FictionTragedy

Not all stories will not end with a happy life even though it's a fictional story. As a capital city Jakarta keeps a lot stories and tragedy and also mystery .

Part 1

What wil you do if everytime you wake up you do not become yourself, in other word you become someone else who you never guess. My real name is Eki but this is not body, why I can say this is not my body because there was a long hair on his head like a man in the 90s.As I had suspected, I concluded that I am a student of one of the famous universities in Jakarta. Have not recovered from sleep, someone(Heri) entered my room and immediately pulled me out. It turns out he pulled me to campus.

From a distance already seen a bunch of masses who had oration and yelling. In the afternoon I was swept away by a long-march student stream MPR/DPR. Police barricades have welcomed the masses of students with shields, I saw some college students negotiating with the apparatus who demanded to step back in order. So we back to campus, Suddenly came a gunshot to the mass, instantly the masses ran imperceptibly and also there were some lying on the streets ,but when retreating I was separated with my friend(Heri) I saw my friend also lying on the road with blood all over her body because of holes in the body, With such conditions I ventured to carry her body regardless of shots from the police to the nearest hospital and without realizing I was carrying the corpse of my friend. Sad and tired from delivering my friend I accidentally fell asleep under the hospital waiting bench

Part 2

My name still Eki and Still sad to think of his friend who was killed by police. Different from before, this time I wake up from sleep because there is someone who shout instruct to get ready with full uniform, For a moment I realized that this time I woke up in a place called police dormitory. I heard someone shouting the name of a person as if calling summoned “Jon Jon! Cepet pake seragam lu kita hajar cecunguk itu” and look at me. I immediately concluded that I could be a jono or a joni, After getting ready in full uniform not forget my shield also marching with other police. I see this situation is familiar. Seen from a distance of the mass demontration approaching where we marched . This is dejavu but more realistic , At a glance I saw my friend(Heri) excitedly oration shouted about the state crisis.

This is weird I say, he should have died. I was about to approach him but I could not leave the police line because I was detained by the police around me. I heard instructions from the unbelievable police chief I thought “ Kita dapat instruksi langsung dari presiden, kita harus membubarkan paksa para demonstran dan menembak beberapa orang sebagai korban agar orang takut dengan pemerintahan saat ini” that is government give that brutal instruction. I will not follow the instructions, At 5 past 15 the police chief began to intensify his instructions by firing shots at demonstrators who instantly panicked. “Jon kena kepala nih jon” A policeman stood aiming to shoot the demonstrator's head.

 All the policemen chased the students down into the university neighborhood and arrested and beat the students and I saw that heri had been shot by the police next to me, There are some policemen who are happy to beat up, The chase is done until the evening. When already in the dorm some police discussing what he did last afternoon, In the middle of the conversation I unconsciously had fallen asleep but instantly startled and woke up. As I suspected, I woke up again and became someone else again