Adult Templeists

I wondered why they were so busy accusing each other of accusations. They love to be rude to me and to my friends. They like to hit, kick and whatever they do must be violent. I don't like adults. Even the worst when they pointed the rifle they brought to the temple of my friend named Ardo. Fortunately there were those who helped Ardo. I immediately turned her temples which were bleeding with the cloth I was tearing.

I used to think that adults like to be nice to young children, friendly and helpful to others. But the reality I saw with my own eyes was different. They are not like that! They are rude, they like to hurt my friends. Even two days ago one of my friends named Arsyad died. Because they throw a ball the size of a castle ball. Then suddenly it exploded before Arsyad. I heard the news two hours later. And from that moment on I believed that adults were not good people.

Mother's word my house is gone. Already flat on the ground. I do not believe. Then my father once visited the old house with me. And I believe, it turns out that Mother is right that my house is flat on the ground. I asked Daddy "Daddy, is this all the adults who do it?" I said to my father who was full of bandages
"The adult is an adult who is not careful ..." Father answered slowly
"Why do adults like to do that? Isn't it better for adults to be like Daddy. Always good to me and my friends. Always holding when I cry. Always feed me if I go on a hunger strike. Why can't adults like that? "I said innocently
"Not all adults can be like that, kid. You can't force them. So if you already know they're not good adults. You never approach and never imitate them. Understood, son ?! "said Father looking at me sharply. Occasionally he fixed a bandage on his face that was wrapped in perfection.