My Idea is Not a Imagination
Chapters 19. Dissective

Fira is a girl full of surprises.

Hoping that one day he will repay all the deeds of his father who has left him and throw it for his own selfishness.

"Look at father, your son whom you once wasted and left behind, will be the one you seek to be." whispered Fira inwardly, exhaling violently.

Tears of sadness sometimes still flow in each night, regret and heartache.

The days he went through until he would finally leave his school. School that has given meaning to his life for three years. And the boarding room that has provided tranquility for three years.

...The end of the journey of self-forging maturity in search of identity. High School is a wonderful time in the teenage phase of life. If you are able to live well and positively will end up achieving the best target. If you make a mistake, it will be the end of a regretful search....

That she wrote in her diary, which she would keep later when she missed her teenage years, she would remember.

"For Fira" said Bu Pur.

"For Ma'am, today is so different for you" said Bu Pur again.

"Yes ma'am, I am sad and happy today" I replied again.

"Why you want to go to school is sad and happy" said Bu Pur.

"Yes Ma'am, sad to be parting ways with friends and Bu Pur soon too, happy that I finally graduated well and got into college" I replied grimly.

"Fira," called Bu Pur while facing his body towards me.

"Life is like that, there is a meeting there is a farewell, and every meeting there must be a story and every farewell there must be sadness, but it makes us wise in addressing it, like you who every year have to change to fill the rooms in this mother's house, and every time there is sadness in the heart of the mother." he said with a smile.

Fira smiled at Bu Pur's advice, which she had considered her second mother. He is very good during Fira boarding here he never once angry with children, except for the wayward child he will firmly act. In fact, he did not hesitate to remove children who had a bad influence in the association. Like a child who likes unclear wandering, a child who likes to date and others.

"Thank you Ma'am, as long as Fira lives here has often inconvenienced mother, and also thanks for all the goodness of mother, Fira will always bring mother's advice when Fira will later boarding at the college." I said while glazed and then hugged Bu Pur.

"Ahhhh, you make your mother sad, have melow her let's go, later bad luck" said Bu Pur diverted the conversation.

"Yes Ma'am, today the schedule is just a farewell and the acceptance of the degree, must be a bit relaxed" I said as I wiped the tears that almost melted.

Then I say goodbye to Bu Pur, while kissing his hand, that's how it has become a habit of me to dive at the post every meeting with Bu Pur always greetings reverence.

I walked my feet towards school in a somewhat relaxed manner. I want to enjoy my last days at school. Every inch of the road I walk I look at I enjoy, because after this either I will be able to come here again or not. I will definitely be busy with new places and new activities.

I inhale the scent of morning, the smell of rice pecel Mak Inah that every day trade beside the school. Mang Ujang meatballs that I pass every day, which I sometimes stop by to fill my stomach.

Until it was deflected towards the school gate, the places where the Girl used to bother me, I paused for a moment I looked at me paying attention to every detail and also remembering her behavior I smiled. Now I miss him.

To the place where I met Rinto and every incident with him was like a silhouette that loomed in my brain.

I smiled imagining everything. It turns out that if we interpret each event, we find the other side of each event itself.

At the school gate Rani was waiting for me, she ran towards me and then pushed her body into my body she hugged me tightly. While crying. I'm surprised there must be something that makes him so sad. It's become his habit every time there is a problem at home for sure he will act like this to me. I embraced her and calmed her down.

"I'm sad we'll be apart" as you like.

"You want us to stay here" I asked.

"Kok you are not sad to part with me" said Rani somewhat annoyed

"If we don't split it's called we don't graduate school" I said, chuckling.

"Ahhhhh Fira, you are evil, why not be sad,?" ask him again

"I'm sad, I must be sad, but we can still be friends, still be able to send letters, or still be able to call, and I can still play at your house if it's a holiday" I said again.

"He he he" he answered

"I'm happy to see you smile, we don't feel sad we have graduated, we just enjoy today, our last day at school if necessary until the afternoon" I said comforting Rani.

To be honest I am sad to leave this school, a school full of memories.

The school farewell event was very lively, there was a local band that entertained us.

There are some students who love to sing and contribute songs.

I saw Devi's friend Girl on stage to contribute a song. I enjoy every event so much, I want to relax by enjoying every corner of school.

A welcome from the principal, who is essentially proud of our graduation, as well as advice for us. To be a useful child wherever we work. Always keep the good name of the school. And if someday there will be time we are asked to visit school. By bringing success.

Until the end of the show, there was our friend Dika he was fond of music and active in the music activities at school, school, he took the stage while carrying a guitar and began strumming guitars to sing a melancholy song once popularized and sung by Iwan Fals. His melodious voice made us carried away by the mood plus our hearts were indeed sad again fitting. At the Reff we joined hands to sing the song.

This intimacy should not pass quickly

This romance I always want to remember

My heart is at peace my soul is at peace beside yours

My heart peace my soul is at peace with yours

The song echoed throughout the school as we joined hands. As if I missed parting.

Lastly we hugged each other, let go of each other and apologized to each other with friends, especially friends of one gang during school.

With a male friend who hugs someone who shakes hands. With teachers as well. We said goodbye to each other in the hope that we would meet again sometime.

Today is full of tears.

^^^Author was very fond of writing this imagining the events of a few years ago. How are your High School friends with High School friends^^^