Chapter 18
Sam
The Eternal Capital is a modern city where people are always busy with the hustle and bustle of life, every hour, every minute is bustling with traffic coming and going, everywhere there were countless motorcycles, cars running around after another like group nest ants broken.
Each road is clearly divided, and each traffic point has green and red lights to signal clear as day, but only those spiral roads that soar from the bottom to the suspension bridge, people will go to the right place because there is no other choice, from suburban dirt roads or city roads, street roundabout, to highways, most vehicles navigate they move at will.
The street was often frightened because a group of young people squeezed the clutch, stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, the motorcycle did not move, or slowed down, made a loud noise, move zigzag and the motorcycle exhaust shot sparks. A crowd of teenagers dared to overtake in front of the car and caused accidents.
The most frustrating thing is the traffic jam during rush hour. Every afternoon at 4 o'clock, almost every street is packed with cars, and even half a wheel can't move. A lot of drivers are impatient and honk their horns repeatedly.
The drivers became impatient and honked continuously. Taxi customers were even more impatient. Those who came to visit home were even more angry. The chronic illness in the capital made Sam's blood surge wildly, and he cursed loudly:
- Its old grandmother, is this Capital what kind of cage, go to every fuck is the same![1]
The driver glanced at Sam in the rearview mirror in the car, which showed a boy with a large nose, thick, glossy lips synchronized with copper-brown skin, eyebrows are in the shape of a machete, tails curved to the corners of the eyes agile wise and fiery.
The driver smiled as he watched Sam's face completely change, he was no longer playing naughty, joking, showing his teeth as white and neat as corn kernels, instead, he had an attitude of stabbing with a bayoneted more than a mercenary. The two of machete eyebrows slanted down irritable eyes revealing the attitude of "don't tease me". The driver smiled, said to the familiar guest:
- How many times have you been to this place and you're still not familiar with it?
Sam raised the edge of his mouth and retorted:
- Damn, familiar or unfamiliar, have repeated this billions of times, I still curse it like the first time.
Next to Sam was a copper-brown man with a bald head without hair. The wide mouth had a deep scar on the edge, thick and dense caterpillar-eyebrows, bright big eyes, and a straight nose bridge that curled sharply at the tip nose. His face was fierce, and his muscular body had to slide down on back, lowering its head to avoid hitting the ceiling of the car.
The rolling muscles like Rambo want to tear the three-hole shirt and sleeveless leather jacket. He wore stretchy army camouflage pants over his big legs and strong thighs, click tongue, breathed at Sam's aggressive personality:
- Shut up, I'm angry about the traffic jam and I hear you chattering, I going crazy!
Sam raised his middle finger:
- Shut up, old man! You're even more talkative!
The man rolled his eyes at Sam, waved his hand and patted him on the head:
- Uneducated guy! I am your father!
Sam held his head and cried out:
- The father of the cage![2] What kind of father is this, every time he touches, he hits son again!
The father, with a red face and purple ears, cursed his son for being insolent. The driver was familiar with this scene, and every time he went to the capital, the comic father and son would ask him to drive.
It was the same every time. Usually the father and son played happily, but when they got angry they would curse at each other to the point of swinging the dog leash.
He wanted to laugh but didn't dare, his throat still chuckled like crazy, and then he was startled to hear Sam shout:
- Damn, I can't ride in a car anymore, roller skating is more fun.
Sam often play crazy but the driver was surprised when other side asked to get off the bus:
- You want to slide from here to there? That's six kilometers. The road is still blocked.
Sam still cursed loudly:
- Mother monkey, I won't wait any longer! My older brother is waiting for me and I'm stuck here, I can't get to him in time! - He opened the door and patted his ass on the old man's face - Old father sit there and wait until the Martian New Year! Hahahaha…
The father slaps Sam's butt and pushes him out:
- Get the fuck you mother out of here!
Sam fell onto someone else's motorcycle and found out that the owner was a girl with measurements that matched those of Miss World. The frowning face immediately became happier, the eyes were brighter than the car lights, the right eye was raised to stare huge breasts. The left eye lowered to shine on the curved and plump buttocks that were sunken on the saddle.
He pretended to lose his balance and rushed forward to pinch her hips, pressing his face against her breasts to inhale, with a lewd smile on his face like a perv guy.
The girl hadn't had time to react before he touched her, so her face turned redder than the gac fruit. She pushed him away angrily and slapped him in the face:
- You bastard pervert!
Sam rubbed red handprints on his face and looked at her with a mischievous smile. Everyone around turned to Sam. The girl raised her hand and slapped him again. She stopped midway and stared at him in amazement:
- Oh, you it's…
The mist floating around made it difficult to recognize him, and everyone was suspicious:
- Look familiar?
They try to remember who it is. Sam's father throws the skateboard out:
- Sam, take it.
Sam didn't need to turn around, he raised his hand to catch the skateboard and grinned at the girl:
- Bye bye, little beauty, see you later.
Sam jumped on the skateboard and slid forward. He suddenly turned his head and raised his eyebrows to tease the girl:
- The measurements of this little beauty are so delicious that they are enough to make splatter "cage"[3]. Oops, I was wrong, I should have said it was super delicious. I like it. Haha…
Everyone heard someone shouting Sam's name, watch him surf around the motorbikes blocking the road with great skill and speed without hitting anyone, and they all shouted:
- He is Sam.
The driver watched Sam's shadow glide in the sea of vehicles and soon disappeared. He smiled fun:
- He is still unruly and wild, as abnormal as before, nothing has changed.
Father Sam ear picking:
- Even though he lives to be eighty years old still a ridiculous manner boy, it dares to tease its father!
Father blow out earwax and the other ear picking:
- The ancestor of the uneducated guy, it never called me father, but always called me is old man, it is really uneducated!
The driver laughed until tears came out of his eyes:
- The old uncle hasn't changed either.
Sam's father click tongue:
- Tsk, like father, like son, a family is blessed when the child is excellence than the father, but I don't want this blessing, what kind of blessing the son is not afraid of his father, he fight with his father, so unlucky!
The driver was speechless about what to do with Sam's father, he laughed so hard that he couldn't can't close my mouth:
- It's fun to have a son like Sam!
Father Sam wiped his nose and laughed dryly:
- What's the fun of it? Too tired, rude, uneducated, God is not equal a pot lid that can cover whenever it wants, it is not afraid of God, nor is it afraid of its father, what bad luck!
Sam was quite far away from his father, surfing on the highway, jumping noses and sneezing loudly. Sam muttered and scolded:
- Damn, the old man is talking bad about his son again, tsk, tsk, ignore him, now have to focus on specialization.
At this time, the fog gradually dissipated. Sam looked forward and saw that there were fewer cars on the road, but the long queues of parked motorcycles were still crowded and messy, Sam frowned, looking for a gap between the vehicles. A small and narrow, winding road connecting each other appeared in his eyes, Sam opened his mouth and smiled:
- That's right, dad finally caught you!
Sam took the skateboard, turning and twisting it, removing the two-piece coupler, one of which had a slot that allowed it to fit neatly into the other and be inserted neatly.
He removed a belt with a helmet-style buckle and a hook like a key chain on the other end. Sam attached the hook to the hole on the top of the skateboard, hung it on his back and installed the bolt that locked at the tail of the skateboard. He took off the roller skates hanging in front of his chest, put them on his feet, adjusted them carefully.
Sam bowed and slid quickly like a missile, his small body turning into a flash of lightning passing through rows of cars.
Passersby saw a half-red, half-yellow shadow the take the wind away speeding past, looked carefully but the disappearing shadow.
Only the sharp-eyed could see that the figure was the shadow wearing a red cap, black shorts, short-sleeved red T-shirt inside, sports tank top with no outer sleeves, and blood-red fingerless gloves, the silver chain fluttered in front of his chest with every sliding rhythm. People with good eyes saw the shadow stooping and swinging his arms back and forth:
- He is...
Shadow slid back and forth, frowning at the three motorcycles lined up in a row.
- Damn, these bull-headed kid are in daddy's way!
The angry shadow cursed loudly, slightly bounce he feet his legs and feet, and jumped to the right, body flew in the air, spinning like a spinning top hitting the opponent's eyes directly:
- Sam patin.
He exclaimed and watched Sam land safely. Everyone heard someone calling a special name and looked around, but Sam was nowhere to be seen.
Sam slip past faster than a spindle, through the endless line of vehicles, his eyes darting back and forth to find the way, his feet swaying in the wind like a dancer dancing in the street, his ears listening to every sound, traffic horns, chatter, curses echoed everywhere, from time to time, there was a cheer of interest:
- Hey, Sam patin, you guys.
A group of girls are commotion looking for Sam:
- Where, where is Sam?
Sam was still sprinting forward, not wanting to be late even a second, if Miss World, the four beauties, or any girl with a big bust and a hot ass showed up before he reached the finish line, he would throw all away.
Emotions hotter than fire ignite fear. He is afraid that if he is late, he will see the people he cares about cry mourn the people he respects.
Fear prompted even faster acceleration, the leg muscles were strained by the stress that might later be harmful, the potential danger was nothing to him compared to the fear that overwhelmed everything.
Having lost his flexible legs, he had to give up all his hobbies, and his life came to an end, but if he hadn't come in time, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.
Sam roared, accelerating through the traffic jam at full speed. He ignored the numbness in his ankle and ran in a flash onto the overpass ten steps away.
Strong wind blew, and the river was rumbling, he stopped by the red railing and stared into the river.
People on the road gathered around in groups. Young people flocked to him the most crowded, the little girls lemon, green sticky rice[4] and a bunch of teenagers with their hair dyed red and green, chattered and laughed:
- Sam, give me your autograph!
- Sam, take a picture with me!
Everyone on the bridge whipped out their phones to snap photos of Sam, young people who loved parkour and rollerblading expressed their admiration, this person is recording Sam standing still with his iPhone, while another person is trying to strike up a conversation, but Sam sneers then raises his middle finger. Everyone rolled eyes. It was a big taboo to be uncultured towards fans. Everyone's face was redder than a fighting cock, cursed loudly.
Sam looked at the river, and every half a minute, the waves rolled higher, he watched several times, and the waves repeated the same rules, Sam took off his skates, tied them with a rope and hung them around his neck.
He mounting the two skateboards together, pulled out his pocket, and stuck the sensor chip in the middle of the skateboards. While he was doing it, he listened to those who self-proclaimed themselves fans curse him as worse than a dog:
- What are you doing, star disease?
- The past is gone, are you still embrace hatred, you narrow-minded guy!
- You are a public figure who insults fans, you are not worthy of being a national player!
- I doubt whether you were really unjustly accused in the past?
Sam took all the insults calmly, those who indulged in criticism dared to curse him out for looking down on his fans, get mad, loud mentioning about motherland to those who had been abandoned by his country.
The two words "unjustly accused" mock the pain of the past. The people he once respected had bestow him that pain. The world spat on him, gouged the wound in his heart into scars, and drowned him with its foul saliva.
There was one person who believed in him absolutely. Regardless of the consequences, endured all the injustice, gave up his passion and ideals, accepted being ridiculed and viciously slandered, and fought against the world alone to boost Sam's spirit.
At that time, the two of them lived in a hell despise. No one trusts them except their family members and association of brothers with different surnames, he gives up in despair, and the man works hard to find evidence to whitewash Sam.
The world to supporting the prosperous, not the declining. The court pronounced Sam not guilty, and the crowd of thousands of faces immediately apologized sincerely.
Sam was sure that among the current crowd there were many who had cursed him and his older brother and then apologized. A bunch of hypocritical people kept changing masks, and he regarded them as animals who could speak human language.
The tree wants to be quiet, the wind does not stop, Sam does not want to be like the crowd, group of people who like to force society to live their own way, always touching the scars which synonymous insulting person against all the world because him.
All the restraint was burned out by the rage, mad anger incision down every vestige indignation crisscrossing each other on the purple-black face into caused everyone to be scared to death, so they didn't dare to cough, Sam instantly sneered, shook his head, eh ah sang:
Lift up the ladder and ask God, is it a humiliation for people to live in the same country as a bunch of dead dogs?
The group of young people demanded to kill him alive. Sam looked at the crowd with his ghostly dark grey eyes, and everyone was scared to death, the guy laugh at worldly people retreated to the other side of the railing:
Old guy God replied, I also feel humiliated, let alone you!
People who like to insult others take great pleasure in watching others being humiliated, when they feel humiliated, they immediately lose their temper and want to go crazy, but they dare not get too angry, even the most daring people could only secretly hatred look him. Sam sneered at the people whose livers grew in their mouths.
He placed one foot on the ledge of the skateboard, tied the rope, and slid forward at full speed, some distance away from the red railing, Sam jumped off the bridge.
They all screaming like crazy, hurrily came over to watch, thought was because they were making fun of the scars that had driven him to suicide so afraid to take responsibility, their faces as yellow as turmeric by fear, stared in amazement Sam huddled up, body revolve.
The bridge was quite high above the river, and suicide would be fatal. The surging river was about to compression flatten him to death. Sam laughed loudly, and his refreshing voice echoed in the roar of the waves.
The people on the bridge and below watched in shock as Sam kicked his surfboard toward the waves, splashing water all over him. Everyone rolled their eyes back as the rain flew past Sam.
The biting cold steam stimulated him to the peak of excitement. Sam stamped his feet lightly on the rapidly falling waves, the overwhelming momentum gave people a feeling that nature was at a disadvantage under the feet of monster.
- Are you kidding me?
- Who is that monster?
- Playing crazy like this... only Sam patin, no one else is here.
Sam was quite far away from the people on the shore, listening to the compliments, but the guy laugh at worldly people didn't even put it in ears.
The touch chip flashed to change the water compatibility mode, and the skateboard slid close to the river following the posture of stretching the body. It accelerated forward quickly, and the water surface split in two and rolled up white foam.
Sam stomped hard on the tail of the skateboard, bent over and jumped high, turned his body in a circle, and flew over the heads of a group of people on the shore.
Sam aimed his landing at the thick and smooth grass to reduce the impact. The audience was still praising the unprecedented performance, and Sam disappeared behind the alley.
Normally he wouldn't crazy and do this, but now he had to take the risk let take a shortcut, after passing through alleys, Sam go around some horizontal roads and shortcut alleys, and slid for another long distance, the finish line appeared. Sam exhaled and rested his legs. He took the skateboard apart, mounting together, put it on his back, and walked slowly.
On both sides of the road, people standing and sitting, tall and short, formed a long line and ran to surround him, the fangirl clung to him more than a flies fly to honey and howling with delight, press the phone key until want to broken to take pictures and record clips. This girl a sentence, that girl a sentence chirping, asking for autographs and photos.
During the long journey, Sam moved at high speed, his legs were tired and he was irritable. He hadn't even gotten his breath back yet, and the crowd was disturbing him, his spirit tensed up like a broken guitar string under the shouting:
- Damn it, get out of my way, you all ovulating bitches!
They expressed their admiration for their idol, but unexpectedly they were cursed by him. Each of the fangirls was angry in their own way, the girl had tears in her eyes and pursed her lips to cry, the girl scolded him for not respecting his fans. While another girl scratched her gynecology and acted like a spoiled child, accused him of looking down on women.
Sam no free time to argue with the women, he growled threats, forcing them to get out of the way. The media gathered in the distance saw Sam walk out from the fangirls, and the vultures flapped their wings flying chaotically flocked to eat him:
"You finally showed up, we've been waiting for you for so long!"
"Do you know Hanna Izumi? Who is she, Mr?"
A bunch of questions swirled around in his mind, making him dizzy and irritable:
- What kind of radish newspaper always asks about privacy and women? Even though I know the question, I don't answer you, leave me alone, get out!
Over the past year, the media has become accustomed to this crude attitude, and reporters have not given up, but have decided to do everything they can to pecking his body:
"Please let me know what you think about Hoang Kim's accident!"
"I heard that Hoang Kim had an accident while speeding and overtaking recklessly. What do you think?"
Sam stopped suddenly, clenched his hands until the gloves tore, and slowly loosened his fingers to let go of the madness.
Sam didn't care how the vultures tore him apart, they weren't targeting him, Sam was just bait for the animals to find an excuse to dissect the Hoang Kim, the guy laugh at worldly people cannot get angry let prevent uncorrupted corpse be pecked to pieces by them, he suppressed his anger and asked calmly:
- Do you all believe I am a rapist?!
Notes
[1]This is a common rude word in Vietnam. Instead of saying "no", people say "fuck" when they are angry.
[2]Cage (lồng) and cunt (lồn) are two Vietnamese words that sound almost the same, this is a swear word used to replace the bad word, and is very common on the Vietnamese Internet, it means to insult the other person fiercely without any respect, but can be meant to be humorous and fun if it is a funny situation, similar to the situation of father and son Sam.
[3]"Splatter" is a new phrase that has been coined by Vietnamese youth on the Internet in recent years. The phrase was originally a verb, meaning "to fall, to flow out because one cannot control it."
However, through the process of spreading in social networks among young people, the phrase has acquired a new meaning, expressing "shock", exclamation, "unbelievable", and sometimes can mean obscene.
The word "splatter" is too familiar to Vietnamese young people. No matter on the street, at home or at school, Vietnamese young people will "splatter" whatever they talk about.
They love it. It's fun to use the word, and so many people use it that they've even set up a Facebook page called Vãi (splatter) with more than 3,000 members as their own playground, come here to "splatter".
"Splatter" has become a widespread syndrome that has a great impact on today's teenagers. It doesn't matter if it only stays in the fun places of the youth community.
But when the use of this word becomes a habit and soaks into the blood of teenagers, it is difficult to control. In civilized and polite places, in front of parents, "splatter" is an extremely offensive word.
[4] Young teenage girl. Often used to describe a girl aged 14 or 15.