Mastenges

176. Letter to the Typhoon

The pensive cyclone stared at the last long barrel weapon left on the table. His entire body trembled, tears welling up in his eye pelup hidden behind protective glasses. Until he was jolted because he was reprimanded by the prosecutor's executor. He quickly grabbed the long-barreled weapon, which he himself did not know whether it contained a sharp bullet that would kill his own father-in-law, or a hollow bullet that did not kill his father-in-law.

The cyclone walked into the ranks of the executors, carrying the weapon. His eyes looked at Pongki who kept staring at him. His heart was like pierced with an indelible. Tears continued to flow and wet his glasses. Sweat poured from all over his body. A very heavy challenge from Pongki, inevitably he lived, as a last request from his in-laws.

Typhoon is not exhausted with that ridiculous request. Although Pongki had already said what the reason was. But the question in his brain kept spinning, why should he?

The Typhoon saw the Prosecutor ransacking Pongki's body and getting a letter. From Pongki's words and the look in his eyes, Typhoon knew that Pongki could recognize him. The Prosecutor began to give a warning, shortly after the prosecutor pocketed a letter from Pongki. Just then, the Typhoon raised its weapon facing the sky. His eyes kept staring at the sad eyes of Pongki who kept staring at him.

"Ready!"

Hearing the cue, Typhoon lowered his weapon towards the target with a position ready to shoot towards the heart of the target. The Typhoon's body was getting trembling, even feeling limp. However, because he was on duty and carrying out the last request from Pongki, he still tried to focus and support the heavy weapon properly and correctly.

"Foot!"

Finally, the order came from the prosecutor's lips. For a second, the Typhoon belatedly detonated its weapon. Until he saw some bullets had stopped in Pongki's chest. At that time, the Typhoon exploded its firearm. It was Typhoon doing just to make sure, not the bullet that caused Pongki's death. But beyond his expectations. It turned out that the bullet was what made Pongki no longer move. The last bullet that Typhoon fired was the bullet that caused Pongki's death. At that moment his entire body was squeezed, until the weapon in his hand almost fell on the ground. Typhoon tears are getting heavier, especially when the medical team gives a signal that Pongki is no longer alive.

"Dissolve!" The commanding officer walked to the table and laid down the weapon he had just used to shoot Pongki. Followed by all members, except Typhoon. The Typhoon approached the Prosecutor and turned his hand to the Prosecutor. Then the Prosecutor gave himself a letter from Pongki. Then the cyclone went out from before the Prosecutor and put his weapon on the table. Then he rushed to follow his team to be taken somewhere, to win himself and undergo examination in accordance with the procedure.

Tears accompanied the steps of the Typhoon involved gontai. Her father-in-law died at his own hands. It was heavy what he went through. Mainly keep this matter secret to his in-laws, wife and children for the rest of his life.

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Pov Pongki's

His body trembled, his knees felt no longer able to support his old body. His hands were tightly tied at the execution pole. His eyes continued to stare at the Typhoon standing 5 meters in front of him with a weapon pointing at him. However, Pongki tried to smile. Yes, that smile he gave to his son-in-law, Typhoon.

All the holy verses and praise and praise the Lord, as he recites in his heart. It was this path that he chose to end his journey in this mortal world. The calm he began to feel, as if it spread from his heart to his entire body. Convinced that this choice was the best choice for him, resigned and felt there was a Typhoon there made himself ready to receive a sharp bullet that would soon penetrate his heart. Stopping the heartbeat that kept him alive all this time.

"Foot!"

Duarrrrrr.r...!

A sense of heat, intense pain penetrated Pongki's heart. However, this did not make him lose his life. He was still staring at the Typhoon that started shooting bullets at him. His eyes were sharp and his breath was cut off. Until finally there was a follow-up shot, and the bullet stuck sharply in his heart that was already difficult to beat. Instantly, his sight was dark. His breath stopped, his life separated from the body.

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The storm pensive, alone in a corner of a special room, waiting for his turn to be examined by a psychiatrist. The vest and all the equipment that was the SOP when he became the executor he had released and was lying beside him. In his hand was a scroll of paper which he still kept looking at. For a long time he tried to dare to open the paper. At the end of the day, he decided to read the letter.

To my daughter-in-law Typhoon.

Everything we start, we have to end. All of that is our responsibility for what we do, even with me.

What is seen from men is their responsibility. What is kept from a man is his words and promises.

Me, proud of you. You are able to get rid of people like me, for this beloved country. My decision to bless you with my only child is something I never regret. From you, I learned a lot about a better life. Because of you, I came back to know God and left my bad life.

Son, be the parent responsible for my granddaughter Jagat, and later her sisters. Be a good husband and priest to my only child, Bella. I leave my responsibility to you. I'm also leaving my wife, Berta. Take care of him, until death brings me and him back there.

Typhoon, I'm sorry for all my mistakes. Especially suing you to carry out this execution. I just want you to know, if a man, should be ready to face whatever challenges are ahead of him. Whatever problems are preventing it.

I know, it's so hard for you. But know that you are the greatest man I have ever met. Your responsibility is incredible. Your maleness is indisputable. I died carrying pride over you and I exchanged it with another responsibility for you to shoulder after this.

Love my children, my wife, my grandchildren, as much as I love them. I trust you completely. Because of you, the man who never once broke a promise.

Your father-in-law, Pongki Susilo.

Typhoon sobbed great after reading the letter. He squeezed the letter in his trembling hands. Until a medical personnel approached him and brought Typhoon to a special room and prioritized to be examined first. The typhoon could not help but endure the suffering and inner wounds he was feeling. So heavy was the ordeal he received and went through at this time. Especially mentally shaken because he became the cause of death in-laws themselves.

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Someone once said, when we hurt the people we love. We are hurting ourselves, and that is true.

Pongki gave a lesson to the Typhoon on that. With hope, in the future, the Typhoon will never be able to hurt his loved ones. Especially Bella.

- De'rini