Return of Romantic Artists

Destruction In Do’aku 1

In the quiet silence of the night I’a prayer to god, do’a that I always say in every prostration and prayer. do’a it is only me and god who know, but, I don't want even I was also afraid if I told do’a that although only limited to vent to look for encouragement do’a it will not be realized. then I just harbored everything myself. harboring a feeling that had made me tired to live, harboring a sense that had made me think that God was not in line with me, harboring a sense that had made me hate the destiny that God had outlined to me.

Day after day, month after month, year after year I experience it, not even a single day without a tear drop. Happiness can only be spread by compulsion. The pain I was feeling.

Not money I want but comfort and happiness. I don't know why God gave me this destiny.

If I tell you everything I feel, everything I go through, whether the people around me will still be by my side or otherwise they will be uncomfortable even not to see me anymore.

Everything I've been through started since I sat on the Kindergarten bench. I'm known for people who are too mature in their thinking. They always introduce me to negative things that have a severe impact on my thinking and my future. At that time I still did not understand what they wanted to show me. I enjoy playing and making friends with them.

One day when I was sitting in the Elementary School I was introduced to a man who was in the Second Grade Junior High, call him Reno. I don't know what God's purpose was to introduce me to Reno.

I was met by Reno while I was walking on my way home from school. I was resting in a shop. I bought a drink there.

“Excuse me sir, any mineral water?” my question as I rubbed the sweat on my forehead.

“There, just a minute,” replied the seller with a friendly smile to me.

“Oh yes, how many pack?” I asked while receiving the mineral water.

“Five thousand aja neng”.

I drank the water I bought and rested for a while. Then suddenly a little boy fell off his bike. Suddenly I was shocked quickly and swiftly I immediately ran to help a child who fell not far from me.

Soon a man in a messy uniform came up to me, he helped me to help the little boy. Me and the man drove a little boy named Doni to his house.

After arriving at the doni house, I immediately said goodbye to leave but the man held me by grasping my wrist. He invited me to meet. He is reno. Reno offered to drive me home.

After a few years of being friends with Reno, I finally found out who Reno really is and what Reno looks like.

This is the beginning of my life so messy. Messy because of the abuse Reno did to me. I can only be silent. I can't express the feelings I was feeling at the time. I can only cry.

I can't resist it because I've been shrouded in fear by his threat that forbids me from telling any misfortune. For months I felt like I was broken. I thought there was no bright future anymore, no more calm words in my heart.