Ex-Convict Attack

The girl San meant at that time was his junior. He was sure of it. However, he felt that it was his first time seeing her then. So, he relied on his memory of the girl with short curly hair, relatively short in stature, maybe up to her upper arm. He has pale skin and wears glasses. "You mean Molly?" "Molly?" San asked one of his acquaintances, who were also his junior. "Yes, Maybe." "Wait a minute, I know her close friend. I'll call first." San waited in front of the class, leaning against the wall close to the door. He stared at the cellphone screen that was already cracked at the top. There was a message from his uncle; the person said San had to come home with side dishes this afternoon because the uncle's wife was reluctant to cook. San just stared at the message without replying. Today alone he does not know whether to go home or not. He has to work extra overtime to pay the compensation that Gio's parents have asked for. His savings have been drained because his uncle was s

Not only the young man who came Gio's parents were also there. They smiled at San, who was still in shock."Hello, Santiago!" Gio waved. "I know you're shocked—oh, my goodness, you've had such a miserable life, haven't you." His smile was sad, but one could see no sincerity in it.San stood up, approached the bars, and gripped the cold iron with burning anger. Her reddened eyes turned to the figure that was still smiling. "So you made me here?"Gio raised his hands to his ears. "Wait, wait! Why me?"San was about to reply but stopped when a grown man approached him. That face is not foreign to San's eyes because it has often been seen on television in the last few days and has become the subject of hot discussion.That person is Anthony Wibisono, Gio's father and candidate for mayor.A police officer approached the cell and opened it after a glance from Anthony."Let's talk for a moment," said the man wearing a formal suit to San, who looked confused.San was taken to the interrogatio

"It seems you two are not on good terms." His hands that, used to rub between his toes are now crossed in front of his chest.San chose not to answer."Ah, that's bad, it turns out.""Sir," San called. After receiving permission to continue, he asked, "Is life in prison that bad?""That's what you mean?""The worst of all bad things in this life.""Hm... maybe yes, maybe not." Pause for a moment. "Look, son. Our being in prison is a punishment. What kind of punishment do you think is fine?"But San is not being punished. What mistake did he make to have to live in prison? Was it because he was an orphan?"Life is... choice, right?" San said again after a long silence."Not all. Some things happen in this world because they have to happen. Without any natural choice from humans." The person touched his chin and looked up. "Hm... like we were born to our parents. It wasn't a choice. It was destiny."San chuckled lightly. This guy is pretty intelligent, too, he thought. He thought a vill

That night, Gio was summoned by Anthony to the study. The young man's heart was pounding wildly. Nevertheless, he tried to stay calm by taking deep breaths.In the room, there was already the dashing figure of his father sitting in a swivel chair."Dad," Gio called after standing right in front of his father's desk."Is this how you should behave?" Cold, deep, and intimidating."Dad—""Stop messing around, Gio. I'm sick of your attitude!" This time with a slightly higher intonation.His head was lowered, his hands clasped in front of his body. "Sorry," he said quietly, a little choked up."Watch your attitude while I'm still campaigning—can't you follow your brother's example, huh?!" The man exhaled roughly. "Don't just hide behind your mother's back! Make me a little proud, and don't regret having a son like you, Gio."His molars collided, and his gaze, which was initially afraid, now turned dark and hateful. Gio hates being compared like this, but he can't hate the figure that is hi

The frown on Nila's forehead deepened after hearing the woman's words. He put down the spoon and wiped his lips with a tissue. "Wait, why did you say that?" A faint shake of her friend only answered Nila's question. "Don't make it up." He let out a long sigh. "If no one helps him from the start, that means they know the consequences that can be accepted later." "Coward, you mean?" "Eh?" Suddenly Nila blinked, a little confused by Vera's sarcasm. "Yeah… your vocabulary is terrible, but—" He had a hard time continuing because he was confused. Vera's words were not wrong, but they were too 'cute' if the person in question heard them. "I'm just asking. No need to think about it." Vera replied nonchalantly. Nila breathed a little relieved. It would be a problem if Vera's words came true. *** "In the end, we parted ways like this, sir?" It was not a question. San was just confused about starting to say goodbye to the man. The person spoken to did not answer. His eyes were full of som