Travel Stories
The Legacy How is it?
*April 23rd 1978
If you want to know my opinion?
It's CRAZY!
Parents love children to the devil just because they want to be rich! Fill the heads of these people what???
If you want to be rich, WORK AND WORK!!! Instead of bringing mori cloth and sow flowers to find a piece of furniture!
It's totally incomprehensible...
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April 25th 1978
They were pig-headed, monkey-headed, carrying a rambunctious boy, covered in semen and black-faced in fine clothes, riding in a fancy car, laughing carelessly.
Really pity...
If only they had known that the treasure belonged to their grandchildren and the impending consequences would have been terrible for them and their descendants, would they still have done this?
The gebleg!
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May, 01 1978
They said I was not sane...
Well, that's okay, because I think they're more sane. I'm crazy because my eyes don't see the same things as other people, but at least my heart and mind are still in place... Unfortunately, even though their eyes see things that are not much different from most people, their hearts and minds are clouded with lust.
Working with demons.
And I'm crazy according to them...
I was confused whether I should laugh or cry..
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Almost all of the early sheets of the book contained various outpouring of upset father. It seems that he has the same ability as me*, Kay's mind while continuing to read the contents of the book that is getting longer so it feels like someone's scolding is so irritated by conditions that he can not change.
But the contents of the next sheets caught Kay's attention, softening her face in a smile wrapped in sadness, as the contents of the book began to tell her about how her parents met, fell in love with each other until finally getting married.
Dad was always neat and thorough. Even after marriage, he still routinely fills this journal
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As time passed, the young man laughed as he sometimes shed tears reading the contents of the early parts of the book.
Through his father's writing, he felt that he knew his parents better. The various feelings and events contained in the book make him feel much better, even though he has not found anything he wants to look for. Kay had only discovered a few things she wanted to know after the Journal entered the dates after her own year of birth, and apparently, she did not like what she was reading at all...
May, 03 1998
Is there not enough human life that he has lost before, so he must do this?
No matter how, I have to stop the old man, whatever the consequences!
I hope I can survive this.. Kay is not yet one year old...
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June, 03 1998
I'm staying late...
How many lives have been lost???
Duh, Wrestling...
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May of 1998?
Wasn't that time the country was in chaos that claimed many lives? But what does this have to do with dad???
Kay found it strange to the contents of the book, but it was the last sheet to contain my father's diary. After a few blank sheets, the new cover that was bound to the journal book greeted him.
If you read this, it means I can't protect you any further, Kay...
If there's still any apology left in your heart for this useless father of yours, please forgive me. Your ability is unstoppable, which I thought, though I didn't expect.
Maybe you'll ask me why I'm always trying to be indifferent and downplay everything you see and hear, trying to replace it with credible scientific explanations, which I hope, I hope, it will make you not believe in the existence of the world. In the hope that the power, somehow, will fall asleep without ever waking up again, but it seems that it is just an empty dream, and with the existence of this book in your hands, it is certain that all my planning failed miserably.
Your grandfather made a pact with Satan in his youth. His desire to become a linuwih figure, took him far into the realm that he should not have gone to. Kay chuckled at Arborite's cynical scolding that filled her consciousness. It's okay he nags as he pleases, as long as he doesn't disappear. Although reluctant, Kay enjoys this togetherness.
Knowledge that throws the brain into fights and fights cries out endlessly, with conscience as its enemy.
"Huh.ha.ha... What a humour that is far from funny." Kay sighed lethargic without being able to hide the vibrations in her voice. Tired of soul-wracking, he threw the old book at the table in front of him. The small house that has presented a sense of comfort for the past few days seems to squeeze it strong.
What a great reality... I can understand with Tuyul, Blind Ijo, Babi ngepet and many others, lha but this is Satan you know??!
What did Grandpa think at that time anyway???
Not just spirits, apprentices, genies, or little ghosts, IT'S SATAN!!!
Damn*!!
Various thoughts with negative charges collided strongly in his brain. Along with his knowledge of the Ancient Scriptures that he learned from the Arborites, Kay knew that astral beings also had rank, or status, or caste, or whatever they wanted to call it, but Satan is a completely different thing. This one is completely outside of all that existence...
God fucking. God fucking. Damn it!!!
Kay cursed in her heart while hitting her head. He seemed so frustrated with the reality, the truth that really made him unable to say anything but swear with resignation.
What is this legacy???