Judas

One hour before the debate
“How is it?”
“Everything is ready sir”
“Good”
Mr. J smiled at himself. He felt satisfied, tonight is the night, he thought. He was ready for the debate, he was ready to beat his rival. Mr. J imagined himself as the president of the super power country. He would do anything to achieve his dream.
“Sir,”
“Yes, Maxwell”
“I should go now, I’m sure Mr. B is looking for me”
“Go,” said Mr. J.

“Where is Maxwell?”
“Don’t worry sir, he is not here”
“What do you want?” Mr. B asked, looked anxious.
“If they know you’re here, our plan will be in danger,” said Mr. B.
“I am sorry sir, I just want to make sure you know what to do”
“Don’t insult me, I know what to do, now get out of my room before Maxwell come,” said Mr. B.
“Yes sir,” said Damien Bancroft.

One hour after the debate
Maxwell Smith was listening to Mr. B story, but his mind wasn’t there. He was thinking of what he had to do after they arrived at the hotel. They were on the journey to the hotel where Mr. B and his success team stayed in. As Mr. B’s personal assistant, Maxwell was always beside him. He knew all about Mr. B, what he liked, what he disliked. Mr. B trusted him.

Room 302
“It’s a very long day isn’t it Maxwell?” said Mr. B while he sat on the sofa. They were on the hotel room. It was the first class, a very large room with its mini bar. He took of his shoes and relaxed on the sofa. He looked tired. He took the remote and turn on the TV.
“May I get you something to drink sir?” Maxwell asked.
“Yes, please”
Maxwell walked to the mini bar, he took a glass and poured it with water. Then he took something from his blazer. It was a small bottle. He opened the bottle and poured the liquid in the bottle into the water. He waited for a moment until the strange liquid mix with the water.
“You know what Maxwell”
“What sir?” said Maxwell who was standing behind Mr. B
“You can’t trust anybody in this world”
“Is that so, sir?”
“Yes it is”
Maxwell brought the glass in his hand, and then he gave it to Mr. B.
“Thank you” said Mr. B.
Like a thirsty deer, Mr. B drank the water until the glass was empty. Maxwell smiled, his mission was completed. Suddenly, Mr. B touched his neck, he felt something wrong with his neck. He felt like his neck was burning. He asked for help but nothing came out from his mouth. He was in pain, but Maxwell Smith didn’t help him. Then, he stopped breathing.

Room 402
“Sir, there’s a phone call for you”
“Thank you, Damien” said Mr. J to his personal assistant.
Damien Bancroft gave the phone to Mr. J. While Mr. J was talking on the phone, Damien was preparing a drink for Mr. J. It was a cold night, so Damien poured a bottle of wine to a glass. He looked around, he saw nobody, and then he took a small bottle from his pocket. He dropped the liquid into the wine. Having finished talking on the phone, Mr. J sat on the sofa. He took the Times magazine and read it. He was happy because he just heard good news from Maxwell Smith.
“Here sir, this wine could warm you up,” said Damien while he gave a glass of wine to Mr. J.
“Thank you, Damien”
Damien stood beside the sofa, he waited for the reaction of the poison. Nothing happened in the first minute, but the next minute Mr. J felt something. He felt his stomach was burning. He felt like he wanted to throw up. And all of sudden, he throw up, it was blood which came out from his mouth. He couldn’t stop throwing up. He couldn’t ask for help. He stopped throwing up when he stop breathing. Damien watched him died. When he was sure that Mr. J was dead, Damien made a phone call. He called Mr. B to inform the good news. But…, no one answer it.

The Day Bul-bul Passed Away

I have a sad story in my life. I would never forget that moment. About 5 years ago, I had three dogs. I always have dogs since I was 7 years old because I love dogs a lot. At that time, I had two male dogs and female one. I called them Cokie, Gembul, and Bul-bul. Bul-bul was still a baby, about 3 months. I liked him very much. He was very nice and friendly. He had brown and thick fur. He was fat but active. He was very adorable. I like to play with him. I really enjoyed spending my time with him.
Until one day, on a beautiful morning a tragedy happened. As usual, when morning came my dad was going jogging around our neighborhood. When he walked to our gate, he found our three dogs lied on the ground. They were all dying. Immediately, my dad called my mom and my brother. Because of the noisy voice I heard, I woke up too.
I was shocked when I saw all of them were dying. I cried because I didn’t want them to die. Then, my brother found that someone had poisoned them. Someone tried to kill my dogs. My brother found some mysterious powder in some chicken that they had eaten. We guessed someone put poison on it and threw it into our front yard and unfortunately, our dogs ate it. We didn’t know what his intention giving poison to our dogs was, but we assumed whoever did it was someone who hates dogs.
That was early in the morning, we could not go to the veterinarian. I held Bul-bul wit my arm and caressing his fur. He seemed very suffered and weak. I knew that he would die, but I couldn’t let him go. He was a very lovely, and I loved him very much. But, in a short time, he passed away in a very poor condition… I was very sad 
Fortunately, Cokie and Gembul could survive, they were alive. My brother said Cokie and Gembul survived because they were older than Bul-bul so they were stronger, but Bul-bul was just a baby, younger and weaker. This incident made me feel unhappy.
I was wondering why Bul-bul passed away so soon, why he left me. I still remembered the day before Bul-bul passed away. I had spent an afternoon with him. I remembered, I sat in a chair, I was reading comics and Bul-bul was next to me. He accompanied me. He sat near me. I never imagined that was my last time with him. That was the last time I could spend my time playing with Bul-bul.
Until now, I still feel bad about that moment. I always wonder what he looks like if he is still alive.