13 year ago......Regret always come last

Saturday night is the time of the entire motorcycle gang do the activation convoy around Jakarta. And my gang is kind of gang that always search fray with other gang and also rob the motorcycle from other gang.

This day is my turn to collect all the weapons into one place, which will be used when clash with other gangs.

At that time my friend forgot to left his short samurai and I put it in my pocket, suddenly there's a road block in front of the street and it's one way road, so i can't run from it, and unfortunately we were hit by these road block, and samurai in my pocket become problem to me.

I told the police that my friend had nothing to do with me, so the police released him, hoping my friend will told what's happen to my mom and my friends.

When I arrived at the police station, many journalists, and I highlighted in, when i am put in jail, all prisoner in that jail not allowed me to sleep on up, that means i should sleep on the floor, it's because I am chinese ras, then I fight until finally the police came and asked what is happen, in my mind only one thing, after the police left I would lose my life, but fate say different, they asked my name and asked my problem until I get into this prison.

3 days pass, food that is given only a wet white rice, with wet vegetable and no taste at all, i am feel strange because none of the family or friends come looking for me, then I decided to ask help with man who usually bring food to call my mother, then on the 4th day my mother came with curses and cries, I feel very guilty, my mom fine way to get me out from jail, but the process is not easy, until the day of the 5th, my uncle came to help me out from jail, because if until day of 7, I am not get out from here, most likely I will be mutation to another prison and the process will be more difficult because It have go through the green table, but the fate speak different , at the day of 7, i am already released from jail.

After I get out from jaill, I go to place where my gang usually gather, and I asked why no one told my mom or my family when i am go to jail, they say scared and not want to get involved and go to prison.

After hear that, i know the principles that we profess die and life together, is just bullshit, when you happy we together, when you in trouble you on your own, and a very sore I know from friend, the money that collected for me when i am in jail from our area which became my gang's territory, is used by my friend to buy drugs and go have fun to night club when i am in jail, how can they do this fucking thing, even if they give the money to me, i will not accept it and i will give it back to them, but what they do is when i am in trouble they go have fun without think a little bit about me, is really feel painful, until my mouth can't say anything.

Several months later after that case i am hang out from that geng.
But i still accept they all as my friend. But now i have my own limit for friend meaning.

MY MESSAGE :

* Regret always come last
* Friend is always be with us everyday but best friend only found when we in sadness