Darkside Of Heroes

The Muramous City of Sarikarto

The dim light of the afternoon began to fade, covered tired and tight skyscrapers. dusk so quickly ended without any sunset that can be enjoyed.

The dark of the night began to creep down as the dim light of the street lights began to shine. Various shilouete objects and debris sprung from the darkness giving the impression of shabby every corner of the street. Rasping garbage of unused rombeng goods, charred cars leftover riots fill the void corner of the city of Sarikarto in the way of heroes.

The atmosphere of Dusk is so quiet as usual, but this time there is something else. somehow it feels quieter, making me dissolve in fretting about the dark conditions of this city life.

Jalan Pahlawan, political center, Sarikarto city government office, parliament building and various government institutions are along this road, but the transfer of the hero road looks sparkling and bright, bright, instead it was so grim and seedy like a narrow alley where various junkyards and garbage were scattered.

huuuf........

With a long sigh, I sipped a warm tea that I almost forgot I ordered 15 minutes ago.

glek..

" loh beh I order warm tea.. kok jadiny adhem bgini tea?.." I asked Babeh parto.

" lha ya adhem.. dibikinke even ndomblong mas.. ngamunin ex yo?... hahaha" joked babeh mocked my behavior.

huff,

the warmth of tea, the only thing I expected to calm my twilight was not found. It was very somber atmosphere of this city, no wonder the crime rate is so high is really frustrating.

all of a sudden..

"BABYARRRRR!!!"

the sound of a powerful explosion sounded so deafening.In a split second angkringan babeh tent was shaken by the shock wave of the explosion earlier..

what the hell is going on???

to be continued ....