FRIEND OF THE NATION
EPS 16 WHERE'S MARLON?
EPS 16 WHERE'S MARLON?
Friendship is made because of faith and hope. Confidence fosters a sense of mutual need and mutual trust. Hope is optimism that must be cultivated to achieve goals. Make friendship, for there is nothing we can do without hope and faith.
That afternoon the atmosphere at Adisucipto airport was very busy. People passed by like moving machines with irregular grooves, they busied themselves without words. Who did not go back and forth just sit still while playing his fingers on the board of his cellphone. Marlon and Erizal stood glued in front of the airport toilet. Only their swirling gazes observed the surrounding state.
“Marlon, you go to the bathroom first. Let me keep our things here,” Erizal whispered.
Marlon hesitated. Then step into the toilet which is divided into several rooms. He went into the bathroom where the door was open, and locked it from the inside. Erizal was waiting outside. Sitting on the floor with her own bag of rangs. Shortly after, Marlon came out of the bathroom. His face looks fresh and wet.
“You didn't shower all?” ask Erizal.
Marlon shook his head.
“No. I just washed my feet and face.”
Then replace Erizal who went into the bathroom. Shortly thereafter, there was a sound of water and water being sprayed. Apparently Erizal took a shower and cleaned himself. Erizal had been in the bathroom for about fifteen minutes. Marlon waited quietly for him. Suddenly his stomach rang, kriyuk. Incidentally since getting off the plane, they had not eaten anything.
“Ah, instead of waiting quietly, I should go out to buy rice packs. Later when he finished bathing, Erizal stayed to eat with me, his inner”.
With great difficulty he carried his rangsel bag and his best friend's out of the lobby room. Then cross the road to the row of stalls that are there.
“Warung Nasi Mbekayu Kimah,” her inner self while reading the writing outside the stall. “Ah I can buy rice there.”
Marlon went into the tent. A middle-aged woman, fat and her hair in a bun, greeted him kindly.
“Bade napa ngersakne, mas?” the woman asked in Javanese.
Marlon did not understand the meaning of the words, but he answered just the origin.
“Ehm..I want to find food.”
Her mother smiled.
“Ow, want to eat? Have seat. Can't talk Java?”
Marlon shook his head.
“This food wants in packs what to eat here?”
“Wrapped.”
“How much?”
“Two.”
“What chicken is cow?”
“Ayam.”
“You thighs, chest, wings, head what offal?”
Marlon fell silent, thinking for a moment. Apparently he's a little confused.
“How about mas? Want thighs, chest, wings, head what offal?”
“Eh, everything is.”
Again the mother smiled.
“That means complete. Incidentally there is still one chicken that is still intact. Want?”
Marlon nodded his head back. The mother took a large oil paper. Take the fried chicken whole, then put it on the oil paper.
“Pake grated fried coconut what use cremesan?”
“Cremesan.”
“Pedes what not?”
“No.”
Keep her mother quiet. Contains rice, basil leaves and cucumber slices to order. Then wrap it neatly.
“You want to drink pesen?”
Marlon nodded his head.
“Iya. Ice sweet tea two.”
The mother called her maid.
“Lin, iced tea sweet two. Wrapped!”
A young girl made two glasses of sweet iced tea, then put it in a small plastic.
“All how many bu?” ask Marlon.
“A hundred seventy-five thousand rupiah.”
Marlon flinched, his forehead instantly wrinkling. But he did not dare to protest. He took a hundred and seventy-five thousand and gave it to his mother.
“That whole fried chicken costs a hundred and fifty thousand. Two-pack rice is as bad as twenty-five thousand,” he said explaining as if he knew the contents of the young man's heart.
Marlon nodded his head. Then he rushed out of the tent stall, intending to return to the airport. But a few meters he stepped, suddenly someone pulled his collar from behind, then dragged him behind a large bottle palm tree. Not yet lost his shock, he suddenly felt a cold object stuck to his neck.
“Do not move! Follow my orders, otherwise I will slash your neck!” snapped it.
Marlon glanced at the cold object stuck to his neck, it turned out to be a very sharp celurit. Looks sparkling in the sun. Then the edge of his eyes looked back. A large, burly tall man who gripped and dragged his body. There are also many tattoos on his thick body.
“Send all the money and valuables you brought to me. Fast!” snatch the man again.
Marlon's body shook violently. Fear instantly roiled his body. He doesn't know what to do. Only his right hand moved reflexively into his shirt pocket. Then handed the rest of the money he had to the robber. Just now the money came out of his pocket, instantly snatched by the foreign man.
“Lateness. Here!” said the man.
He took the money out of Marlon's hand and counted it.
“What is this? Twenty-five thousand rupiah?” said annoyed. “You want me to kill you right now?”
Marlon raised both hands.
“Do Not Bapade. Forgive me.”
“Then, quickly spend all your money!”
Marlon shook his head.
“No.”
“What!”
“No bapade. My money is up, this is all that's left.”
The man's face looked upset. Then he called someone.
“Kimah! Out you!”
The rice-selling woman came out of her tent and rushed to the man.
“Iya Kang Misman, what is it?”
“Surgery her bag!”
Kimah immediately put out her orders. In the notya bag belonging to Marlon and Erizal, randomized, then issued its contents.
“Nothing. Just shabby and ugly clothes.”
“HP?”
“No.”
“White?”
Kimah shook her head.
“You yourself didn't say he was the son of a rich man?”
“Iya kang's. You see, he just bought a whole chicken one hundred and seventy-five thousand. He paid in cash, but I usually sell one hundred and twenty-five thousand.”
Misman's face grew increasingly upset. You stupid woman! objurgation.
***
Meanwhile Erizal who just finished bathing looks shocked when he does not see Marlon in his place. Neither do their bags. The view immediately rotated far away, circling the vast airport lobby space, searching for the body of his best friend among thousands of people. But to no avail, he did not see Marlon at all in that place. Where is Marlon, he said in his heart. There's no sign of her existence. Erizal started to worry.
“Marlon!” his yell. “Marlon!”
His loud, sharp shrill voice filled the airport room. Most people immediately noticed it. But Erizal doesn't care. He just kept calling - calling his best friend to the highway. His voice has received attention from the security forces. Some police rushed him to the security room.
