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Around two years ago, I went to a family trip with my all paternal relatives. The trip was overall pretty
decent, even though fortune and luck not being by my side during the trip. At least it went smooth for
the others.
As soon as we arrived in H Island; literally the island’s name; we received a warm welcome from the
inn’s management staff, whom drove us to our villas with golf cars. The Inns are very comfortable and
seemingly very exclusive. According to my uncle, who held this trip, only invited guests can enjoy their
stay in this inn. We had a delicious breakfast, an amazing lunch, and a wonderful dinner during our stay.
Everything went smoothly and according to plan.
Eventually the main event was going to be held. Family members, mostly males, are told to participate
in the diving session. We then went aboard a boat towards the middle of the open seas, where we were
literally told to drop ourselves inside the water, so we did anyways. As I leapt downwards, I immediately
encountered fishes, turtles, corals, and all of those wonderful living objects. I was so mesmerized by the
sight as I carelessly ventured the seas. Out of instinct, I began checking the oxygen odometer and
realized, it’s almost emptied. Rushing for the surface and struggling to find the boat, I have noticed that I
am no longer inside their sphere of sight. I was then reminded that they had flare guns on the scuba
outfit, as I immediately holstered and fired the flare gun. I was saved, their boat immediately came, and
we returned to the port safely. As 3 days passed, we departed from the island and returned back to
Jakarta.
In summary, I won’t dive again unless awarded something valuable. This place is hell and satanic. I don’t
care about the marine life, it’s hell. I’d rather sit at home, eat some Cheetos, and sleep for 10 hours.