West Java, August 21th 1967, 03:34 PM
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Servant
Forgive me, Father, for I will sin.
Father
What sin will you commit tomorrow?
Servant
Facing Death upon the Red River.
Father
A new voice, with a new mission, to accompany one's soul as one travels to greet God. You have such a tender voice, Servant. Do you sing?
Servant
No, Father.
Father
Alas. A voice as tender as yours will always be needed. Be it for the body or the soul. Before you, there was one who loved playing guitar. If only we all knew each other, we might form a band already.
Servant
So... what is it, Father?
Father
What is what?
Servant
My task?
Father
Lest you go in such haste. Our work here needs an abundance of patience. And an abundance in smiles, jests, talks, and dreams. We ought to become one of the twelve disciples of Christ. Because, in the end, it was not the Devil who killed Him, but the men he loved.
Servant
Unfortunately, we believe differently, Father. My God was not killed by His creations.
Father
Hahaha! Yes. I hope that our differences will not hinder our work and comradery.
Servant
I hope so too.
Father
Ah. Every single Servant who came, all of them were so serious. Except one who... umm, whose name is unfortunately impossible to salvage. I only remembered his voice. Servant, can you jest?
Servant
I can, Father.
Father
Sounds like a person who cannot jest.
Servant
With due respect, Father. As far as I know, soldiers are trained to be disciplined and alert.
Father
Correct. In time.
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As We Waited for the Servant: Forgive Me, Father, for I Will Sin
Historical FictionAt the end of the 70s, a year after the mass killing of communists in a Southeastern nation named Indonesia, a shadowy division from the military recruited a new soldier to be a spy.
