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[Richan POV]
"THIS CAN'T BE REAL," I cried out loud while slumped in the corner of my bedroom.
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Im in sorrow and petrified at the same time; why he has the same face as me? Is he... me? is it me doing this chaos? Am I the cause of world destruction?
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"Father, *sobs*, mother, Duran… where is everyone?"
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I tried to ignore the fact that the Chaos Apostle had the same face as me and focused on finding my family, with a faint hope that my family was still alive…. I hope it is.
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I stand up and go straight to my door; when Im gonna touch the knob, there is a small hesitation, the feeling of getting scared of being betrayed by hope that my family is still alive or not.
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But I finally got straight to my inner guts. I closed my eyes and opened the door. Both eyes were still shut, but I could feel this nerve-breaking aura. It's him, that terrifying man, he was near this place.
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After I take a deep breath, I open my eyes and step forward.
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"huh what, Arrrrghhhh"
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No, I fell. But I'm lucky I got a grip on the ledge and climbed up. I returned to my bedroom, got up, and looked outside my room. Now, I witnessed some nasty views I have never seen in my whole life.
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"My home… my neighborhood... " I was shocked to see that my house was split in half. In front of me is a big crack hole, like the one in the YouTube** video I saw earlier, and the sky is red.
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Now, nothing else was in my mind except my family, so I shouted out loud at the sky, "MOOOM, DADD, DURAN, WHERE ARE YOU, ITS ME... RICHAN," I yelled at the nothing in front of me except the disastrous crack hole.
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I can't stop here. I must find my family first. We must get out of this place. I try to find another way out. I look at my surroundings and think there is a window in my bedroom that leads to the other side of the house, which is out in the backyard.
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I opened the window and looked at the situation first. It was safer here in my backyard, so I stepped out from the windows on my roof and carefully approached the tree in our yard.
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I'm a bit scared to jump into the tree, but if it's to find my family, I'm more than willing to do it. I will bet everything I have, and then I'll jump.
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I did it. I grabbed the tree branch, moved to the trunk, and slid down. Now I'm on the ground. Let's find Moma and Papa first, but when I'm about to move around the place.
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"Ouch," I tripped over something and fell on the ground; damn, that's a bit hurt; what is this thing.
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So I get up and turn over to what is tripping me. There are two big stones near the tree. I come to those stones and just think something, "Stones? There are never stones this big in our yard." My instinct tells me to check those stones, so I grab one of them and examine it. Hmm? There is something written on it.
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" here lies…." I stopped reading it.
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No, no, no, no, no, no, please, please, God, don't make this what I'm thinking right now.
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I'm afraid I can't continue reading it, please God, I'm starting to break down again; I can't face this; why, why is this happening to me?
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While I'm still in a state of breakdown, I confirm the one I thought by flipping both stones to the written part, the written part said.
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Here lies our Mother
Sarah Neil Puratama
23/5/1980 - 10/1/2045
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And the other stone...
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Here lies
Callion Rein Puratama
15/8/1975 – 10/1/2045
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I read it and finally figured out… I can't, this can't be happening, and these two stones…. are the tombstones of Moma and Papa.
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Why is this happening to me? Why mom and dad? Oh god, why? Just this morning, I spoke with them. They talked about my birthday. They are still alive and breathing, giving me love I am never bored of.
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I fell to my knees and dropped; I hugged my mother's tombstone, "Bring me back my parents!" I started to cry again, "BRING ME BACK MY PARENTS!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to the sky.
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"WHY, WHY YOU GIVE ME, WHY YOU SHOW ME THIS, GOD, PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME".
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"I CAN'T, DON'T TAKE MY PARENTS FROM ME, PLEASE, GIVE THEM BACK"
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I hug my father's tombstone…., Im still crying, now…, the rain starts to drop, and it drenches me and my parents' tombstone, then while Im still in the middle of mourning my parents.
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"Richan… get up, " says someone behind me, but I know this flamboyant cheeky voice. I'm facing toward him.
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There, it's that guy in the mirror earlier in the hospital bathroom, standing in the middle of the rain, dressing in a white robe.
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I set both of my parents' tombstones, got up, and approached him. " You, who are you? Explain all of this to me," I said while I stared at his face, who just smiled and stared at me too. " Do you forg…" Before he finished, I cut his talk, "EXPLAIN IT TO ME."
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*slap*
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He slapped me, but he was still smiling after he slapped me.
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Im faced him again. "Can you calm yourself first? ~" he said while tilting his head on his left shoulder.
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"Im gonna explain to you one by one, but you must follow me first ~"
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Hearing what he said, I gripped my fists and clenched my teeth. "Fine, bring me, show me all that must be done, but give me a minute." He responded, "Fine with me~."
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Then I turned back to my parents' tombstones, approached them, and kneeled. "Moma, Papa, I'm not gonna let this thing happen. I love both of you." I said as I touched both of the tombstones and even though I couldn't see it, I could feel it… Moma and Papa are with me, hugging me.
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