A Story about A Glass of Coffee!

-a very short story-

I don’t need to run so far away..

I just need to stand here,

Stand with my pride,

For the very first time :

In front of him.

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I still live in the vermint cage, until that day..

When I decided to end all of the dread in myself,

and chose to live free,

without the grimy derision

that I ate everyday :

two years with solemn affliction!

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As his secretary,

my life was so boring

and it was getting worst everyday

so that I feel like I don’t wanna do anything again

except kill him with my own hand.

--

My pride was took by this place :

A cold building with zombies :

who loves a twadlle live,

and just chewing all of the bosses’s platitudes!

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I was so tired that night.

I always make the best coffee for him,

but he’s always said some irksome words,

and gave a comment about my look that day.

I apprehended all that shitness beset me.

I keep my vendetta in my curtains heart,

and live with patience

and patience.

Everyday, everytime.

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I was so tired that night.

and he wants a glass of coffee,

as usual,

and I make him the best coffee that night,

as usual,

and he gave those irksome words that night,

as usual,

but I just can’t take that anymore..

...

...

...

I threw that glass of my best coffee :

To his ugly face!

and I feel so ruthless yet so win at the same time.

He was yell so loud and slapped me on my face.

I didn’t do a fight back.

I just stand in front of him,

With my pride,

For the first time.

--

Then I’m fired.

and of course,

I don’t wanna be fired.

but, the union that formed by him

definitely,

can do nothing for me.

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What a lethal conquest!

But my life is just begin.

There’s no regret in my heart.

I believe those words

That come from the man with the heavy beard,

In the book which I read in my college time :

“We have to emancipate ourselves before we can emancipate others.”

and I won.

That’s my triumpathy.

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(Fildzah Izzati)