DOOM
#2

The rain still leaves a drizzle. The cold wind was still blowing. Azan magrib was heard pouring on the sidelines of the rustling of rain spots on the leaves and dry tassels of the roof. Leave the silence of the magrib.

”’Hei, what's wrong with Baiq Lastri. Why is he worrying like that. Does he have AIDS ?"

”Seply send this girl to a place far from your settlement. I know what disease is now in his body. Deadly satanic disease, which he picked up on the grains of senggigi sand.”

Lastri gasped and fell from her daydream. The pitiful words from his village people were suddenly like crashing into his memories. Tears flowing across the like with the shabby end of the cloth. He felt unable to recall the bitter memories of his past. Especially when the villagers took him all out and then paraded him to his place of exile now.

Lastri raised his head. His eyes began to stare fretfully at the dark surroundings. He had gone too far in his past memories. Dusk had long thrown a anchor and left it alone in silence. Same with the old goat herder.

That incident happened ten years ago. It took too long to lean back in his memory between his reot hut and the silence of his seclusion. Swallowed him in a seemingly endless silence of pain.

The sound of crickets started to sound crowded. Drown him in a long silence. I stared blankly at the cloudy sky. He's back empty. Like the day and the night before. Always confined in the silence of the birds chirping morning and night dragged to the bottom of time. Drown him in the depths of silence. Without joking, without friends, and all that is heard is the pounding of the waves and the disco sound full of boos barreling through the ears. All left him at the crossroads of time with thousands of stifling regrets.

The rain still falls. The atmosphere became so boisterous with the occasional blow of wind that was punctuated by a terrifying rumble and lightning. But lastri was still leaning resignedly and was silent in her tears. Until then the umpteenth time lightning hit and destroyed his house.

The mood for a moment was silent. There was something moving from the ruins of the hut. Turns out Lastri was alive. The violent lashing of lightning that had torn down his hut was not yet destined to make him mute.

With a stagger Lastri tried to straighten his body. This time he smiled cynically when he found himself barely scratched, even though he was hit by the ruins of the hut. Suddenly Lastri's eyes widened sharply. He seemed to be angry and started pointing upwards.

”Actually what do you want, Lord! I am a great sinner, but is it not enough ten years of suffering and isolation to make up for it all? Is it not enough all the shunning and swearing that afflicts my every serenity? You still leave me like this even though you know yourself, the only shack I've been sheltering in you destroyed. Or do you not have the power to take my life? Lastri was silent for a moment. After gulping down his saliva deeply he resumed his words, but this time with such a weak tone.

And time told me that you really don't exist. You may be just a terrifying illusion of the world's cowardly babble-mouth’.

The sound of lightning struck and lightning struck so fiercely that Lastri's body slammed far away. Instantly all his moans disappeared along with his body that was shattered into pieces. And the angel of darkness began to lead him through the narrow and fearful alleys.