Hero Jentaka

Chp.1 Male centenarian

A centenarian man was seen curled up inside his dark, cramped room. No fentilation in the room made no air exchange and also no light entering the room in it to make the place feel cold and stuffy filled with crowded.

Hukk. hukk.

Not even the slightest desire for him to get out of that bed. All the things that he had failed to win at this time had become regrets that crystallized in his mind and heart.

His life is full of self-loathing and self-love.

The centenarian man slowly opened his eyes which indeed from the beginning he was not sleeping but just forced himself to sleep, he had been in the room for months and lay on his bed without eating.

The fabric that became the bedding for his bed was repeatedly wet and dry because of his own sweat to give off a rather foul odor and filled with dust mites.

Cockroaches and centipedes are often seen walking and creeping before his eyes but all he does is let the animals live and breed in his room.

The old man felt a hot wind coming in through his nose but the old body was cold and the occasional pulse in his head and stomach felt from holding back hunger.

Cold sweat also re-wetted the cloth that became his bed. The man's cough sounded heavier all the time.

The stench and rodent droppings no longer smelled in his nose. Even until almost the entire floor in the room is now filled with rat droppings and others that have dried on the spot, he said, but the old man seemed not to be bothered by the smell and had never once been seen cleaning it.

'Is this the end of my life? Alone in a dark and narrow space with the regrets I suffered, ' The man asked again about the truth in every decision of his life that he took in the past.

From the bed of the centenarian man then raised both hands and saw skin wrinkles and blackish green veins spread behind the skin of his hands that were very thin.

'This very self, where is this gallant temperament and handsome face that I once had?'

'straight.dry.there won't be a single girl who likes me..' The man cursed in his heart lamenting destiny.

The man who had entered the age of twilight was seen daydreaming staring at the nanar towards one corner of the room, lying to the right and slamming his head with his hands.

'why yes, I used to think that everyone hated me and no one else really cared about me'

'Does no one really care about me?'

Instantly, a memory flashed through his head. The man started to hold his head which hurt. His heart and lungs were tight and painful as if pierced by a sword drawn to him.

Memory brought her back to the time about over a hundred years ago when she first met the people who sacrificed so much to her first.

'I don't think I just feel hate and resentment after remembering many people who used to die just for me'

This man was once a member of the military elite of the government and several times passed through life and death battles for the peace of his country but now the conditions are very sad.

It was unexpected that fate was so cruel to him, repeatedly he found unfair treatment many times he did not find luck and ended up failing.

His life was full of pain and suffering.

'Failure, regret, grudge and misfortune merge into one'

The old man smiled wryly. 'Forming myself.'

'It seems like there was once another color besides black that came to fill my life..'

What the centenarian man did when he remembered those faces was just smiling awkwardly feeling embarrassed and closing his eyes which were now starting to feel hot.

-

"Later, we have a house that has a large garden huh? The cat has a lot of pianos" said a woman while hugging the man in front of her from behind.

"Hmm. I want to keep planting lots of flowers in our backyard, pet rabbits, have a sewing machine."

The man glanced at the girl's face from the rearview mirror of his motorcycle. "Suturing machine? What's for?" Ask the man to the girl who was hugging him.

The woman seemed to think. "Yaa.. for sewing clothes.. for what? Many"

"Maybe for now I have to admit I'm not good at sewing machines but someday, I want to have a sewing machine in our house so that our family does not need to buy clothes in the mall or clothing store anymore.

I will buy fabric materials and continue to make clothes of my own creation. You must be happy, you can ask me to make clothes as you wish. And later.."

"What?" Ask the man to have the girl in his arms finish her speech.

"I have ideals, ehh. no no.."

The woman shook her head. "I promise, I promise you when we get married. I promise no one else can tie your shoelaces, except me."

The woman's words managed to make the man touched. She then grabbed the hand that was embracing her waist and kissed it meaningfully.

The rest of them just laugh and tell other things while occasionally being seen looking at each other through the rearview mirror and laughing again.

"Yes promise?" Asked the woman while putting her head on the shoulders of the man who was in front of her.

"Promise for what?"

The woman hugged stronger. "Promise to be happy with me later, after we get married."

The man nodded slowly. "Are you not happy with me now?"

The woman did not answer but rather hugged the man even warmer and closed her eyes while feeling the night breeze and the flush of city lights.

-

The centenarian man let out a long sigh of inexhaustibility to himself who still had time to remember those times in his current condition.

Though there is something else he needs to think about, namely his mental condition and health at this time even his breathing has felt very heavy.

The old man, who had previously been lying down, was seen trying to get up from his sleep and then sitting on the edge of the mattress.

The old man grabbed the drawer that was right beside his bed and took out a piece of paper that now looked slightly yellowed and had a coffee stain in it.