Recycling

Hypocritical Cowboy

If I am allowed to choose my life's destiny. I would choose to be a hypocritical cowboy, living in an unmodern age. I'll run with the horse. The mighty desert divides the sahara. Shouting is louder than just a speech that contains false sentences.

Shouts of cowboys blaring in the sahara desert. Look there is a monster who wants to devour it. “You can't run anywhere, cowboy.” The monster grinned, laughing.

I laughed too. “Hhaha..You are a small creature, dare to face a cowboy like me? In my eyes, you're nothing more than a self-destructive monster.”

“What? You said I didn't know myself! How dare you, who are you? Haah, only humans that I can easily step on!”

In this world, man. There are many people, summed up and contemplated, in fact I am now only making one piece that accuses among those people of having a monster-like heart.

Right now I was facing off, clashing with the ferocious monster before me. Strangling with a voice that was like a woman clamping on the sidelines of the classroom.

I grinned back. “Monster, we can't fight. I'm just defending something I want to defend. If you attack, I will attack you back.”

Look how much I am a hypocrite. When I say it is very different from what is in my mind. Even in my mind now angry as I said annoyance, I wanted to kill the monster and imagine it ending up dead in the barren sand and burned directly by the sunlight.

“Koboi, you're so confident saying that to me. It's a desert, I'm the ruler here, you're just a hitchhiking in my territory, you have no right to be arrogant.”

“Bogged? Monster, you're talking nonsense. Looks like your eyes are cataracts and your ears are clogged. You misjudged me, you misjudged it, fool!”

“You never read his looks!” The monster mocked me illiterate.

Yes, it is true. I am a free cowboy who lives as I please. Picking my way by sitting on a horse saddle. He has the right to judge me. Even the ocean remains silent echoing with big waves at the end of grief, Nestapa lerai.

I told you I was a hypocritical cowboy. Famous in the northern peninsula there as a person who deceives many people. I deny whatever is in front of me, choose to live my own way of thinking and so on. I don't like being accused of such pretentious style.

“I've made sure, cowboy. You're illiterate, you never read!” The monster snarled towards the sky.

AARRRGHH!

I held onto the hat that was about to be released because the cry of the monster made the wind blow even louder than anything I was currently feeling. If you want to know, I am Narak who has the imagination of being the wild cowboy of my life.

Never thought I'd fall into college circles per year. Feel a different atmosphere. I miss my hometown, miss how the woman who became my dream.

“I admit myself..O monster, I am just a cowboy living my own life, I don't like being accused like that, you just accuse and don't know the real thing!”

“Accusers? Heh, if I'm not mistaken I remember. You're that hypocritical cowboy, aren't you? You're famous all over my country, you've cheated a lot of people and traveled to save yourself!” The monster looked at me even more.

“You're right, I'm a hypocritical cowboy. So, what do you want?”

“I want to kill you, cowboy!”

The monster was running towards me with its sinister face that was said to be now I wanted to shout out loud.

From that moment the hypocritical sentence was no longer my pride, I felt that I had lived beyond the limits. Said the monster made me aware of one thing.

Every soul that has breath will feel death. When that death came, I could not deny it and the destiny of life had ended on a long note.

I now regret my life. From my teens I grew up as a hypocritical cowboy who himself was even proud of the name, famous throughout the desert region. The monster's claw I didn't expect to hit my arm, I tried to dodge with all my abilities and ran to protect myself.

Life and death are as interconnected as day and night, that is a real certainty that will occur at a time determined by the Almighty.

In a time that is no longer the same, it is likely that I will sink into a bottom that has no direction. In terms of my longing for one of the women I've always missed.

To contemplate and make a deal with myself that I would become an ordinary human being who lives by not taking care of others, living by not taking care of others.

I want to live as usual helping others and extend a light favor with a piece of gold gem. Those precious memories made my tears drop. In my life I never felt I knew what a precious memory was, what it was togetherness that made me know so much about the meaning of sharing and the meaning of a smile.

That monster is right I am an arrogant person. All this time I was illiterate, not seeing myself, I was born orphaned without a father or mother. How am I supposed to live all this time?

To live my day feels like a tree trying to be strong, alone without anyone near me. If you want to know more about my life, just imagine a cowboy whose hypocrisy has crossed the line.

I deceive others with a happy face and my smile followed by laughter which is all but a lie, I am really proud to succeed in deceiving others in a accepting style, yet deep inside I was expressing my vexation very loudly and no one could hear it. If I could have rhymed, I would have chanted one verse or hundreds of verses just to explain it in one beautiful word.

I still dodged the monster's attack that couldn't wait to kill me. Just before I told him that if the monster attacked me, I would attack him back.

I don't know why I feel empty now. My sanubiku seemed to have been slapped by the words of the monster. Maybe what deserves to be called a monster is not him, but I am the one who should deserve to be called a monster.

I looked at my horse there. The distance of ten meters for me who had trained for a long time was not far. I jumped as if flying in the sky, riding on a horse.

The monster was now far behind and was still chasing me. I braced the restraint and spurred the horse to run. Run away from the monster.

The sand was now swept away by the horse's feet. Rumbled wind around me hit my face and made my hair sway, marching parallel. My hair won't come off because it's real hair. The tightness of the horse running like it was splitting the desert made me scream in a loud voice, looking up at the sky. Hiya, I'm free!

I looked back at the monster who was also shouting because he could not chase me. “Hei, cowboy. Don't run, you're nothing more than a coward! Haaaah, how dare you just run and be afraid to face me.”

“Basic kauuu tenguuuuut!”

THE GRRRAAARR!

The voice of the monster blared in the blue sky. I don't care, whether you call me a coward or a hypocrite, other people just look outside, they don't know what I'm feeling. All this time I was a hypocrite who was good at hiding everything.

If I want to talk about all this, man. I made sure that this would contain a lot of paper, would contain hundreds of pages, it would also be boring and seem more.

I don't have to explain anything to anyone else. For me people who really know me, they don't need an explanation of whether I'm a good person or a bad person. Because they can see it for themselves and have the right to harm me or leave me.