Digi The Killer's
When Idealism is gone

Yel-yel was yelled out a while ago suddenly buzzing until now. It's like he's listening. At the same time, he heard the phrases of Inta, the beloved, beloved woman, as she was about to graduate from college. Now he really does not want to expel the IMF or the WB. He just wanted money to finance the birth of his first child, which he never wanted.

I record all the bitter Ergo against me as an unforgiving figure of time eroding him who has no power.

How's the story going?

Hold on, let me open the next page. CInta's gestational age has reached the seventh month. Ergo hasn't found a job yet. In fact, it has been almost a month CInta and Ergo fasting. When breaking, only white rice is found without side dishes without salt. Rice was obtained from the remnants of money obtained from his parents. Ergo has cheated her parents many times. Asking for money to pay for the creation of the diploma, and he only got a few hundreds of thousands, After making a meal a week, the money was ludes. He's starving back. Like that afternoon.

Until one day, the gestational age of Love has stepped on nine months. The moment of birth is almost here. God's miracles don't come. As an opportunity-giver, I did not come with the good fortune that could be found one morning The Chinese stomach began to hurt, and Ergo began to worry. After the anxiety confused her, she finally ran to the neighbor. Finally the neighbors helped bring ICnta to the hospital and paid for it.

At the end of the story, Love and her child died in the hospital, said by the doctor, the mother was deprived of blood so weak and died, As for the baby is too light, only two kilos how many ounces. Because they did not enter incubation, the baby's life was not saved. Seeing her lover lying in the maternity room, Ergo could not scream. The wall feels out. Floor swaying. His bone joints are diluted. It's like everything's missing middle. Throttled. And he knew that as he lay down in the hallway of the hospital corridor, his neighbor was waiting for him.

Since then, revealed the drama of Ergo and Love are kept tight. Inevitably, the parents of CInta were informed, and came not with sorrow, theapi full of mai-makina and searaph vows. Since then Ergo disappeared, and never returned to his parents' house let alone to the parents' house Love.

Neighbors are often struggling to come to his place just to meggeodr-gedor the door of a tenement made of triplex. Ergo often screams when night falls. Even neighbors always hear Ergo crying in the morning. Noon did Ergo look out. He became only a moving lump of meat, but only inside a shabby, shabby, musty room. In the afternoon, the neighbor sent a loud meal, Not because the neighbor is good, but more because of pity.

At night. Ergo quietly exits the house, then climbs onto the tile. Triangular tops of roofs, two sitting dumbstruck staring at the sky. Staring at the stars. He always imagined there was one blip that was similar to the eyes of Love. There was a time when not connecting one blip with another, then forming a piece of the building, whatever the name, then the building was characterised. Until the night erus slid to be colder, Ergo was still glued to the top of the tile. He thought I was passing so slowly, and I was walking as usual. I give a chance to the wind that moves from moment to moment. It has always never been overlooked how the light travels from thousands of light years across space, and asks me to get to earth.

If I didn't move, as Ergo thought right now, it would have stopped in place, shimmered, cut, and the piece would have looked like a tart. If it is true that I do not move, then the wind will stop in the air, and that's when the wind is like chunks of snow that can fall at any time as long as there is an opportunity that I give him. The chance to fall. If I don't move, the water falling from the clouds above will stay in place in the air, every movement, every movement, the water falling from the clouds above will be stationary in place in the air Any movement that takes up space, also catches me. And the breath will stop in the esophagus if there is no me that keeps flowing, I am like water, but the water can stop whenever there is a flat plane, while I never stop. I always find a sloping field and flow me.

Sometimes people find the sloping field too sloping, so my flow is so slow, but on the contrary, sometimes my miring field is too steep so that my lair looks like a waterfall, disappearing very quickly. I was never too fast or too slow. I never envied making Ergo's time slower than anyone else's. I flowed along with the flow of space, the flow of life, and the flow of nature uan moving straight, but actually circular. Indeed, it was circular with fingers that were hundreds of thousands of light-years long. I cannot deny that it flows with water, with light, with the air, both on earth and in the planets, both in space and in the black hole of space, Both on Mras and on Neptune.

I don't blame why Ergo sees me as a very slow flow. It's not me who's wrong. He made everything so slow. He made a field so sloping that I flowed very slowly. The change of night time into the early hours was felt for Ergo like the change of day to night. And the attention from dawn to morning is like a son-in-law's profit during the whole year. As the morning dawned, Ergo found herself still on top of a tizzy, shivering, and her stomach was heartburn. He got wind. His stomach is like a washing machine. He went down and went to the bathroom. Snatch it right there. After that, his body is alemas terrace, because last night stay up. His body that was slipping was also asleep. Then afternoon, then evening, then dusk, and night.