Nusakambangan, We're Coming!
Cocked
“Hoi, you guys!” the male voice as the footsteps crept shocked Bima, Ilana and Falah who had just finished packing. They spontaneously looked at the source of the sound. Some men immediately surrounded.
“You lost children?” ask a man in a brown jungle hat.
“From SMA Nusantara Semarang?” not yet had time to answer, many other questions hunt three children like a thief caught.
“Iya, Pak.” says Ilana fast. “And our other two friends really need help.”
“Why?”
“Where?”
“They are with two people who seem to be an escape from one of the lawn.” bright Bima.
“Oh, you guys met them? Over where? When?”
“Near Nusa Bancak. The day before. Right there are three, sir, who escaped?” Bima.
“According to data only two people.”
“Sorry, are they both inmates convicted of corruption and death row for drug cases?” Falah asked.
“True,” sahut Mr. in a jungle hat.
“Then whose other one?” muttered Falah.
“Maybe their pick-up.” says another Father.
“So it's planned apparently.” said Mr wearing t-shirt inserted neatly. From the haircut and body it appears to be a member of the police. He looks growled.
“It also makes us wonder. They have a tent for the night. Including supplies.” Bima added information.
“We think they are actually fishermen, as one of them acknowledges. Ah, it turns out.” grunts Falah.
“Since the beginning I was suspicious.” Ilana. “Then two of our friends...” Ilana's eyes began to glaze over.
“Quiet, our people are chasing them.” said the Father again. “We're the second combing team. The team that combed the trail. Turns out they dared to go this way.”
The father nodded. “We also do the backup in the bay next to Ragapan. It's the only easy way out. Unless they want to enter the swamp, then our team also patrol the rivers.”
“About being overtaken yet, sir?” Ilana ventured to ask. His tongue feels ugly. “May they both be well?”
“We are working on. Search teams have been deployed since they disappeared. Including searching for your whereabouts.”
“You all right?” ask the man in the jungle hat again.
“Alhamdulillah, Pak.” said Falah along with a nod of the head from Bima and Ilana.
“Thank God,”
“Where's the story you got to miss the boat?” ask someone wearing tactical jack pants. “And, your condition seems fine.”
Bima, Ilana and Falah looked at each other. There is a reluctance to explain. They are too tired to repeat the word about the trip that is beyond estimate.
“It is better to take them directly to Permisan,” said the father who is suspected of police. “We can question them there. And, you better continue sweeping the path again.”
“Ready, Sir.” replied Mr. in a jungle hat. “Come, we go there.” take him to direct Bima and two friends on the road they just went through.
The three children complied after breathing a sigh of relief. At least give us some time to breathe the scent safely.
“You've eaten?” a fat man asked. He leads the way.
“Already, Mr.” says all three.
“Don't get to fainting.” he said again trying to joke.
The fat-bodied father leads the steps of children through the slopes with clear paths. The tall trees overshadow the goals. The afternoon light sometimes burns more. About twenty minutes later they arrived at Permisan Beach.
