Ghaib Explorer (Gaib Pawang Group)
Chapter 87: Albertus Van Colline
There is one story that is quite dark. This dark story tells the story of a little boy who was about 12 years old. The boy was beheaded in a port. He died looking for his mother.
His name was Albertus Van Coline. He was born in Batavia. In the year 1943. At that time the Japanese had set foot on the land of the Dutch East Indies. The name Indonesia did not exist at that time. The three-color flag stopped flying.
Only the flag of the narrow-eyed yellow man fluttered so majestically on top of the buildings. It was the light that illuminated the Dutch East Indies.
The nippon killed a lot of white people. The fate of the bule invaders was tragic at the hands of the Nippons. There are many bodies in the lake. Many of the fallen heads were severed apart from his body.
At that time the Dutch East Indies really became like a blood field. There's not a single day of murder or falling bodies. There's always this news about the loss of one life.
Let's collect a little bit about this Albert. A little Dutch demon who came to Bella. When Bella set her foot on Mount Gede.
The adventure, he meets this ghost. A ghost that cries and has a cross-line in its neck area.
Albertus Van Colline, as you say. So, through the narrative I call you and your story. In that year. Let's enter the field again. Through the ability of the Barrel.
The entire Gautama family asked Albert to sit in one room. They sit on the couch. Albert asked them that day. He said,
"After Barend is known, I also want to be known! He seemed so happy when his name was called the Inlanders in prayer. So I, too, want to feel your prayers on my behalf and for me. So listen to my story! That your flag will not flutter magnificently if our invaders are not defeated. In that defeat, many lives were killed for free. It was the samurai that made me die and stopped my breath!" said Albert.
It was then that Laras began to close his eyes and the story about him would be written by Rahman. Here's story!
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Albertus Van Colline's
At that time the Dutch were completely paralyzed. Our only hope for the Netherlands is to return home.
Shelter is a place that torments us. We who used to live winged treasure money fell and became alive just like the Inlanders.
Pappa, when it comes home open the door. He went home to pick up Mamma. My mother fainted in her car.
I came down from the stairs. My mom is everything to me. My little family only has me. I was an only child. Just then, I who had just come down from my room asked Pappa.
"Pappa, what's wrong with Mamma?" I asked Pappa.
Pappa can only cry. He then put Mamma on the sofa. Ah, I still remember my sofa softly. Our living room is big. We are the leaders of the Dutch government.
You could say my family is one of the Dutch nobility. That's why I was born handsome! Better looking than Barend.
"Albert... Albert... Never leave the house! Watch, Mammamu. Pappa, go beat up those rotten demons!" said Pappa with a facial expression that is very saving anger.
I've never witnessed Pappa talk to me in such a high tone. That night I was still wearing my white shirt. My clothes were red and white like your flag at the moment.
Perhaps fate predicted that I would perish that dark night. That night, Mamma was still unconscious. And Pappa went upstairs. He's there taking a gun.
While going down the stairs. Pappa looks so angry. Weapons are cocked repeatedly. Then he headed towards the door.
Before the door closed Pappa turned towards me. He said to me slowly,
"My son, never get out of the house before Pappa comes back!" pappa said and then closed the door.
That night Pappa left. Out there a shootout happened. Silence, after an hour Pappa left. The clock shows twelve o'clock at night.
My blue eyeballs started glancing towards the door. Pappa's not here yet. I was still a child at the time. Teenagers who want to grow up.
I also slept next to Mamma in a sitting position. Whatever it is I'm not leaving my mom. This woman is so much I love her. He is the one who loves me.
But really dear. When I flew at four in the morning. I didn't find Mamma beside me.
Not a single bit of fear was perched in my chest. Pappa said we can't get out of the house before he comes back. But Mamma broke that.
No, Pappa still hasn't come home. I don't want to, Mamma is also leaving. Then, who will I live with.
When my hand opened the door. Lots of blood there. Three military men died. One is still dying. He's still making a sound. When my feet approached him. The man said,
"The Netherlands has lost! We're gonna die another slow down here?" smack me.
My heart's the path of taste. I don't really understand what that guy is saying. But, the situation is so very terrible.
His face was bleeding and the blood was still there. I know it must be very painful. Sorry, Uncle, I was just a plain human being who didn't even know what drugs were.
If at that time I was a doctor. Maybe helping you is my main goal. But I stepped out of the house. It's for my Mamm.
"Did you see a long-haired woman swaying? Her hair color is the same as mine, blonde. Is he here, Uncle? She's my Mamm, and I'm looking for her right now! Pappa said, we can't get out!" me telling him.
But what I saw at that moment was his breath stinging. He had his eyeballs bleached while groaning painfully. No la I saw his stomach no longer deflated.
I shook his body. Still, he did not move or respond. I who was very worried about Mamma also just ran. At that time my main destination was the pier. Docks, where passersby come and go.
I remember the pier. It's not far enough from my house. About fifteen minutes I walked.
In the distance I saw some Nippon. The three of them, they brought drinks in their hands. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they drink.
That day I did not know that Japan was the most vicious Dutch hater. I didn't know, when I asked about my Mamm. They just drove me somewhere.
My body was kicked until it hit the wall. My collar was forcibly pulled. I was slapped repeatedly with a rifle. The gun was heavy, it hurt really.
I can't even count how many times they hit and pulled and hit me with a rifle. Numbness felt like my jaws when blood started to spurt out.
A huge block was struck right into my head. I'm a glower, a firefly in front of my eyes. When my body falls. One of them smilingly grabbed me. Forcing me to squeal.
I heard Asahan's voice. Sounds like this I've heard. Maid in my house often sharpens sharp objects. And this is how it sounds.
The sound kept coming closer. Until my blurred vision at that time focused on a word whose sharp eyes were right in my direction.
I feel so sorry for my body right now. Mamma, where are you? May you survive? Mamma, Albert's gonna die here. I'm sorry Albert, can't take care of you! Mamma, I'm leaving!
Clashhhh
They pulled my hair back so I could look up. Showing my neck to him. I'm not slashed. But I was slashed, only half. My head didn't break, but it almost broke.
My blood fell there. Makes them laugh. I saw my body was so sad at the time.
I hate Nippon! Just like Barend. We the average Netherlands hates them.
This is my story, we children of the invaders. We don't know anything. We die for the mistakes made by our ancestors.
But now, I realize! What it means to colonize and colonize. Karma the Dutch. And I just want to tell you the natives. Inlander.
For what our ancestors did! Please forgive us! We have received many replies.
Through this, I greet you. From this 12-year-old boy. Hi, this is my story! Albert Van Colline.
Together with this Gautama Family, Me and Barend along with the Dutch ghost brought by Melissa. We will be on every adventure of this family.