Short Story (Cerpen)

Learn from Regrets

Category: Gokil Short story

Title: Learning from Regrets

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I finally got through Junior High too. The first thing that I have in mind after escaping from Junior High School is how to get into one of the State High School in Bandar Lampung (My grandmother already understands this).

With my hopes, stupidity, kecemen and strangeness when Junior High did not follow me. At that time I hoped to become a better person again (behh.). How not? When my Junior High felt that I was of no use, there was no meaning. I even feel like I don't exist for them.

Maybe this is the reason why during Junior High if I was hit the road often. And worse, yet, I once doused vinegar with one of the ninth grade children (at that time I was only eighth grade) and he felt that he was an innocent creature in this world, sprinkled and left.

“aduh, how can I spill gini kak?” I said, surprised.

He just passed by, without a single word coming out of his mouth.

I just bengong lamented the incident and I think that I might be in the eyes of him just like the kind of flowers that should be watered.

After some consideration, I'll make a list at SMAN 10.

“already listed in 10 aja, rather than dizzy-dizziness” proposed my bokap.

“why should it be at 10?”

“nothing, so I can get a value of 10 continue” said my bokap, nyeletuk.

Hearing those words, my head immediately dizzy the three roving (why not seven). I feel that my bokap is like giving an excuse to a Kindergarten.

But I have some reason to turn down the list in High School 10. First: the distance is too far, second: my brain is too stupid and third: the school is far from the market (Although I rarely go to the market, but it is enough to add the reason I do not want to go to school there).

But with a fiery spirit, my father made me make a list there. Yes, what can I do, as a godly child, I obey his orders. Later if I volunteer my fate will be just as rich in money (Lho).

Temen me fahmi ngusulin I “list in 4 aja pan” he said.

“Emang why if list on 10?” answer me.

With a style that almost resembles mbah surip fahmi convince me “if in 10 it was just a little, later can not ask for the answer key again when tes”

Hearing Fahmi's words, my heart was moved to follow her. But my belief and stance remains firm to list in 10, because I do not want to disappoint the bokap.

After I seduce with death seduction that I have, finally the fahmi also melt his heart and want to follow me list at 10 (huu, fortunately not in love tu fahmi same me).

Because at that time to enter the SMA there are three options to choose from. Eventually me and Fahmi agreed to enroll in High School 10, 4 and 11.

“why should 11 pan? not good anymore school.” said fahmi, songong.

“nothing, you tau parachute?” ask me, wise man

“tahu”

“nah, we consider that SMA 11 as our parachute.”

“means?” fahmi began to wonder.

“At the time our name will not come out at SMA 10 and 4. We can still survive by entering SMA 11. Yeah, should've automatically gotten us into my clear 11″, pretentious songong.

For four days before the High School entrance test began, I had prepared myself by reading everything that smelled of lessons. I even accidentally read a book about s*x education. I think before that the book was a biology book, because on the cover there was a picture of a man with a part of the organ in the body that looks (a kind of leak maybe this person). When I read the book, I felt that the effects would be the same for me not for the next three years, but for the three years after the wedding.

The time of the test has arrived, me and Fahmi confidently go to the place of battle, which will determine our fate will enter which High School.

“time has arrived sob” I'm trying to convince.

“bener sob, we must finish today also” firmly fahmi.

Not knowing why, I feel that the last words that come out of the mouth of the fahmi like the words of people who want to molest the children of SD.

With a cool style, we also entered SMA 10 through the classroom corridors that have been partially filled by other participants who may have been waiting for the moment since dawn. Because my class and fahmi are different, we also split up.

As I entered the test room, all the other participants' eyes looked towards me. I don't know what makes them interested in me, but I feel that there is something strange about me. Maybe because I forgot to use powder this morning.

Not long after I sat down, the exam bell started ringing. Some participants are busy preparing his stationery, some are pretentious so mbah shaman. Their mouths were muttering, whatever they read, which obviously made me want to follow (my field is not cross-country).

In times of tension, I try to calm myself down.

“don't be afraid pan, you have to be brave! kan elo still has parachute”

When the question sheet has been distributed by the supervisor, my antung is getting ticking. Lips that had been red, immediately became pale black (nah you know).

Plus, the character of the supervising teacher is so killer. Several times he had threatened, if he did not hesitate to take the sheet of students who were found cheating.

“who dare to cheat, I will directly take your answer sheet”

The sound was so strong in my ears. I open the problem sheet slowly, hoping that the problems in it are not difficult. But hope and reality always move in opposition. I want to faint to see the test so complicated. Because of coincidence or not, the first page of the problem is a math lesson.

Lessons they like, but I don't like. When I want to faint, I still think, if I faint here no one wants to cut me later. I finally decided that the stings would be later if it had been sampled home.

The time allotted to complete the torture was 120 minutes. During that time my sweat began to pour, my nose bloated and my stomach rumbling (what's the connection). I try to remember everything I have learned before, but I try to remember, while my mind is engulfed by negative things sourced from s*book*x Education that I read very carefully.

Without notice, the test time is only 15 minutes away. And the answer sheet I hold 75% is still shiny clean.

“hebattt, stay time is 15 minutes away and I just saw 9 about” I started to panic.

At once, my strange fantasies began to take hold of my mind. I wish the supervisor would come to me and give me the key. Worse still, I also seemed to fantasize that the angel Gabriel came to me and whispered to me the answers to these questions.

But fantasy is fantasy. After I felt that there was no other way, I began to fill the empty part with a stamp-cup. And amazingly with just 5 minutes, my answer sheet has been full of cap-chips-cups.

After meeting, I went out and sat in front of the class. At that time my mind was still empty, even my spirit if it could escape, would escape it from me. Not long after my daydreams were running, suddenly the fahmi came to me.

“Pull yuk” he said, with a slightly lethargic tone.

At that time I saw the face of the fahmi almost the same as the expression of people who were in the evacuation of natural disasters. I am sure that the fahmi has the same affliction rich me. Without a word, we both left High School 10. Everyone who sees our expression must be they immediately think that we have just been expelled from the orphanage because when eating always ask for additional.

After a week of waiting, finally the announcement of entering SMA came out as well. I am looking forward to looking forward to the results I will receive later. That night I prayed.

“god if you will, then put me into one of the State High Schools that I choose. And if I do not enter anywhere, then I am sincere with your destiny, Allah”

The next morning, I bought a newspaper and looked at the list of the top students in High School 10. When I look for my name, the result is thank God, I am not really accepted.

My hope began to disappear, especially after I knew that my name is not also on the list of students who are accepted in High School 4.

my only hope to enter High School is High School 11 only. I was looking for my name in High School 11, from top to bottom from bottom to top, I kept looking for my name. To my surprise, my name was nowhere.

I really want to scream.

“HOORREEE!!”

Ehh wrong.. “TIIDAAKKK”

When my heart was upset again, suddenly my HP rang and when I saw it turned out fahmi called me.

“hallo, what's wrong mi?” with a tone like a person with TB.

“lo saw the announcement in koran” asked him at the end there.

“already mi” answered me by forced.

“keep the result rich where?”

“ya rich so, when the newspaper wants to print my name, suddenly the ink runs out. Yes already my name so there is no” in times like this, I am still stingy bragging.

“then we are the same dong” bright fahmi. “tut-tut-tut”. Fahmi decides on the conversation.

The tone that came out at that time was like a children's song, it was very interesting that I continued the lyrics “who would join..” but unfortunately I did not memorize the song.

After hearing the words fahmi, I feel that fahmi has a heavy burden of life like me. But everything changed, when fahmi texted me with a tone like a new person gets a gift. “HOREE, I was not accepted at SMA Negeri” so short and clear text he sent, making me assume that the fahmi was already so stressed because of all this.

Sadness, disappointment and humiliation mixed together to form a new feeling called Regret. I regretted it when I refused to register in High School 4. Had I tested it at 4th High School, there would have been a friend I knew. If anyone knows me, he will give me the key to the answer. If I was given the key to the answer, I would not feel this way right now.

All this time I thought that there was still a parachute on my shoulder that would save me if I fell off the plane.

But unfortunately, when I fell off the plane, the parachute I had was not working. Finally I fell to the bottom of the ravine and died instantly (cep cep cep).

But yes, regret remains regret, which always comes at the end of the story (yes, if the name is at the beginning of registration)

For days the regret of not being accepted in high school was so distracting to my mind. Makes me males shower, males eat and males ask for money (definitely my parents are seneng).

“already pan, do not think too much there is still a private SMA”. input given nyokap is just like a breeze that does not feel the benefits when people are hot. “iya, just like a breeze, but the pay is much more expensive” I said, with a face slashed.

Nyokap continue “terus, just because of this you do not want to go to school? what do you want to be? anjal”

I was saddened to hear the words coming out of my mouth. I can't imagine if I'm really going to be anjal. With clothes that are tattered camping and torn in the ketek. I walked around the corner of the city, asking for mercy from the people. And after I got a lot of money, my money was taken by the chairman of the Anjal (luckily not being the chairman of the House of Representatives) and only left a thousand rupiah.

From my short fantasy, I became ambitious for school so as not to be anjal. At least with the knowledge that I get from school later, I can be the head of anjal whose work is parallel to subordinate money and leave him a thousand rupiah. (wahh, ha.ha.ha).

Not long after the stiff chatter between nyokap and I stopped, my bokap came with a face like a new scuffles. (waduh.)

“emang can be well?” suhut nyokap me.

“ya can. We just ask for a certificate of not being able to from the village, continue to love the school” clear bokap with a face full of ambition.

“ya already, then now we just go to kelurahan” said nyokap.

Bokap me with his spirit immediately pulled the hand nyokap “ayo” said, spirit.

Seeing that incident I feel that they are like a young couple who eagerly go to the village to take care of the marriage problems.

In the afternoon after the business in the village was finished, my parents immediately met me at home, which was from earlier I was waiting for them to come home to ask for food. (lha.)

“letter not able to have mama make nih” said nyokap while showing the letter to me, “so tomorrow you can register in SMA land”

“iya” connect bokap “besok you list in SMA 8″

“What!” I was shocked to hear that I had to register at High School 8. Because all this time the rumor that I was horrified that in High School 8 was often the brawl between each other, there were even more who said that 8th High School students were many who were pregnant who eventually married early. The bad picture about High School 8 is increasingly making me reluctant to go to school there.

“but yeah, ipan don't want to go to school there” said I “school is too wild”

“but SMA 8 it deket pasar” said bokap, nyeleletuk.

“kan you yourself who said if you want a school that deket same pasar”

I couldn't say anything more after he said it was rich. Maybe it's my fault, when I first want to register High School I reasoned to want to enter the same high school market. Though the reason I was just a mere joke to reject the list in High School 10. Try that time I reasoned to want a school that deket same police station, must be different again the story.

“how pan? want to not enter SMA 8″ tanya nyokap

“ya already want, do not anything” replied me, whereas mah in heart want to say “LOOK FOR MEN LAIN”

Malem the day I can't sleep, imagine bad things that will happen to me after entering High School 8. Maybe I will be battered by the same class brother on the first day of school because I do not want to give money Rp 5,000,- when asked.

Or worse, maybe after three months of schooling there I will conceive, the result of an affair with a striped cat. (false rowdy nih). The bottom line is the bad picture about 8-night High School is disrupting my deep sleep.

The next day, I and I went to 8th High School to take care of the registration form. Along the way to SMA 8 my heart continues to grow, hope the criminals in High School 8 have died all the time I enter there and only leave the victims of the criminal.

After arriving at our destination, we headed straight to the registration room. While taking care of the registration, I decided to go around looking at the situation in SMA 8. At that time the atmosphere there was quite calm, because it happened that day had entered the holiday. There are only a few people who take care of their needs.

“pan..pan” nyokap I called from a distance “sini cepet”

“iya mah” I shouted while running towards nyokap.

“mamah has taken care of everything” said nyokap “so when you start entering school, you can already go to school here”.

“iya mah” I just nodded while making “good after entering this SMA can be ascertained, now my family status changes, becoming a poor family!”

After that, we died at SMA 8 and went straight home.

The first day of school is filled with mandatory activities that are “MOS”, this is the activity that I hate the most. I want to pass SMP on the first day of Mos. The story of this upperclassman made a legend of Surabaya, when it happened to me got the role of Baya (crocodile man). There is one scene where I have to fight with my enemy, Sura.

Then the upperclassman told us both to pretend to be sharks and crocodiles. With a moment I also nurutin order uang class and immediately lying on the floor like a crocodile. I immediately moved my body on the floor while lying on my stomach (can imagine how strange)

Again the spirit of the scene like that, suddenly the class that had been silent turned into a market, they all laughed at me. “woy.. lo want to be a crocodile what rot rice fields?” one of the students shouted at me while accompanied by a satisfied laugh. Since then I have the same phobia called ospek.

Back to SMA.

As I was again marching on the field, suddenly a voice came from a large toa attached above the administrative office.

“FOR ALL INCOMING STUDENTS THROUGH JALUR BINA ENVIRONMENT ARE EXPECTED TO GATHER IN THE ROOM PER_____TA__AN”

The last sound that came out of the toa was vague in my ears. I guess all the students who enter the neighborhood architecture should gather in the hermitage room.

Some students build the environment separate from the ranks, I also follow them, although I do not know where the hermitage room is. After arriving I just realized that the space in question is a library room.

In the library room we can be sure that we are all environmental students (aka poor students), but that status is not balanced with reality. Some of them have the appearance of a kolormelar child (loh).

Some of them carry BB, some carry BK (stone times). When I was acquaintance with one of them, I was shocked to see the teeth of my acquaintance there is a pagernya “Ebuset! since when the poor his teeth dipagerin” dumel me dalem heart.

It turns out that for the sake of cheap schools, even the rich are willing to lie to themselves by pretending to be poor, really too. (the version of the Hajj bang).

After the MOS activity was over, my heart calmed down. The bad picture about MOS activities I did not end its existence for three days. When I was in class, I entered class X4. Classes are most corner, with floors that have been partially perforated. Plus the location of its class is very strategic, deket canteen.

It turns out that in class X4, I was the same class as Udin Temen during Junior High, although I did not know him too well, but it was enough to exist. Udin is a pure man who has a stocky body (no, he is not a samson kok) with a height that is only limited to a toge tree.

I don't know very well about his personality. It was natural that when I was in Junior High I never talked to him. Even if we meet, at best just look at the sight, I saw him and he saw the cave with a perverted smile.

I sat on the back row next to Udin.

“kanya in X4 is just us aja yes from SMP 3 ″ I try to enliven the atmosphere.

“iya,”

“eh, elo can enter here” my question is increasingly unclear.

“knowledge.”

Hearing the answers that came out of Udin's mouth, I think that he again males talk. Or maybe his vocal cords are left at home, so he can't say much. Things become quiet.

After the diem-dieman, I again tried the same nanya Udin.

But he still gave the answer briefly, densely and unconnected. I started to suspect Udin, I think something was wrong with him. When I saw her face, I was surprised that she was smiling herself.

I was going to talk to him “din elo crazy from earlier smile-smile yourself?”. But it doesn't. I'm afraid he'll be offended and he'll be angry, and he'll throw me out the window with the wire muscle he's got.

“Why do you have such rich smiles?” ask me, curious.

He just smiles (mesum) while pointing towards the beautiful girl who from earlier chatting with his countryman.

“elo likes her?” ask me, sotoy.

“iya,” still with her (mesum) smile.

Pantes from earlier he I asked him the answer was always short, it turns out he was cool looking at the beautiful woman in front of him. Maybe the girl did not realize that from earlier she was being stalked by a pug nose man, who was ready to pounce at any time.

“elo shoot directly at him din” I try to give you the worst solution.

“hah, shoot?” with a shocked expression he turned to the cave.

“iya shoot”

“means elo I have to shoot a watch he”

The situation is back quiet.

I was still thinking as I sifted through the words that had come out of Udin's mouth. Udin was so mysterious that I was made dizzy by him.

“mean elo what's din? I don't know” ask me, confused.

“ELO THAT DON'T KNOW!” answer him while slightly screaming “gue it likes the same watch, not the same person”.

“Ohh” says I “so lo from earlier watch his hand. cheat me.”

“ketipu right lo?”

“Iya I ketipu”

“haha. ketipu lo ya”

“iya cheated me, hehehe” I laugh crisply.

Udin shut up for a while, then talk again “ketipu right lo?”

“IYA!”

I immediately ran a pen to prick the eyes of Udin.

It turned out that Udin was lucky, the pen I was looking for to prick his eyes he did not meet.

The classroom that had been noisy, suddenly became quiet after a teacher entered. He spoke at length before finally passing on our names one by one. After he finished passing, Udin suddenly showed his hand and said.

“pak, what is my name?” udin said while standing up.

Just contact all the eyes of the other students looked at Udin who was so dazzling in the eyes of the wild horsemen.

“what's your name?”

“Muhammad jauharudin sir.”

“seventh.” The teacher said while checking back out the absence.

After checking several times he finally decided that Udin was wrong to enter the class. Udin was supposed to be in class X6.

That way it can be ascertained that I'm the same Udin will be separated. In the last seconds of Udin wanting to leave X4 class for good, I could still see his usual perverted smile. At last. Now I'm alone, trapped in the X4 world without anyone I knew at the time.