"Give me your money. I won't stab her if you give me your money."
A man adorned in rags brandished a knife towards a crying child. Pushing the child even more to the blade of the knife. The mother, more desperate began to mutter apologies towards her screaming daughter.
"It's okay, sweetheart. We are going to be okay.... Mommy's gonna get us outta here."
"Geez, women... WONT YOU JUST SHUT UP AND GIVE ME YOUR F*CKING WALLET !!" The robber more paranoid of the kid's cries, began muffling her mouth with his hand. Muttering prayers so no police nor anyone would find him.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT HER !!" The mother's shrieking voice caught her vocal cords frayed. Making a wistful sound at the end.
The mother with her sweaty hands, gave the robber her wallet. But, the robber still had his hand on the daughter.
Opening the wallet, all that he could see is just pittiful 10.000 rupiahs and a lone 20.000 rupiah.
"What is this... you broke or some sh*t ?.. F*ck it !" The robber in his brilliant mind, gave the daughter shoved her to her distraught mother from the back.
The robber having enough of their babbles, ran towards his right towards the darkness.
To the left of the mother, Dirga muffled the sounds of his cries with both his hands. The walls pressed closely towards Dirga's body. The claustraphobic atmosphere tightened more as there was no streetlights illuminating this road. No light, no road.
Dirga paralyzed, left his legs to fall—gluing it to the ground. "F*ck... what the hell did I just saw ?" His voice cracked at the seams, the small voice ate at his cries. The black grime stuck at his fingernails, itched to be scraped off.
If only it was this easy to remove everything bad in this world.
But, even when the main ones are removed... its sticky siblings stuck towards the walls of flesh on the fingers.
His hands picked at the black grime, instead of helping the pair of mother and daughter. It was a small distraction, really. And besides, how can he even help them ?
Money ? His daily income in itself is already hard enough to collect.
Kindness ? He removed that part long enough after that last... 'attempt'.
Clothes ? IDs ? The two things that are in poor condition.
Running and chasing the killer ? What are you, insane ? I'm not athletic.
"Why can't the f*cker just rob a darn bank ? That robber should have KNOWN. This neighbourhood... exploited people worked hard enough just to survive, not even a small bit if f*cking pleasure." My voice, loud enough ebbed its way towards my mind.
My heart, calming down it's heartbeat, instead grew loud enough in my ears. Seeping into the flood of blood coming from my nose.
F*ck.