Criminal: I Love Criminals!
Mission One, go!
Beyond the night wind kept on rushing in. I'm looking for a thick leather jacket to avoid the tormenting cold. The wall clock shows the night is almost late. From the window glass, the sky looks bright with dark blue. There were a few stars there, with a faint glow greeting from a height, as if to accompany me on my first time robbing mission.
Finally tonight arrived, We also left for the place that had been targeted before. Along the way my heart was filled with worry because I had never done such a desperate thing. Where I would take someone else's property forcibly, threatening them to use a weapon to make them depressed. The own gun? I'm still a stranger and scared with this type of weapon, let alone the person who will be at the helm later.
We left after dinner on Morgan's motorcycle, which I saw physically was an expensive vehicle at an exorbitant price, tens of times compared to the canned car at that time. somehow he got it.
The streets were crowded and the air was not as cold as last night. The streetlights were bright, as were the lights in the tall building in the city as we exited the dead district where we lived. This city looks like it is partying. Morgan sat quietly riding his motorcycle while singing small songs like his habit.
“I love Miraz, Endless Love.” he said, imitating a verse from a famous singer abroad.
“Alexander Miraz, you mean? She's a singer from abroad, right?”
“Ya, who else?”
“I thought there was another Miraz.You always listen to her songs huh? the lyrics are from a foreign language but you are very fluent, like using your own language, uh. but do I not mistake if you are not like the stature of this country. like a stranger like Morgan.”
“Ha.ha It looks so yes?”
“Hmm... You are so hard to guess Morgan.”
Along the way, my mind drifted about uncharacteristically, colliding with the clutter of boisterous city buildings in addition to the few vehicles the people passed by. Can I make the decision I made to stay with Morgan? Can I keep my feelings until I really make him repay me, if it turns out that I have to take the path he went through to prove that I am able to live with him with all the risks that exist?
“Stop a minute!” seruku.
Morgan stopped by the side of the road. I stroked my stomach, groped once more the gun I had tucked in my pants.I touched so many times that I snorted.
“If you have any doubts, we just cancel. don't be too forced. You do not fit in this criminal path.”
Whatever happens I will accept. I love him and I must also love the risk of entering into his life, as well. But, what about the continuation? Will we be robbers forever? Stealing only to survive, killing only to protect themselves. God is merciful, especially for us, please give us a better way forward. Don't let us be stuck in this mistake forever.
“Come, we are back to leave.” I said.
The motor turned slowly and again my heart was pounding violently. What's gonna happen? I saw some street kids just coming home from the highway, but they were still singing in a voice-over at the intersection of a small stall while hitting the jimbe-jimbe. A woman who could not hide her male aura flashed between them gracefully, her long, wavy fake hair fluttering in the night wind. A heartbreaking real scene that I had never seen before, it turned out to be a life with social strata. The one below knows the life above, but not all of the above know the one below.
But my God, as far as I distract, I still feel anxious and agitated my heart is racing fast and great, like a war drum. Am I not alone? There's Morgan with me, he'll protect me, if there's him with me everything will be fine.
The thumping feeling grew louder when we were in front of the supermarket. I think my heart is going to fall out. But, ah, it turns out that self-service is not too crowded. I must remain calm, not nervous; despite the fact that I can only pretend to be calm and pretend not to be nervous.
We then entered the inside of the supermarket, acting like the buyers in general. We looked through some food products on the shelf. Sometimes watching the situation. Until finally some customers who had visited had taken turns to leave.
Until finally We were both customers left, Morgan began to put some household products into the backpack we brought, he was sneaking, his movements slowly carefully while watching around. I also picked up some stuff, but I felt a little loose, because it seemed that there was no other employee and no one else but me, Morgan and the cashier guy from yesterday.
I pull the bottom of the shirt I'm wearing, I look at the blink of a gun that slips in front of my stomach. Then I unhesitatingly pulled the gun and walked towards the cashier.
“Don't fight, raise your hand..! give all the money in the drawer! Quick...!!” my squealing at the cashier freaked him out when I put the gun in front of him.
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