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What Could Be Wrong From Another World

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A hero?

"sigh...."

breath in...

breath out...

breath in.......

breath out..........

"this is why you shouldn't take your mom words as a joke.."

just a day before,

i just back from working.

not even yet untied my shoes, she greet me with a story.

she told me that she dreamed seeing a big bird with a very long tails flying and soaring into the sky.

i just laugh it off that time, she dreamed a lot of silly things lately..

ignoring her, i put my bag and run to the bathroom to have shower.

the next morning, geting up early.

i was sorting my tools and supplies in the back terrace.

put it orderly and inspect it carefully.

not long after, my mom is coming with two cups of drink, a tea and my favorite black coffee without sugar.

"is it the bird again mom?

at least the bird is not crashing down right? whats more, im not even a bird?"

acting nonchalantly i turned on the electric sharping grinder, pick a hunting knife that i thought it starting to dull and sharpen it.

"ssscccrachhhh...."

making rather loud sound i tried to ignore my mom who put the coffee on the table and grabbing a chair to sit on.

seeing me sit quietly and sharping my tools she knows that i preparing to go.

she start to drink her tea not far from my place, watching the garden relaxly and start her naratif that i hear for a lot of times.

i mean.. it's not the first time she acting wierd like this..

"you know, since you can walk by your own feet i need to be really carefull to you. from the early age, only a second u left my shight and u will be gone somewhere."

"i wonder.. where does that free soul of yours is inherit from.. since your father.. even if his job is archeologist, he never like going out far and loved to stay at home and teaching in the campus if he can you know?"

"yeah sure he is, untill he got provoked and doing stupid reaserch right?"

"do you still have a grudge dear?"

"no, not at all. when i grew up, i know how naughty i am when i was a kid."

"you are never changed are you..?"

"hmphh.."

even if it's obvious, i tried to shift the conversation.

my dad..

he used to be abusing father.

when i was a little, he always beat me with his belt every time i make a problem.

i remember when i was 12 years old, i come back late at night after i got carried away by logistic truck heading to other town, my mom is worried sick.

thougt that i was beeing kidnaped by someone.

after 3 hours stucked at the cargo, when the truck is stoped and unloading, i run to the nearest police station and ask for help, then i was escorted to my house that night.

arrived at my house and go out from the car,

i see my mom crying, and my frustrated dad trying to calm her down infront of the house.

then, not even tried to call them.

instead, i try to hide and start to run to other direction (instinctly).

but my dad eyes chaught me first, since the police car is too eye catching anyway.

then,

then i start to run like my life is on the line, and dad chased me like a mad man ready to chomp me like a hungry lion.

i was chaught not long after and he really beat me up to rag.

he can be so kind to other people and loved by surrounding neighbor as how kind natured he is.

'i wonder how come he can beat me like a dog tough I'm his son?'

'maybe i just beeing too spoiled that days'

a bit guilty.. after all those problems i caused (many times),

i had to confess that i was a naughty kid that always have free spirit and cause problems to my surrounding.

always venturing, always curious without thinking the consequences.

"did u miss him mom?"

i can see her lonely face..

she couldn't hide it even after years from the day my dad went missing.

he was gone when i was still elementary school.

"yeah.. why you asked me an obvious question son?"

said mom with a smile on her face, i see wrinkles on her face, but she still beautyful since age doesn't change your face line.

"sorry mom, i guess i missed him too"

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silence..

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i have no more materials to talk about, since my dad missing on the black wood mountain when he research certain ruin, i was obsessed to find him since that day and still haven't moved on.

from learning survival technique, self defense, training my body, pile up knowledge from reading dad's books, journals and notes that lefted behind.

even tough i know i wasted my youth i can't stop it.

the reason I can't moved on u asked?

"my coffee please?"

"here"

"thankyou"

taking a sip my bitter coffee, i start to remember his figure who drank coffee every morning on balcony.

it's giving me akward feeling..

"aahhh... your coffee is always satisfying mom, delicious!"

from my junior high school, i always climb to that mountain, hoping one day to see him again..

or at least...

find his remain...