I woke up three days ago, oblivious of anything happening and just thinking about where to get lunch when suddenly my sister texted me, asking where the hell she can get a stun gun to use to our brother in law, since he hit our sister again. I didn't really pay attention, since this guy apparently like to hit his wife and we've begged my sister to divorce him but with no prevail. She thought he'll change.
But at lunch time, my mom called, said that our sister is in ER (Emergency Room), she had bruishes all over her face, her left body and doctor seemed to suspect she suffers concussion. That when I started to get really panic.
My mother took a bus that day to accompany her and my sister in Jakarta flew the next day to sort things out. But none of them smack that loser husband of our sister, one thing I'm certain I would do, but maybe that's why I'm not allowed to fly there too. Probably they knew I have this violence seed inside of me, and this horrible situation might unleashed the beast inside.
It's day three after the incident. I just got off the phone with my sister and she seemed fine, laughing, chatting, eating and seemed to be at ease. Well, probably it's all the painkiller she took that put her at ease.
But I'm happy she's fine, nothing else seem to be matter right now, well, unless that divorce we've been hoping for. Violence is not the answer of anything. Probably living alone is better than being beaten every single day. Just ask my mom.
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