I'm Dira or Ludira Arianasari, my both parents were passed away when I was kid. Now, I'm an orphan 19 years-old and live with nobody. Four years ago I lived with my grandmother and I killed her. Why? Did she wicked? No, nobody can guess. She didn’t like that whereas she was greatest motivator for me
Everyday of my life had drawn in Side Street of old town in Bandung, called Braga. Felt the night with a bottle of Vodka with my friends. Beside mohawk hair, skinny jacket and ripped jeans, we usually sang the song of Bunga Hitam, Sosial Sosial, Marjinal and other Punks Band. I couldn't out from that community. It's my source of happiness. Moreover when we sang Sosial Sosial song called "Pengianat". The lyric of that song was touching my heart than fuckin' mellow love song. "Ingatlah dimana kau berpijak, komunitaslah yang membesarkanmu/Berpikirlah kau dengan bijak, komunitaslah yang mendukungmu" that's my favorite quote of the lyric. Remember where you are, community guides you older. Think seriously, community supports you. That's simple translate.
Every three days I went back home. I saw big-mouth old lady and she always angry to me, but I used to swallowed and vomit her warning. There was being greatest fault of my life. It was sucks till appears hatred in my heart. I didn't care if she had a heart-attack. No love anymore for her. She always said to me to pray to our God to reach happiness. It's true but I didn't agree because I hate to hear the voice of her mouth. Anything she said is felt sucks if she had been labeled evil by my ears. But I realized it's true. Now in my mind just saved one sentence. How to throw her away from my life? I didn't have a power to do it.
In that night I saw her slept with tired condition. That was a chance to revenge the painful heart of mine. The only one way is shocking her. I couldn't smile and I couldn’t cry but I must do it. I bought some firecrackers (Ind: petasan) to shocked her and went back to my home. One, two, three, I threw it near my fuckin' grandmother. BOOM! And she lost her breath. She was screaming without sound. So funny but I couldn't laugh... So sadden but I couldn’t cry. But it had heard by some neighbors I ran away through the backdoor. They had found her without vein's beat. No sign that she is alive. I did it.
Anyone who's killed others people are biggest mistake and I thought I must pay it. After that night I went back to the kiosk where I bought the firecrackers again. 13 pieces was enough. I went to somewhere only I knew where I could admit my fault. There are so lonely, so old and so creepy place. There's one piece of paper and a needle. I want to leave my last message after that incident. I bitted my middle finger to dropped a plenty blood as the ink to write it. With the needle I wrote letter of my last message. I was laying my body and place the firecrackers on my stomach. I countdown... 13.. 12.. 11.. 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. I burn the firecrackers and BOOM! The firecrackers and my stomach were exploded. My flesh and blood were scattered in that place. Maybe someday, you'll find my message with 13 words. "Cherish your life, many people frustration because they wasted it in the world"
Everyday of my life had drawn in Side Street of old town in Bandung, called Braga. Felt the night with a bottle of Vodka with my friends. Beside mohawk hair, skinny jacket and ripped jeans, we usually sang the song of Bunga Hitam, Sosial Sosial, Marjinal and other Punks Band. I couldn't out from that community. It's my source of happiness. Moreover when we sang Sosial Sosial song called "Pengianat". The lyric of that song was touching my heart than fuckin' mellow love song. "Ingatlah dimana kau berpijak, komunitaslah yang membesarkanmu/Berpikirlah kau dengan bijak, komunitaslah yang mendukungmu" that's my favorite quote of the lyric. Remember where you are, community guides you older. Think seriously, community supports you. That's simple translate.
Every three days I went back home. I saw big-mouth old lady and she always angry to me, but I used to swallowed and vomit her warning. There was being greatest fault of my life. It was sucks till appears hatred in my heart. I didn't care if she had a heart-attack. No love anymore for her. She always said to me to pray to our God to reach happiness. It's true but I didn't agree because I hate to hear the voice of her mouth. Anything she said is felt sucks if she had been labeled evil by my ears. But I realized it's true. Now in my mind just saved one sentence. How to throw her away from my life? I didn't have a power to do it.
In that night I saw her slept with tired condition. That was a chance to revenge the painful heart of mine. The only one way is shocking her. I couldn't smile and I couldn’t cry but I must do it. I bought some firecrackers (Ind: petasan) to shocked her and went back to my home. One, two, three, I threw it near my fuckin' grandmother. BOOM! And she lost her breath. She was screaming without sound. So funny but I couldn't laugh... So sadden but I couldn’t cry. But it had heard by some neighbors I ran away through the backdoor. They had found her without vein's beat. No sign that she is alive. I did it.
Anyone who's killed others people are biggest mistake and I thought I must pay it. After that night I went back to the kiosk where I bought the firecrackers again. 13 pieces was enough. I went to somewhere only I knew where I could admit my fault. There are so lonely, so old and so creepy place. There's one piece of paper and a needle. I want to leave my last message after that incident. I bitted my middle finger to dropped a plenty blood as the ink to write it. With the needle I wrote letter of my last message. I was laying my body and place the firecrackers on my stomach. I countdown... 13.. 12.. 11.. 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. I burn the firecrackers and BOOM! The firecrackers and my stomach were exploded. My flesh and blood were scattered in that place. Maybe someday, you'll find my message with 13 words. "Cherish your life, many people frustration because they wasted it in the world"
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