On An Island

A Photo

Smelling the aroma of cooking, Cresen was tempted and forgot his purpose, but then he hit his own head slowly.

"No, but I'm looking for something. Mama...do you keep a stick made of wood?" ask Cresen directly.

"Yes, it's in a toolbox, it's in a warehouse. Because no one's been wearing them for a long time." The woman turned off the stove and covered her cooking.

"Let's take it!" bring him.

They also arrived at a warehouse. Then in the barn the woman pulled out a stick.

"Look, here's the stick" said the woman.

He handed it to Cresen. As he was about to close the toolbox, he asked.

"Darling... Why are you looking for this stick?"ask the woman. Cresen was silent and just shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright then, let's eat first," the woman asked.

He walked out of the warehouse room first and Cresen carefully walked on his tiptoes behind him. Unbeknownst to the homeowner, Cresen slowly lifted the wooden bat and prepared to hit the woman on the head.

But just as he was about to hit the woman on the head, someone caught his hand from behind and pulled it. Then push it to the floor. The woman looked back and saw a man drop Cresen.

The woman wanted to scream but the person who dropped Cresen immediately drugged her, with a handkerchief. The woman fainted and was placed slowly on the floor. Cresen got up and tried to hit the guy. But the guy dodged and kicked Cresen in the stomach. Then for a moment there was a fight there.

"I didn't expect you to be that reckless, just to steal in this house."

"Whatdidyou say? I steal? I never thought about stealing what else would I steal?" Cresen strongly denied.

"Don't lie! You don't know that I can see everything that's going on in this house. I saw for myself that you took out the things that were in the closet. If not to steal then for what?"

"That's none of your business, you don't need to know. This is my mother's house anyway. I couldn't have stolen it in my own mother's house" Cresen replied.

"What... hahaha did your mother say? That woman is your mama?" asked the man in a mocking tone.

"Well, she's my mom, why?" challenge Cresen.

"You don't know who that woman is, don't try to admit that you're her son. Because the son of that woman is me. His only biological son. And I'm the one who made this house for her. To protect him from criminals like you," said the man.

"So now it's best to confess, before I make you confess in a sadistic forced manner. Because I won't let my mother suffer anymore" he continued.

"Whatdidyou say? You are his son? Don't lie! Do you think I'm stupid? What's the evidence that you're his son?" challenge Cresen.

The man reached into the wallet. Then take out a photo. Then show the photo to Cresen. There was a young woman with a teenage boy. About the same age as Cresen was smiling.

Cresen tried to reach for the photo, so he could see more clearly in the picture. Maybe it was a fake photo. Although at first glance the boy resembled the man before him.

But before Cresen managed to take a piece of the photo, the man had already pulled his hand and put the photo back into his wallet.

"I haven't seen it clearly."

The boy quickly looked at his hand. There was a baseball bat dust on his hand. Then he rubbed his hands against his pants many times. Until he was sure that his palms were clean. The man scrunched his forehead. Wonder.

"Now both my hands are clean. Let's give me that photo. I want to see it again!" get Cresen.

"Just boy. Don't waste time. I gave you one more chance to confess. Tell me who your boss sent you to this island. Or you want to disappear from the face of this earth, without anyone ever knowing."

Cresen thought to himself. "How can this man claim to be the son of the woman Is this man, taking advantage of the woman's memory loss. Who is that woman really? And why did this man claim to be his son?"

"Ok, well if you are his son, why does the woman you call your mqm not know you?" ask Cresen to act like a child detective.

"That's because I was kidnapped at the time I was your age. But when I returned, I found him in a very miserable state. It's shackled in a dark place. When I saw him he was so scared."

"Huh, is he scared? It must be because she's not your mom. Never mind. confess it," ledek Cresen. The man is angry

"I'm not done talking!" hardik the man.

"Yes already talked! Who shut the fuck up!"

The man sighed and continued his story. "I brought her to this island to help restore your memory. So I built a house similar to where we used to live. And arranged it in such a way, just like the last time I saw it."

Despite having heard the man's story, Cresen remained in disbelief. Likewise with the man, he still suspects Cresen wants to hurt the woman who is recognized as his mother. So he took a cell phone and contacted someone.

Not long after, some people came into the house. Then they tried to catch Cresen. The boy tried to fight back, and in the middle of the fight the man stuffed something into Cresen's mouth. Cresen lost his balance.

He became drunk and saw something as if it was spinning and he finally sat down. The men immediately arrested Cresen. Take him somewhere in an ambulance.

In that place Cresen paired a tool that will detect if someone is lying. Then he interrogated Cresen once more.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Corazn."

"Who's your boss?"

"What's a boss, a mob boss like in a movie?I don't have a boss. Are you a boss? Your head has three."

The man sighed, even though he asked many times Cresen still replied in the same way. He came to the island of his own free will. Aim to find a doctor, who can treat his mother. Which he says hasn't woken up until now.

"Tell me where you live!"

Cresen replied and said that he lived on an island. Then tell me what the state of the island he lives on. That humans and animals and plants are large in there. Hearing this, the people in the room laughed.

"Well, is this kid smart or stupid? Why isn't he honest? But choose to say nonsense" said one of them.

"So what should we do now? Do we have to torture him to confess?" ask the others.