From the sun first rising until it's very end, my mother honorably perform it's divine duty to raise me as a honorable, well-fed, young, intelligent great man. And what should I've done except being what I am raised for? And I do being what I am raised for; A proud young man, with a Law degree and a bright, virtuous future in my face.
But what can I do? What can I say when the very fate itself doesn't bless my journey or even give me the rockier, hardest-fought road to me— a honest and loving me, that would do no harm to any soul or hold grudge even to an animal as lowly as a frog. What do you advise me to do?
A Supreme Judge is what I've always dreamt. I was the most intelligent law student of my year, and yet here I am being sabotaged by no other than the judge's son. All I do wrong is that I have a slight disagreement with him, then here he is seeking revenge by telling his father to not allow me to work in the court, like a goblin in a disgusting smile.
I walk by my own to my apartment. There was no money left to pay a driver. I felt my shoulder curled down, not a proud honorable man as always, but a curled guy facing curled world. Passing uncounted number of miles, above the bridge Canal, and below the red traffic lights of stoppage, I twisted the door knob and throw myself in a small bed, worth more than my life.
All that for.. Nothing? My hands tremble, neither I think or see. Immense pressure stacking up. My head suddenly feel like it's gonna explode into million pieces. When I was going to college for the first time, I swear to my mother to make her proud, now I can't even make a frog proud—a god's lowliest being, to be proud of me. I punch my face and beat myself until there's nothing left but a numb pain that thanks god I am still be able to feel it. Yet, I don't wanna, I don't want to feel it. All that years of studying and study for an unreasonable rejection. I better be died already.
Then my phone rang, my mom, I picked it up and a voice that's not my mom's whisper, "Your mom died in a work accident."
In that second I decided to push a knife to my heart.