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I grew up this way. My skill in shooting the gun is better and fine. I become wilder and dangerous. I often go to the forest even without dad, not only for shooting practice, but also to kill small animals I found in there. I still don't dare to kill around the neighborhood.  Birds, squirrels, beavers, whatever. I still don't dare to do killing spree around the neighborhood. I afraid if people will find out and chase me. Until finally I hit the age 15.

One day, dad brings me to the city. As usual I will eagerly follow him. I like the city. It's so different compares to the village I used to live in. I want to move into the city, but dad always says no. He said, I still too raw to live here. I got no idea what he means. Maybe I still too young. But I accept that. I never dare to confront him no matter how sly.and wild I am.

Dad stop the truck in front of building. It seems to be an old apartment building. The light is not as bright as the buildings we have passed by and it's kinda humid here. My house is not better that this, but still I won't choose this kind of place if finally I can move to the city.

We jump off of the truck. I look up at the building while dad walks toward me.

"Well! You now can get the money here!" Says Dad, startled me.

I turn to him  and look at him with a questioning look.

"I'll send you there and you'll know what I mean...!" Says Dad again as if he can read my mind.

I want to ask him how will I get the money here? I mean, this place is not better than ours, at least we have a yard, front and back. I think the people who living here won't be able to give a proper job with a good pay. But I throw the thought to the back of my head when we are standing in front of the door of an apartment in that slum area.

Dad knocked on the door. He doesn't need to repeat it twice to make someone inside the apartment to open it. I see a woman in her late thirties standing in front of us. She has a sle der figure with blonde hair. Her face is heavily make up. Her face tight when she sees my dad.

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