Belife Span
Haze: Part 3's
With his hands, one or two more people survived the prison that not only bound the body, but also Sukma. With his strong hand he opened the iron bars. Without hesitation yelled at us to make it faster to go outside.
However, the scenery outside was no longer known. Our famous city is beautiful, now black full of smoke everywhere. I could feel the cloud that was sobbing sedan lamenting, but it could not let out its tears. The sun has been hiding for a long time.
The hero took me away from the mess with his car. We both went to the countryside. There, we took some food supplies and also some weapons to protect ourselves. Then, back to the city.
In the afternoon the chaos was already unstoppable, even the corpse lying down could only be glimpsed one eye. They were too busy shouting out their narratives. Especially if the narrative is prepared from night, it would be a pity if this opportunity is missed just like that by saving people who even they themselves do not know each other. Humanity in an instant disappeared from the surface.
The hero helped to evacuate innocent citizens. Even though he is not an official or anything in government. But he still helps the people in the midst of this kind of chaos, even though his life will also be threatened.
I helped him too. The masked hero, unlike those who are even masked to always “wash hands.” From now on I will follow the hero, until death do us part. Sounds disgusting, but I promise I won't break it.
Yes, at first it was. Accompany him to death. It turned out that my words were true, I actually accompanied him until the last breath of him was exhaled.
His large and photographed body was now lying on the asphalt of the road drenched in blood, unable to do anything about it. The people saved by him formed a perfect circle around him.
In remembrance of his services, we tried to provide the last refuge of the bastard. We no longer care about our lives, only that all we want is a quiet death for him.
It seems like they have run out of sense and lost their pride because the city is being ravaged. Therefore they dared to pull the trigger to launch a hot iron.
Not long after, a fire engine was deployed. They wet us to disperse from the middle of the road.
They have no heart, people are sad. They even showed their veins. But thank you for wetting us, with this we can hide our tears. So that he may be at peace in nature, at His eternal side. In His arms that gave our hero the top position.
Our hero, who led us from darkness to light. The Moses who took us from one island to another through the water that was divided by him. Rest in peace, in our hearts that remember.
My life was instantly shattered, I went back to me who was far away in the middle of the city. Drunkenness is daily food, no more work. I forgot that I had a wife too.
Not forgetting either, just trying to forget. Because I know for a fact that he's found someone who fits him. No need for my consent, because my marriage with him does not need his approval. This is the result of what I have done in the past.
But now my life is empty. There was no treasure to buy food, no wife to cook anymore, no more people to be by my side. Even my family, who most often said they were by my side, did not exist. I don't know, they were in jail too, and no one ever visited me. They are used to removing their tails when something is rotten so as not to get rotten.
Walking back and forth, even now I go with the mob berserkers. There is no need for excuses, I just don't know why they are protesting. All I know is destroy this, destroy it, burn this, and burn it. Well maybe now this is my happiness.
I just need to follow their orders, no protests. Just destroy and have fun. They will also pay me a very high price. Down ...! Down ...! It is only those words that keep ringing in my head from what they often say.
His name is also human, when someone is no longer useful must be removed so as not to overcharge others. His name is also human, when there are people who have power to see others are too strong when they are not powerful they must be afraid. His name is also human, when there are people who feel too devoted must be betrayed. It's mundane.
They dragged me to the barn, I don't know where it is. The two leaders of the protest were with one large muscular man, called the executioner. Come to torture me every time.
After the two leaders left. The executioner let me go. “You saved me in prison, I'm sorry to return the favor in this way,” he said, it turns out that he was the one who escaped from prison along with me. Why didn't I realize it?
“Thank you.” My speech
“No, it should be me who thanked and apologized at the same time.”
No need to answer her words anymore, I just left. To end the drama that has continued to happen in my life, in just one year. My life is completely different. From a husband to a criminal and the most wanted man of the government after escaping from prison and being a scapegoat in the demonstrations, as well as rioters, to the deaths of several officers caused by me.
I also left the hustle and bustle of the city, at first the hell so. Everything changed when the figure wearing the black robe came to see me. Didn't come either, actually, just waiting for me at the electric pole in front of the house. I don't know what he's doing, I didn't care at first. However, after several hours of observation his figure continued to be glued there.
I was curious and asked him everything. But all he answered was only one answer, “if you will listen to my story then I will answer all your questions.”
Just one story, I thought. Impression ‘rarely speaking’ that I got from him, turned out to be wrong. He's the most talkative person I've ever met. After I finished asking and answering, it was my turn to listen to the story.
Too naive to think, it turns out the story he read is very long and boring. One thing I remember, he said that in the middle of this city there was one store that sold someone's life span. “If you feel there is no point in living, just sell it to him.” He said, then left me