
EPS 37 ARRESTED
Staying away from you doesn't mean that I want to break the cord of friendship. Nor is it because of resentment, anger or pent-up revenge. My biggest reason is because I don't want to ruin the friendship you've always made. To be honest, there was an unusual feeling when I looked clear at your eyes. A taste that rumbles and makes me rumble. And I don't know until when this sense will continue to grow.
After losing Marlon without a trace at Adisucipto airport, Erizal immediately reported it to airport security officers. He also explained about his identity and his goal of coming to Jogjakarta. Then chronologically he became acquainted with Marlon and lost his best friend this morning. He answered all the officers' questions honestly without being covered up.
But the two airport security officers did not pay attention to Erizal's answer. They even speak their own Javanese, which they do not understand. The two officers talked to each other for a long time. After that they nodded each other's heads. One of the officers crouched down in front of the boy. His eyes looked cold and firm.
“You are under age. How could you have escaped the airport inspection. Now you come with us,” said the older officer.
“Hah? I..Where are you sir?” Erizal's getting panicked.
“We will take you to the Social Service, to undergo rehabilitation before returning to your parents' home in Padang,” said the young officer.
It appears the older officer contacted someone on his cell phone.
“Din, there's a kid who got lost at the airport and couldn't go home. Please take her to Social Services.”
Erizal who heard the officer's words became startled. He tried to wriggle, but his strength was not strong enough to escape the clasps of the security officer's hands. Without feeling her tears begin to melt.
But the two officers did not budge. He pulled Erizal's hand out of the room, then carried out of the building. A black Jeep stopped right in front of them. In front of the car glass there is the inscription “AIRPORT SECURITY.” The driver got down and opened the back door.
“Come quickly go inside!” it was to Erizal.
Poor teenager has no power to resist. Finally, he complied with the time he was put in the car. A moment later, the car drove. Leaving the airport. Running fast towards a place Erizal had never visited before. A place that will give meaning and a lot of stories in his life. Rehabilitation center of the Special Region of Yogyakarta Provincial Social Service.
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Erizal has been living in a rehabilitation center for the Social Service for a week. In this place he was quarantined with several people who are similar to him. The officers in this parlor treated them very well. In addition to getting food and bed, they also get counseling. One of the officers who often talked to her was Ms. Lina.
“So you deliberately went to Jogjakarta for school with your mother's permission?” ask Lina ma'am.
Erizal nodded his head.
“Betul tube. I have letters and also writings containing messages from my mother. But it's all in the bag that my best friend Marlon.” carried
Bu Lina looked at Erizal's face. Many of the street children arrested by social service officials made various stories so that they could be released. But Erizal's face was plain and honest, and Ms. Lina was not sure the young man was lying to her.
“How do I know he's not lying?” his inner.