FRIEND OF THE NATION
EPS 38 TRAVEL WRITERS
EPS 38 TRAVEL WRITERS
Travel writers travel to unspoiled places. Painting nuances through writing. Which can be enjoyed by those who are always thinking. Through the silence of the heart and the sharpness of reason, you dissolve all your power to give birth to the best work. And it will make you immortal all the time.
The night is late. The full moon shines so brightly in its perfectly round shape. After the Isya prayer, Erizal sat staring at the moon. His heart felt so missed to his mother. His new life journey has begun. And he had never expected to encounter such difficulties as he was going through now.
“Call always your son bundo, only your prayers will always take care of me,” he said while staring at the face of the moon.
Then he took the blank paper and the ballpoint. She remembered her mother's fondness for writing whatever she had that day. The word bundo many lessons that we can with us write down every event that we experience everyday. At least we can introspect when we make a mistake and tell where the mistake came from.
“Today even a week already I live in this place. I met a lot of people who were still asking a lot of questions, but they never trusted me. There was no clarity from anyone about what I should do or what they would do to me. Yes, God give me a bright path. I only wish the best of my life,” he wrote.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
“Assalamu’alaikum!”
“Wa’alaikum salam warokhmatullah.”
Erizal closed the window curtain, then walked up to the door and opened it.
“Eh, Peno kang. Please enter kang.”
“Sorry Erizal, you're called bu Lina right now.”
“What did Miss Lina call me kang nights?”
The caretaker of the DIY Social Service rehabilitation center shook his head again.
“I don't know either, but it looks important. Hurry up you get there, don't let Miss Lina wait too long.”
After delivering his message, the Peno kang turned his body and returned to the Security room. Erizal immediately changed his shirt with Muslim clothes, wore a sarong, then walked to the office room to meet Lina. Through a large window, she could see that Ms. Lina was still working on something behind her desk. The teenager immediately knocked on the door of his room.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
“Assalamu’alaikum!”
“Wa’alaikum salam warokhmatullah. Enter Erizal,” sahut bu Lina friendly.
With a doubtful step, Erizal walked into the large room. Ms. Lina invited him to sit in front of her desk. Erizal sat him down on the soft seat and new it. But he felt the seat felt full of thorns. Her heart became agitated, let alone Lina's mother silencing her and not immediately saying anything.
“Sorry mom. A...Well did you call me here?”
Bu Lina put down her tuls tool, then smiled looking at the face of Elzar who looked confused
“There is good news you need to know,” said Ms. Lina
Eliar stands dumbstruck. Genbira news? What news?
“Mother just thought earlier, so mom went straight to meet the airport security. I ask the security forces to turn back the CCTV during the kidnapping of Marlon's brother,” he said in a soft tone.
Huh huh? Erizal. But his heart was quite happy, there was at least hope that all these events would unfold. And he was able to rediscover the precious treasures of his life, the handwriting of his mother, which was stored in the bag carried by his best friend, Marlon Isier.
