Go home.
Chapter 1
I'm not scared.
every human being is identified with five emotions, happy, sad, afraid, disappointed and angry, I have only four emotions. I have no fear.You think that's nonsense? A joke? No. gabe.
That night, in the rain, at the bottom of the dark moss-covered Sumatran jungle, a monstrous monster took away my fear. His red eyes, his hunting snort, his shiny fangs when struck by the light of lightning, had split open my chest, letting out a sense of trepidation. Since then, twenty years have passed, I have no longer known the definition of fear.
I'll tell you everything so you understand.
This is my life, and I don't care what your judgment is. I don't live to be happy
other people, let alone spend time listening to other people's comments.
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This story began twenty years ago. I'm five since morning, my hometown is crowded.
Two months more rice fields rain will harvest, green paddy seen on the slopes of the hills.High forest over it, covered in fog. The leaves are still wet, the dew decorate the edges. The air feels cold.
Three cars with four wheels
mud covered in front of Father's house. Only certain cars can pass through the steep streets of the row hills, after heavy rain last night.some people jump from the cars, they wear boots, thick pants, jackets, hats, look
gallant, and most of all, they carry rifles. They're not spears, they're carrying weapons belonging to military forces.
I rubbed my face against the spider web.My father, shuffled down from the stairs, held on, dragged his paralyzed leg one, laughed wide at the entourage.I rarely saw my Father, who was sickly, laugh afterwards. Usually he nags more, gets angry. One of the group approached, it seemed like their leader, also laughed loudly. They hugged, patted the shoulder. Like an old friend.
“Syahdan, a long time ago we did not meet.” said the person.
“Bad, Shahdan. Last night, we were almost lost, one of my cars was almost rolled over by the valley
our plan was delayed "the car was carrying three hunting dogs. "God! How's the story you can stay here, Shahdan? Far from anywhere, like at the end of the earth. It's hard to find him. And become a farmer? Since when
people who only know fighting can plant rice, huh? You hit him?”
“Long story, Young Tauke.” You laugh again.
I know who this group is, I've been told by you since a month ago. There will be hunters from the city who come, they will hunt***wooden. Our village is not like a village
the ones you know. We call it gutters. There were only two or thirty wooden stilt houses,
it is far apart from the garden or yard.
This year, **** forest complicates us,
they were many, and invaded the fields. If not
overcome, the hard-earned rice fields treated can be damaged perish. Although every night the rice fields are guarded, filled with repellent cans, also circled the fence
sturdy, the result is free.****-*** it always has a way of entry, and they are not afraid of the sound of cans, their number is tens or maybe hundreds. The village elders have given up.
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