Defiant (5/365)

 Young people were always the trouble makers. Youngsters like Aranda Santoso, only 22 years old, who dreams of the world. Tragic as it may, but death was absolute. His end was his own making. Nobody told him to sneakily get on the back of the truck bound somewhere he did not even know, asleep under the rocking journey through this countryside path, in the cold of night. The truck driver was rushing, after losing valueable time fixing broken drivetrain, he had no option but to make his journey in the dark of night, despite his exhaustion. The family in the car was heading the opposite way, but their headlights were too weak. A recipe for disaster indeed.

 "Come, Son," the angel of death called him out, his voice booming through Aranda Santoso's core. The young man was going nowhere grappling at pebbles.

 "Aranda Santoso," the angel of death called him the second time. "Accept that your end has arrived," he commanded. "Leave your body behind and come with me to heaven. Your body has shattered and you have run out of blood. Your body died and it's time for you to let go of this world."

 There was no answer, but the young man continued to grapple about with only a faint heart beating. It was not a good scene. The mother's spirit grew restless. The driver and his subordinate had long accepted their fate, but the woman's spirit was near her wailing family. There were bonds between blood that transcend the realm of death and living.