On An Island

A Picture

Feeling threatened, Cresen fled. But the babies ran faster than him. So that charcoal flour managed to turn his white skin black. Cresen who was already black could only cover his eyes so as not to be exposed to charcoal dust.

After the entire body of Cresen that is not closed becomes black then the babies stop. Oryza Sativa who saw his son silent, became anxious.

"Darling, are you okay?" asked the Chief to approach.

But Cresen did not answer instead applying his black arm to the face of Oryza Sativa. The woman was surprised. But then he laughed, when he saw the face of his son who resembled an army was at war. So the charcoal flour war continued between Cresen and Oryza Sativa.

At that time the villagers who were hunting came along with the villagers who fled when there was smallpox. Cresen and Oryza Sativa have not yet realized there are guests without an invitation to come to the village.

"Chief of the Tribe, there are people who carry a lot of babies" said someone who came suddenly.

"What?" ask the Chief.

He has not heard clearly. Finally sat down and let Cresen smear the charcoal onto his face freely.

"There's a baby that looks like Panthera Leo there. Brought by the fleeing inhabitants when we're cursed!" answer the man explained.

Cresen. Oryza Sativa stood up and stepped towards the place in question. Cresen followed him from behind.

"Look at them!" exclaim the bearer of tidings.

Cresen saw people in uniform standing in front of the people who were carrying them. How surprised he is.

"Oryza Sativa, don't come any closer!" shout Cresen.

The Chieftain who was in front of him stopped and turned to Cresen. Just then the people who had gathered in the field, turned to Cresen.

"They're bad guys!" shouted Cresen warning.

Cresen recalls the time of his abduction. Where everyone wears the same uniform. The Chief was confused by Cresen's words.

"They're babies, how bad can they be?" ask Oryza Sativa.

Before Cresen answered, one of the Cresen search team members put his hand in the bag. Cresen quickly took the stone axe that was in the hands of one of the residents.

"Don't move! Raise your hands!" cresen's orders in his country language.

The one in uniform looked at each other and then looked at the trembling Cresen.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? What's freaking you out?" ask Oryza Sativa.

Cresen actually feels more anger than fear. And he was embarrassed at the same time. The stone axe he pointed towards the man in uniform turned out to be very heavy for him.

To maintain his position in order to keep pointing towards the man in uniform, made his hands tremble and finally his body tremble. Embarrassed, and failing to look cool, he threw away the axe and picked up a piece of wood.

"Damn it, it's raw wood, and it turns out to be heavy, too" he murmured. Then remove the wood and replace it with twigs.

Everyone who saw him could only remain silent as if hypnotized. Waiting for the next Cresen action. What else would he pick up and point at the men in uniform.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted. Only the leaves blown by the wind moved. Then the man in uniform pulled his hand out.

"Lift hands!" shout Cresen. He spoke in his native language, pointing a twig at the face of a uniformed man.

They were about ten feet away. The man raised his hand. In his hand was a piece of photo that had been plastic-coated. And that's a picture of Cresen.

"We came just to look for this boy!" exclaim that guy. While showing a piece of photo, and pay attention to the curves of Cresen's face.

"This child's face looks like the child we're looking for. His skin is more black. Is it possible because of the reason for never taking a shower?" the man and his colleagues.

The villagers who were near the man holding the photo of Cresen were shocked.

"Huh, Panthera Leo there are two!" yells.

Then took the photo and handed it to the Chief. Oryza Sativa was shocked. He thought that Cresen's picture was of a tiny baby.

"This baby is so small, hasn't he been bathing in a magic well since birth?" Oryza Sativa looked towards Cenayang.

"Panthera Leo, you can't be rude to a baby smaller than you. Poor him, his body is not whole" said Oryza Sativa worriedly.

"It's not a baby, it's just a picture of me!" exciting Cresen.

"the photo? Is that a photo?" ask Oryza Sativa.

"The photo is an image made with a special tool!" answer the cresen.

"And if I have arrived in the city, then something like this I can make up to thousands of sheets in an instant" continued Cresen.

But then he remembered again with the men in uniform.

"You guys, keep your hands together!" cresen said again to those who actually still raised their hands.

Then Cresen told some of the villagers to take out whatever was in the pocket of the man in uniform. There are a lot of weapons they hide.

Cresen took a firearm that he thought was lighter. Then tell the villagers to take the rest. But before the weapons were touched, he told them to stop.

"You take this one, this one and this one and that one!" said later.

The villagers did as they ordered. And told them to tie up the men in uniform.

"Why should they be tied up?" ask Oryza Sativa.

"Because they're bad guys!" Cresen.

"Cruel what? If they're naughty, I'll punish them!"

"What is the punishment? They drugged me, kidnapped me and threw me into the sea."

"Kidnap? Drugging?" Oryza Sativa is still confused.

"He kidnapped me, took me forcibly and drugged me. You know what dope is? It's the medicine that put me to sleep!"

"Then I want the dope!"

"Huh? What's for?"

"If you have trouble sleeping, or can't stay still I'll just give you an anesthetic" Oryza Sativa replied nonchalantly.

The entire islanders listened to Cresen and Oryza Sativa arguing.

"Then how? Are they tied up or drugged?" ask the villagers who had been listening.

Cresen patted his lidad.

"That's what they are, tie the strong and don't let go. One over. They're not babies!" Cresen took the other weapon and put it in the basket

"Bring these things, but don't touch this part." Cresen tells Oryza Sativa not to pull the trigger accidentally while lifting the long-barreled firearm.

"Hey, Son! Are you Cresen. If it is, then your grandfather is waiting for you!" yells a man in uniform.

Cresen, who had wanted to leave, finally turned away.

"Trust me. He's here now." The man in uniform tried to guess that the black boy was Cresen.

He felt that the boy was different from the others, although now he was as black as the islanders. But the difference is very striking, especially in terms of cleverness. Makes him believe that the boy is Cresen.

"If you don't believe it, you can see for yourself. But one of us has to come. Because right now, you are on the plane" said the man in uniform again.

All the men in uniform were also trying to convince Cresen.

"You think I'm gonna believe you?"