still did not change me.
”BUT NOBODY WANTS TO READ MY STUPID BOOK! WHO WANTS TO READ A FOOL?“
I jolted and was so desperate, the wind blew softly but sadly enough when the abuse I was experiencing was a reality that could not be erased.
”That's not your right, even the truth, will be rejected without the need to see the color of the ink.“
The man's reply was very firm, and used figure of speech.
”Hiks hiks.... i... want to die alone... die as an ordinary man, better than life bear disgrace.“.
I bowed closed, my cheeks began to be filled with tears of sadness.
”Chairman class!“
All of a sudden, my eardrum got a familiar sound vibration, a girl running from far away came up to me.
”Think, what is history, and what is an evolved soul.“
The mysterious man walked away from me.
”Hiks, wait, what's your name?“
I'm investigating, because anyway, I've only met him for the first time, and I wish that man was a good man.
”Call me dad.“
The four dynamic sets of words spoken by the man, so astonished me.
”Eh?“
Suddenly I hurriedly got up, wiped my tears with the back of my hand, looked at the man questioningly, unfortunately he stepped away from me.
Why does he have to go?
Why does he know my mind?
”Wait first! Are you my real father?“
The man was just silent, continued to step in the direction of the wind, even making me now so worried.
”Farka!“
Areny had been standing behind me, while I was bowed trying to cover my grim face, I stopped being sad, for two reasons, first, the cheerful voice of Areny, secondly, the mysterious man wanted to be called as father.
Until the moment I tried to stare at the mysterious man again, but unfortunately, he had gone, disappeared, like a lightning bolt that came just to leave.
”Eh, what is Farka?“
Areny probed and I was still on her back, but suddenly she jumped in front of me with joy.
”Ketua kelaaaas..“.
Areny was so cheerful, trying to make me respond to her calls, and there was no girl I had ever met as cheerfully as she was, I was grateful to be able to be friends with her.
”Loh you cry yes?“
Areny began to suspect me, she tilted her head with a frown of probing.
”Ya.. ta..“
My unfinished speech was cut off instantly by the panic from Areny.
”Why are you why? Which man would dare to beat you? Let me judge him!“
”Hahahaha..
I laughed happily trying to cover up my misfortune that did not look as great as Areny's cheer.
”How do I laugh?“
Although the talent of covering up my sadness is not as great as Areny, but she seems to believe that my laughter is happiness.
”No, I met my real father.“
I explained it briefly.
”Ha? Real dad? Know where he's your real dad from? From earlier I saw...Your feelings are just alone?“
Areny wiggly asserted my solitude was a fact and my confession seemed absurd.
”Hmmmmm.. I know, his eyes, his face, and his voice are like giving a sign that he's my real father, and he's gone.“
I rounded up my point, told you about my guess which was the fact.
”Loh... You should check first..“.
Areny suggested that the impressed blame me, of course, he doubted me.
”Ahk already.... which is clear.... now...... you want to not help me?“.
I flicked my hand, closed the topic and changed the topic at its main focus was history.
”Help? Help what?“
Areny's intruding I mean.
”Kita... make history...“.
I said a little doubtful, and indeed the words were a bit strange.
”Huahahaha... What history ha? Just met the person you consider your father, you are instantly changed like a stressed person.“
Areny laughed satisfied with the sneer of underestimating me.
”Ya already.... then. we go home.“.
Which I also do not like my statement, exactly my invitation to hurt me.
”Eh... tuh will forget, that Kahji has been waiting at home... I have been looking for you.. come-ayo...“.
So I went with Areny to my house, I was curious, wonder who the mysterious man was, if it was my father, why did he throw me into the orphanage? Even if not, then who is he?
I went back on with my life, continued the rest of the breath I had, so that all my steps would not be wasted, the suicide I had put down, but a little bit of my mind kept working to figure it out, what did the mysterious man say at the time?
And in the end, I found a secret library belonging to the school, Teacher Sukada explained the reason the library was hidden, to the point that he explained about every book stored here, that everything is the important history of the school, that everything is important history of the school, surprisingly, his exposure was very similar to the mysterious man I had met.
Obviously, after that I tried to find photos of the former alumni, investigating every possibility of finding the face of the mysterious man at that time, I believe, the man had a relationship with Lily Kasih High School, because, because, his words were similar to Guru Sukada's.
Tada's! I managed to find him! Aye! The man turned out to be High School student Lily Kasih!
He was named Alezius, the upperclassman of Master Sukada, and a strange name for an ordinary human.
So I immediately searched for the autobiography, but unfortunately I did not find it, either did not write or did not exist.
But I did not give up, I immediately investigated through Master Sukada, I met him in the Master room.
”Teacher, please tell me the teacher's upperclassman, whose name is Alezius.“
I'm urgent because it's very important, at least it's important to me.
”Hmmmm.. that mysterious child, the presumed upperclassman of another realm.“
Guru Sukada's ambiguous statement was taken seriously.
”Eh... other nature?“
I was half-dead astonished.
”Hem... he is actually a friend of the father too, for some reason, he often confided with the father, there is an important confession that the father did not believe, he said, he was a genie who became a human being, he said, he was assigned to help strengthen every human soul.“
Guru Sukada exposes the important truth of his speech, and it must be recognized as fact, although in fact I doubt it.
“Kok impressed fairy tale so anyway?”
Doubts and doubts that are now a matter of consideration in my strange mind.
“Iya, the teacher used to think so, after graduating high school he no longer heard from, the teacher only met him a year ago, he did not talk much, but after talking full of meaning.”
Master Sukada revealed the fact that it was still gray, but, enough to make my faith increase.
“Hmmm.... strange, keep his house where? His family how?”
I peeked again, trying to get more and more information for the sake of my doubts faded.
“He's an orphan, from entering school to graduating, he lives in school.”
Teacher Sukada's answer still intrigued me.
“Did she have a boyfriend?”
I went back to probing, however, I should know the fact of the mysterious man.
“Nah... precisely the only thing that the teacher has never heard is about his love story.”
I was not satisfied with all of Guru Sukada's answers, at least it was enough to make a hypothesis. I could only take a beard and say goodbye to go, but Master Sukada's words made me stop stepping and twist my body to face him.
“Oh yes, a year ago, if not wrong he once said, that later his biological son will enter Lily Kasih High School, and his son will continue his struggle, that's obviously all that the teacher remembers.”
I returned the mangosteen with a questionable head, and went to gather strong evidence about the mysterious man, obviously I must know, the man had made me believe that he was my father, yes, even if it's just an assumption, but, somehow my feelings feel like they're being pulled to know the truth about the man with the mustache.
And one day, when the principal gave me a book believed to be the man's diary, I happily took it to my house, and read it straight away.
Strange, why all the writing in the sentence is only listed, the number 3 which if calculated may be more than a hundred thousand numbers.
But wait a minute! At the end of the book, an important sentence is written.
Have you ever thought of a young man as a king?
Or a little girl to be Queen?
Or more than that? A child who becomes a god?
Could it even be more? The writer of life?
If humanity were still fighting for a patch of land...
We have fought for the whole universe...
If humanity is still at war for love...
We have fought for millions...
And if humanity is still at war for self-respect...
We've been at war with our fellow goddesses...
A story of fantasy, love, magic, adventure we've been through....
That whole spark formed the next generation....
Wake up young....
Stop that dongengan....
Carry out history....
Being the disease, or the healer, both mean the same thing...
“We have been ahead, until our story exceeds all the fairy tales made by man, mystery, love, magic, adventure, fantasy, and horror, more than a billion times we have experienced, happiness is basically what is sought, so we wait for the next generation, so that we record, the humans, who are able to make the best history more than us.”'
And so, I thought deeply, trying to digest the meaning of Alezius' writing, though still, I was lazy and would continue to laze around.
