BLACK CAT

When does he come to me? I thought this day. In motion the wind pounding the ship, I'm getting ready. I fastened my seat belt. We in height. But what's the use of this belt? I was expecting the engine to die. Then hit the reef. Or drowned in the sea. So that's when the wait: Death to fetch me. I wanted to see death. In its original form. Not sleeping. Means I have to wake up. Rolled his eyes. Feel it slice by slice. As people munched pizza.

It was almost 99 times I saw death. But at the last moment, he always avoided. And, it was a painful failure. It makes me sad and curious. Until there's nothing more I do, except on him. Because bored and tired, sometimes great passion was dead. But at a time like this, he came with seduction and persuasion. Sure I'll succeed. When I turned back, he twisted like a football player. So that made me crazy. So what kill them there. Another indiscriminately.

Tired of human slaughter, sometimes I go into the jungle. Search for a king, if he could help me. Same thing. Roars and paws was also paralyzed. Although we've covered in blood. Until finally I managed to break his neck stem. And, yesterday my wife's turn. He is good at martial arts. So, so-so I hope to die. Therefore, I grab him. I stabbing with a dagger. We almost hit, slowly I move..

Provide an opportunity for her to escape. And, indeed he could escape. But the devil! He's not going to kill me even thoughtful compassion. Makes me like a child caught stealing. So, you want to die. Well you die. So dagger I stabbing many times. My wife's jaw dropped in disbelief, before closing this desire . I could not sleep anymore. Like anything else death will come to me?

Everything I've done. In fact, I've entered the battlefield. Throw grenades, shoot the enemy, an enemy shot. No one makes death come to me. Until when really want to see it: I was walking toward the enemy without preparation. Pitch with a gun in his hand. Protrude stick out his head and my body. They even laughed. I get entertainment like a madman.

Hurt by being treated like that, I fired automatic rifles. The commander shouted, look out! This guy is not crazy! So I chased dozens of people and I jump to trench for trench, ran to the county itself. The boys fired heavy machine guns, when I jumped the last ditch.

They hugged me and a friend of mine said as he placed the medal, my friends, this is a good example of that soldier, dared to infiltrate enemy territory, alone. Oh, agony, just a simple desire: to see death coming and a fight in the morning, I gasped, if you really want to see death, why do not bite your tongue until death? Or stuck a dagger. The head with a pistol shot. These thoughts make me beat. True. Why did not occur during this? But I do not want to die of suicide. I wanted a natural death. Because that is not coming from me. I want to feel the death over and I can get ready.

And tactical greet him. Test the possibilities. Because there's nothing interesting in the world except death. We live and die. The process of life toward death that is inviting questions. Are we the cause of death? When? Can death be engineered? The reason of our own making. And then we die. Not? Why not? So I have tried all my life, until the words 'can not' prove it to me.

So I began to focus on it: where and in what manner I can meet death. But, what events will happen to me? I was so quick and as fast as bullets. How could death come to me. Sick? My body is very healthy. Look after my body. I give nutritious food. I gave more than enough exercise. So do not be fooled by humans - also of the universe. Not to mention my instincts. I can read something that will happen. You would not believe. But it's true.

Many things that already I know. I could see the ship sinking. Car into a ravine. Gold in the canyon. I could see the murder that happened many thousands of miles from where I stood. I could see people masturbate. Thief in the night action. Everything was so clear in my eyes.

I never knew was my own death. And, so I always create it. Challenge. In case there underneath the last. never seen anything that will befall this country. According to my vision, the country will be chaotic, turbulent edge, middle, too. Nothing can be trusted, because people just playing with words. As it goes I see we're going to disappear: the nations invaded neighbor. And we are paralyzed.

Until the people that make their own struggle. That we are immersed in a battle for fifteen years. Until then we really become a powerful nation, to realize how great the gift of God, and come out as the winner. Only after the great war, grew trusted persons, full of joy of life.

Mature personal battle, the people who survived the war. But who would hear me? I'm just a man full of complexes. I could see the future but the likes killing people. I'm just a guy who wants to see killer alone, than on a night when I saw my body was in a plane that slid into the rock, how happy my heart. I'd love singing, jumping up and down excited. But I saw something else again. Somewhat vague but it makes me withdraw my excitement jumps. As if I saw a black cat darted from the lake of fire.

Very agile despite a large and powerful body. Black cat symbol of my soul. But I still have to catch the plane. Witnessed what happened at the vibrations. we feel very good. The aircraft was rattled. Hysteria that had shouted now disappeared. Trembled with fear. Glued to our seats. A flight attendant appeared from behind the cabin. Then followed by the pilot. I saw death in their faces. Pilots and flight attendants were destroyed in flames. But I have not seen my own death.

Relax! Relax! Indeed there is damage and a death machine, plus strong winds. But we will overcome them. Please work together so that everything goes well. One woman next to me hissed, shivering in his prayer. Oh God, just this once, grant my prayer. Grant my prayer. I saw my husband and my son's face. How I want them. But to no avail. Because I saw this woman also died. Burning flames. The big ball swallowed whole plane. But where my death? where are you, my dear? I still do not see it in the mountain rock. Place of our aircraft were destroyed and debris-fragments in the wind as far as the beach where tourists swim hanging himself.

Sitting beside me, a line on the left, a young mother holding her baby the other tightly. He did not say anything. He only prayed in his heart. Children aged three months it lay quiet.

And just like me, I did not see death on their faces. I spoke to them with a nod. Relax, we'll survive. Yes, I think so. I also felt it would be safe from this disaster. Then we held again, when for the umpteenth time, we felt the plane back rattled. This time again the pilot came out and unlike before, it was obvious panic in her face. Although the hard he tried to hide it. He gave orders that are not heard by us. But the flight attendant immediately ran and took what was requested by the pilot.

My black cat darted back into the lake of fire, with several people including the mother and baby. Somehow initially, on the hundredth calculations, the plane seemed to turn around. That's when I saw the breathing tubes hang on. I caught the hose and began to breathe properly. But, then again I could not breathe when I felt the metal die is rolled without sound, and the people on the plane was screaming like a madman. I felt a delicious moment was critical.

Open fuselage. I heard the wind raged like a deafening angry nature. Clouds running beside us while everyone else closed eyes. The plane plunged to earth.

I like seeing other natural colors. My mind is calm. My feelings too. Death, come to me, though I can not do anything. This is when the long wait. Rather regret is I could not do anything. And therefore could not scheming to avoid him. But I'm still not convinced, too. Because, again I saw the black cat that darted through the waves of fire, when I felt the tremendous vibration and started to not recognize anything anymore.

To Amien RaisJakarta, August 5, 2002