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"MATI KAU!" Dia berteriak sekuat tenaga tak peduli akan sekitar. Sambil menancapkan pisau sepanjang telapak tangan ke dadaku sedalam mungkin, aku lalu terjerembab bersujud ke tanah. Terasa pengap sekali rasanya, terengah-engah aku berusaha bernapas. Sebilah pisau tertanam menjegal saluran pernafasanku, aku yakin sekali paru-paruku sudah rusak dan tak akan berfungsi lagi dalam waktu yang sangat dekat. Darah menggenangi tanah di bawahku. Dalam awang-awang rasa sakit yang memba'al, saat kesadaranku semakin menipis, penusukku barusan lari menjauh meninggalkanku yang sekarat. Saat itulah aku tahu pasti bahwa beberapa detik lagi aku akan mati.

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