High School Autobiography

FIRE IN THE HUSK

       At 01:45 in the morning the starless on the outskirts of Artana city with shades of yellowish light, plus shops that lined up neatly along the side of the road. The red sedan stopped by the side of the road, suddenly the front door of the left side of the car was opened, and a young woman was pushed out of the car, even the woman fell to the sidewalk of the road.

“Stupid woman!” jolt a 40-year-old bald man from the car.

Then he closed the car door hard until it felt thumping, and the car sped away. Zeni spit forward affirming her disgust towards the man, she got up, while patting her blue dress skirt, trying to clean her sleeveless dress, Zeni made her snake skin tote bag, she said, lethargic walk with feet wrapped in high heels. The road seemed empty, as if everyone had gone home with their happy family. Zeni's long blonde hair seemed messy, her face was dazed, her body and mind had exhausted in living this life, she said, the woman of the night continued to step lethargic on the night sidewalk in front of the shops that had closed the day with a night break, but Zeni stopped walking, she sat berserk on the front porch of the convenience store, his gaze was empty, he felt numb, then Zeni opened her tote bag.

“Duh... really hungry,” complained Zeni.

He grabbed a box of food, put it beside him.

“Mommy is always attentive to me,” murmured in a heart full of joy.

But he had just opened the lid of his food, there was a sound of a cat moaning coming closer, a black cat meowing as if hungry, the cat approached Zeni and then sat down at Zeni's feet, whether this cat came from where or who it was, which obviously the cat was starving, he knew that Zeni's mother was cooking fried fish for him, Zeni looked at the cat's green eyes that seemed shiny reflecting the light of the lamp, then Zeni stared at the food supply, there was only a fist of rice and fried fish. The cat meowed several times giving the impression that he was indeed really hungry.

“How is it, I'm hungry but, I feel sorry for that cat.”.

Then Zeni lifted her food box, she offered her food to the cat.

“Nih choose which one you want,” Zeni said.

The cat stepped slowly in fear of approaching Zeni's food supply, the cat was able to stare vigilantly at Zeni, suddenly the black cat jumped smashing his front legs on the Zeni lunchbox until the box fell to the ground, spilling all Zeni supplies. Then the black cat grabbed the fried fish, then ran away without feeling guilty, while the rice had combined with dirty soil and dust, even the cat had stepped on the rice that had been spilled before, as if confirming that he managed to deceive Zeni.

“Damn you cat!” sergeant Zeni.

The black cat had vanished among the shadows of the shop building, going to bring Zeni fine fish. So forced Zeni began to clean the spilled rice, he put it in his food box, with the intention of going to throw it in the trash. Time kept on moving away from that night. The atmosphere of the city of Artana is like a glowing grave decorated with sleeping lights, silent, cold but peaceful.

       On Saturday at 09:55 am at 12th grade Lily Kasih High School. Farka, the head of the middle class standing in front of the class, made an important announcement and all the students turned their attention to Farka.

“OKE EVERYTHING!” exciting Farka.

“In the meantime we'll all be facing graduation, well does anyone have any suggestions to make a farewell event?” ask Farka.

All the disciples seemed to be wondering at each other looking for the best idea, suddenly from the front row bench a thin, short, black-eyed narrow man, with his black hair pakak stood brandishing his hands, Male gewa voices.

“Chairman! Will there be a race?” tanyakanya.

“Iya chairman!” timpal Juvi responded.

“Ya right! What is?” continued Estilia.

All eyes were on Farka.

“There! Women's Futsal race and smart race meticulously,” replied Farka.

The entire student nodded simultaneously and commented.

“Chairman! When's lomba? Why no announcements?” asked Juvi while raising her hand.

“Iya right it!” juva timpal.

“Iya why is there not?” tell some other students.

The whole student wondered.

“Please relax guys! Relax...” pinta Farka while stepping in front of Aqada table.

“That we will discuss later! Because there has been no definite notification from the principal.” continued Farka.

All the disciples were disappointed while some were disappointed.

“I HAVE AN IDEA!” aqada shouted while rising to his feet.

So Aqada stood in front of the class with Farka, the tacky man is now the center of attention of all 12th grade students.

“AYO WE HAVE A HARVEST FESTIVAL IN SCHOOL!” aqada exclaimed confidently.

“Festival harvest?!” surprised several students simultaneously.

Farka pensively looked at Aqada in front of him.

“We sell all crops farmers, we sell in this school, we invite people here,” explained Aqada loudly and steadily.

“He! We want to make a farewell instead of a market! Stupid you!” men with large bodies, round black eyes with bright brown skin sitting in the front seat of the teacher's desk.

“He was right!” some students agree with Derka.

And boisterous comments filled the classroom, all students again wondering what event is right for the breakup.

“You all suck, it can give us an advantage,” Aqada quipped resigned while returning to his chair.

Farka was standing in front of the blackboard while cross-legged, he thought hard to make the right event, suddenly, he grabbed a red ink marker that was in the drawer of the teacher's desk, then write a sentence on a white board with capital letters.

That says: “LAST EVENT.”

“Last way?” ask full of astonished students.

“Loh?! Farka! You want to make a horror movie or what ha?!” ketus Derka's.

“This is the title of the show, all we do later is once in a lifetime!” farka.

“What do you mean?” ask Estilia.

“No matter what, just like the alumni farewell last year, we have a meal with a photo together, yes, that's it!” answer Farka.

“Ahk no exciting!” derka Reply.

Derka then stood up facing her body backwards while looking at all her friends.

“WE JUST HAVE A MUSIC SHOW AND FIREWORKS PARTY!” derka said straightforwardly and loudly.

“Iya I agree!” timpal Estilia agrees with Derka.

“Iya me too!” connect Nitia.

“Iya agree me!” sahut other students.

All the students seem to agree with Derka's advice.

“Hah... waste of energy only..” murmured Fuhan complained by sitting while cross-seeking.

“Well, then you take care of everything,” said Farka.

“How do I? Didn't you ask for advice?!” wonder Derka by facing the body on Farka.

“At that time I was not having an idea, so I asked for advice, but, when..” refutation Farka faltered.

“Ahk just said you disagree with my idea!” cut Derka.

“Well that's you know!” farka reply allowed.

“Huahahaha..”

“Already! Don't use my idea! Don't use my idea!” pinta Derka retracted her words.

“Loh is that anyway?” wonder Estilia.

“It's even that?” timpal the other disciple responded.

“Ya already then you guys just be her role model!” ketus Derka's.

“Ahk don't want!” reject Estilia.

“Iya don't want to!”

“Lazy ahk!”

“Iya lazy! Lazy!”

“Mending just canceled the show.” Kahji's advice.

“He was right!”

“I agree.”

“I agree!”

All the students agreed to cancel the farewell. The originally enthusiastic face turned lazy with no interest. So Farka deleted his writing on the blackboard, after he finished, he stood up to his friends again.

“THEN THE EVENT IS DONE!” farka firmly.

When almost all the students cheered in excitement, some were banging on the table there were jumping up and down to scream indistinctly.

“YEAAAAAAAAHHHH FREE..!”

“FREE WOW!”

“FREE!”

Screaming of excitement still loose in the classroom, Derka, Fihan, and Zeni are just the three of them sitting on a chair with a peaceful calm, perhaps except Derka who still harbors her desire to make an event, and, lazy to take care of it. Farka ruffled her waist with a happy smile, she was happy to see her friends happy.

“Hah tacky once,” murmured Fihan.

Simultaneously everything calmed down again, but when the students were about to leave the class, enjoying the first hour of rest, silly, the bell in instead rang, forcing all students to return to class. Surely all students of 3rd grade of High School were disappointed, moaning discouraged, by being forced to return to their respective seats.

“Ahk damn!” lament Aqada.

Farka sauntered towards her desk. Now the students have sat sweetly on their respective benches, white wooden tables here are devoted to individuals, with a table roof that can be opened like a window, this 3rd classroom is also shades of blue white, the floor from ceramics that look as white as sunlight during the day, the wall behind the class is filled with photos of students in the 12th grade of the current school year, plus unique decorations that according to the people of Artana city is a work of art but according to Fihan it was rubbish. Two minutes later, Guru Sukada entered the classroom, his appearance was kept neat with a green shirt plus his formal pants, all the students stood compactly and then bowed respectfully, after Guru Sukada sat in his desk chair, the students sit back. Today's lesson is Sociology, but Guru Sukada not only teaches Soiology, he teaches, Geography, Economics, and History, the bonus is he also teaches the science of Islam.

“Alright, open your notebook and write down what you would do if your friend was about to kill himself just for breaking up with his girlfriend!?” pinta Guru Sukada loudly.

“Leave it unimportant too,” Derka said as she grabbed her writing book from inside her backpack lying at her feet.

“Well write,” reply Master Sukada.

Teacher Sukada got up from the chair, with a serious face. While the students began to open his writing book, whispering to the friend next to him what to write.

“One more unimportant question,” murmured Fihan by biting his pencil staring at the blank book sheet.

Teacher Sukada started going around watching the students closely. When Guru Sukada stepped in the first row of the table of the disciples, Erka raised her hand, the man sat in the first row near the door.

“Pak sorry!” yells.

Teacher Sukada confronts Erka with his body.

“What can be replied carelessly?” ask Erka.

All the students immediately set their eyes on Teacher Sukada.

“Iya may,” replied Guru Sukada.

“Yes, then just ask the SD child,” umpat Fihan whispered.

Teacher Sukada resumed his steps.

“Why should be written yes even though it was directly disclosed,” grumbled Estilia astonished.

All the disciples started writing their opinions, they looked serious, but, some were so relaxed. And within fifteen minutes the entire disciple was finished, and the whole book had been gathered on Master Sukada's desk, even Guru Sukada had sat on his desk chair. Then he got up.

“Good, the teacher will read your answer, if later the teacher asks the reason for your answer then, you must answer,” he said.

Some disciples nodded while the other disciples were quibbling. Then Guru Sukada grabbed the first book at once read it.

“First of all the teacher repeat the question yes... what will you do if your friend is about to commit suicide just for breaking up with his girlfriend?!” guru Sukada.

“For Estilia, I will stop my friend and tell her to find a new lover,”.

“For Erka, I will stop my friend and tell him to repent.”

“For Aqada, I will let my friend kill herself, because for Aqada, love will not be the same as if it changed hearts.”

“For Kahji, I'll beg my friend to find a new girlfriend.”

“For Derka, I will let my friend die, saying, brainless man! Just die there!”

“For Juvi, astagfirullah I hope I do not have such friends, but if I have, I will ask him to be special and repent.”

“For Juva, I will have my friend repent and I will always accompany him.”

“For Jiva, I will stop my friend and ask him to repent.”

“For Nitia, I will find a new boyfriend but if my friend is handsome and rich I am ready to be his future wife.”

“For Hurta, I will let my friend die and will laugh at him while ngakak.”

“For Gewa, I will record it on HP then posted on social media, with hastag, imbecile.”

“For Fikia, I will stop it and report to the fire department or the police.”

“For Eril, if my friend was... Fihan, I'll stop him no matter what!”

When the book was being read, Eril glanced to the left in embarrassment, glancing at the Fihan sitting next to him, but Fihan remained indifferent.

“For Areny, I'll ask Farka.” for help

Farka immediately turned his head in confusion to Areny, but Areny turned his face away in a fit of puffiness.

“For Sazan, I will call my friend's family, whatever happens I will stop my friend.”

“Alright! Who does not collect his book please stand until the lesson time is over!” guru Sukada.

So Farka, Fihan and Zeni stood firm in accepting his punishment. Some students stared at each other astonished, why the question that was easy to answer even can be answered originally can not be answered by the three students? Are they that stupid?