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INTRODUCTION: Milovan is a place in Asia that is hidden and no one discovered about its existence, even the smartest and adventurous man on Earth can't ascertain, except to the people who lives in Milovan. Milovan is divided into three territories; the 'Territorium ab Rihhi Populus' , the 'Territorium ab Parere Populus' and the 'Middel Territorium'. 'Territorium ab Rihhi Populus' or also known as territory of rich people, it consists of rich people with so much wealth and power. In this territory, you are not allowed to build a small house, it should be a big house or a mansion. It is also forbidden to have a two or more children in the family, one child per family is one of the strict rules and should be obeyed. Strict rule but an efficient rule to maintain the population in their territory. This territory also build a school, of course for elites only, the "Zaha Academia". While the 'Territorium ab Parere Populus' or territory of poor people, is the total opposite of rich people. Their streets are full of mud and dirt, the stinky smell of trash in the sideways, the shouting voices in each houses, and the overpopulation. There are no buildings or even cemented area, no big houses nor mansions, just an enough shelter for poor people to live. They sustain their family by working in the 'Gubernare of Milovan', they plant, harvest and sell it to the Gubernare, while the Gubernare sell it to the rich people and middle people. Speaking of middle people in 'Middel Territorium', they're not rich nor poor which is why, middle. They're not as fancy as the Rihhi
and not as unsophisticated as the Parere
, they are just the normal and typical people. Some houses are cemented, some are big, some are small and the streets are tidy. These three territories can't be unite not just because they have different class and perspective in living but also because of the towering boundaries that separates each territories. No one even dared to climb those towering boundaries, except the Gubernare who use helicopters or air transportations, not even a Rihhi, a Parere and a Middel dared. They're like cavemen but can't find a way to get out in the cave, a birds that can fly but wouldn't dare to fly because of the consequences they will pass by.
PROLOGUS — Prologue A grievance can make a person do be things that even oneself can't imagine. Longing can make a person deceiving.
------- Behind the violent and the ruthless semblance, there is a love for the family on the young boys heart which is currently holding a gun with a drops of blood covering his body and face. And his shoes was bathing with it. It was the blood of the family he killed with his beloved father's wish and command – he just can't say no to him because he love him. "Son, every drops of blood is happiness. Remember that, understood?" said his father, who did nothing but train him how to kill for pleasure and conditions. But despite how hard he train how to kill lives, his conscience won't be in silence because he knew what he's doing was wrong. But still, he didn't dared to tell his father how he felt. Every person he killed, the heavier his conscience weigh. Every blood sprouting before his eyes, the more he is drown into violence. It won't let him be and leave him. And in that afternoon, with the presence of his best friend. He told a favor because of his guilt and conscience, he just couldn't take it anymore. So he said, "Please... Kill me. I can't take this anymore..."
To be continued...