New Year's Eve, Take My Future

New Year's Eve, Take My Future

"Please.. I beg you don't do this" I sobbed sadly but the man became even more

"Please don't do this" I screamed one last time. In the end, the man really had lost control because of drinking the illicit drink.

In the end, only tears brought me into a real life of suffering after the man I didn't know at all took my most precious thing. The man snatched it with the heart as if it was something that was nowhere to be found.

Bastard indeed, even the word b4jing4n is too good for him.

He considers something meaningless to rob him viciously to leave a very painful wound.

After that he left not caring more and more hurt. But believe me there is a revenge waiting to be avenged.

With tears in his eyes, he immediately put on his clothes and left this cursed place in silence so that no one would see him.

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"Akkh.. please don't do that"

With a rush of breath I woke up from a dream that felt real but the reality was something real as if the shadows kept bothering me into the dream.

In the blink of an eye, tears rolled down my cheeks, I was really depressed. I quickly grabbed a glass of water on the nightstand.

The real dream came back to haunt me again, reminding me of the events that night managed to rip open the d4d4 cavity, giving me unparalleled pain.

New Year's Eve those three words managed to make my world feel like it was collapsing considering the vile events that night.

"What's wrong?" I saw mom's shady face came in and sat next to me

"Try to be honest with mother, lately you seem very stressed, what's wrong?" asked mother gently rubbing my back.

I tried my best to hold back the sobs, but the tears were already falling. Fortunately, this room lacked light so my mother couldn't see me crying.

"Nothing's wrong buk.. maybe tired times" I replied slowly holding back the sobs so that it didn't come out at least I had to be strong in front of mom. even though behind it is like wood that has rotted for hundreds of years, ready to collapse. Well I'm that fragile.

"Well, go ahead and pray tahajjud.. I'm busy going out first, I'm not ready to talk to mom yet. At least complain to the creator" the mother came out after understanding what her daughter was feeling.

Sorry, this book is too painful to describe in words.

A sliver of regret suddenly came when my mother forbade me not to come on New Year's Eve with my friend Caca, but the rice had turned into porridge.

It started when my bar friend Caca invited me to celebrate New Year's Eve and at the same time celebrate graduation from high school, which is a few days away from taking my diploma.

When I got there, Caca left me out of nowhere. I, who didn't know the ins and outs of the pier beach, of course made me stuck.

Until finally a young man maybe the same age asked me to sit in front of a closed shop bench

At first it was just talking, there were a lot of young people who were going out laughing and joking.

But the man continued to give me a drink but I politely refused while he continued to drink it.

Until the atmosphere changed when the clock showed 2.12 the situation was getting quiet, even the two lovebirds were openly kissing without shame even though I knew they were not married.

"Why are you still silent, come on wuduh there" said mother suddenly came to break my daydream.

Stepping into the bathroom and turning the faucet until they competed to get out.

There I burst into tears and I grabbed my coarse hair until a few strands fell out of my hands.

It's a lie, if they say crying can reduce the tightness in the chest, in fact the tightness in my chest is getting worse.

Until finally I went back to my room and put myself in the blanket, I felt tired if I just kneeled on the prayer mat like I did before but life is getting worse.

The holy book was still neat as if it had not been touched for several days, the truth was that I was too lazy to read and practice it, my life already had no direction.

Let it be dirty and dusty because without brushing it feels like I'm already dirty. Even if I go back to prostrate to practice the book day and night what can change that night. New Year's Eve snatched my future.

He closed his eyes but soon the dream came back. It made me cry silently, fortunately, my room and mother's room was quite far away.

until finally my gaze caught the object on the nightstand. It seems fun to slash my neck with it.

Even if I die, take revenge before I return to my realm.

I laughed blandly ... that event has indeed made my senses lost even sadly away from the creator.

I'm not a religious child but that night I was still wearing the hijab but why did the man become more and more interested.

But have I been dirty as dirty as the dirt, I think the universe is always unfair to me

Since childhood, life without the love of a working father