SUSKALA [Introduction Diary of the Soul Cluster ]
Chaptre 08. Don't Force Me Again

In a city that is densely populated, there are playgrounds for adults as well as children. The huge waterpark that was built on the edge of the city district, actually stood on a bloody rink.

The story is slowly buried by time. However, regardless, the traces of mystery left behind will not be erased just like that.

In Waterpark, which was once a former military swimming pool, there are often mystical events. Events that befall visitors with a similar form.

While swimming, there was a cold hand that suddenly gripped the feet of the visitors there. Then came the ghost of a pale blue-skinned teenage boy from the bottom of a dark pool.

With more and more victims falling, the swimming pool manager also tried to take action.

Mysticism is opposed to mysticism.

Sometime later, a psychic is hired to eliminate the mystery of the appearance of teenage ghosts that often disturb visitors.

An ethnic Chinese temperature was assigned to move the ghost of heaven. With a peaceful ritual, the teenage boy's ghost no longer lives in the dark pool.

That event happened three years ago. Since then, his spirit has appeared in the school building. In a murky pool that just appeared along with his move.

However, as Sangkala could have said, the ghost was only thrown into that school. Moved, not crossed.

Surely there is a big thing that stuck on the bridge of his story, which holds his spirit in the nature of this world. The story of his life was revealed through notes in the book owned by the teacher.

Salman, the boy's name. Although born from the womb of a swimming teacher, Salman's achievements are not as brilliant as his friends.

As a single parent, his mother who is a former athlete can not accept the defeats of her son. Victory is the absolute price for the mother.

Not only because of pride, but also the pride to resist embarrassment in the presence of parents of other swimming students who witnessed his greatness as a coach.

For the teenager, the mother's low esteem felt much more painful than her own defeat. Day by day, the demands of victory in order to keep his mother's good name increasingly make him depressed.

Gradually, the hope of the mother transformed into coercion. The climax of Salman's story occurred on that day.

Ahead of the school match, the mother again tested her speed. Salman knows that if he fails to meet the standards desired by his mother, the recognition of the word 'child' on him could be lost.

What he was afraid of happened. Salman's speed is far from his universal standard. The teenager also realized that he would never be included in the swimming team.

What he did not know was that the pool was in the process of draining when he jumped into it.

The dark atmosphere and the concussion of Salman's heart obscured his attention. Salman was sucked into a whirlpool at the bottom of a dark pool.His body then clogged the sinkhole and stuck there.

Help is late. Salman died out of breath and drank too much murky pool water. His body was found to have turned blue with terrible conditions.

The teenager died of a broken heart. However, his soul and character had already been wiped out by his own mother. Salman's spirit has indeed forgiven his mother's attitude, because he realized his death in the past was not pure fault of the mother.

But Sangkala had another opinion. At least Sangkala wants his mother to feel what Salman feels, even though only through a dream.

He must feel the depth of the son's sadness and fear in the breath. And through that astral experience, all the regrets of the mother was getting stronger, making him aware of the mistakes of his attitude to Salman had forced his ego as long as his son lived.

Imbasnya, the mother dared to throw something that had been blocking the spirit of her son to go across.

The medal.

Things that should be a pride but actually end up being a barrier wall. That night, after everything that happened, there was finally no more coercion for Salman.

His spirit can rest in peace.

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...Day 7 Records...

...Dear, diary......

...Many parents are unknowingly killing their own flesh and blood characters under the pretext of loving them....

...The ego has blinded their hearts, self-esteem has dulled their hearts. ...

...When they are conscious, it is usually too late......

^^^-Sangkala^^^