Execution Island
Kidnaping

Kidnaping

    In the middle of the silent wilderness, there was only the roaring roar of the wind. Occasionally the sound of the forest and the chirping of night birds enliven the quiet atmosphere. A box car is traveling at medium speed. 

     Meanwhile, on the edge of the beach not far from the wilderness. Slowly the sound of the pounding waves accompanied the medium-sized ship to return to the dock. The medium-sized and white-painted ship that some time ago carried a box car containing two teenagers crossed the ocean to an island far from the mainland. A remote island that not many people know, even fishermen.

     "Where am I... ?!" exclaimed a teenager who had fallen asleep with his eyes closed a black cloth. His hands are tied back. From behind the black cloth that closed his eyes, he tried to look up, looking for his peers. Clingukan, he directed his gaze to find his friend named Arif. 

     "Riff.... Arif... Where are you .. ?" with a voice that he deliberately put down, this young man continued to ensure the whereabouts of his friend. 

     "I'm here Pan, beside you" replied Arif who turned out to be not far from the position of the Typhoon, the name of the teenager.  The condition of these two teenagers is not much different. They were in a box of cars that kept driving through the wilderness. Occasionally the two complain when the vehicle they are riding in is shaken because it crosses a hole or oppresses rocks and tree trunks that block the road.

     Their whole bodies were bruised and bruised.  In between their lips they give off a red liquid.  All that they get when going home to their homes after a day of busking at the crossroads are quite crowded.

     Typhoon a little relieved, at least he is not alone confined in a box car that continues to drive somewhere. He recalled what happened a few hours ago. An event he will never forget in his lifetime. 

     "Where are you guys going  ?!" snapped at an adult man with a large stature. Typhoon, Arif and Riko who did not expect to be blocked and snapped like that only showed expressions such as confusion and fear. How not, it has been a few years they scavenge fortune as buskers at the location. Just this time there was someone who confronted them with a snarling voice.

     They never had a dispute with anyone. Be it fellow buskers or traders, or with citizens who pass by.

     "Heh. you are asked instead of answering, instead of glaring. Challenging you.... ?!" this time it was a fat man with a bald head that spoke. His eyes glared furiously at the three teenagers before them.

     "Maa. sorry sir. Uh bang.. we want to go home" replied Arif spontaneously. His body trembled withstanding the intense fear. Not much different, the condition of Typhoon and Riko. 

      "I'm not brazen.I'm your father... !"

     "Had it.., just beat them up and put them in the car. Don't let us be late to meet the big boss, we'll run out !" exclaimed the fat man while paying attention to the surrounding situation that had started to quiet down.

     These three teenage guards are getting scared. I could not understand what the two people in front of them were saying. All three were aghast when a punch hit the stomach of the Typhoon. This teenager was not ready to get a sudden attack, immediately his body fell down. From his mouth came a coughing sound.

     Arif panicked, he tried to help his friend. But a loud slap he got. Not until there, big tall men continue to hit and kick him until he fell. His lips were bleeding and his body was bruised - bruised.

     "Rich... lariii.... !" a loud shout from the Typhoon resuscitated the confused Riko. With a sitting position to withstand the pain, the Typhoon reminded his friend to save himself. But late. Before Riko stepped up, a hard grip managed to strangle the teenager's neck. Now slowly Riko's body lifted. His feet were looking for a foothold with a suffocated throat. His face began to turn red indicating that it was difficult to get oxygen to breathe.

     "Hahaha... You must come with us !" exclaimed the fat and bald-headed man who made Riko almost die out of breath, if only Typhoon was late to help him.

      The typhoon rose, as powerful as the guitar used to be used as a weapon to collect coins for rupiah coins. With the rest of the energy, he threw the guitar into the bald head of the fat man.

Brainsk.... !

     The black guitar shattered. Not long after Riko's body released and fell. Not waiting for long he ran away with all his might. After feeling safe, he ventured to see what his two friends had experienced from afar.

     "Bad 'em !" hardik fat man while fingering his bald head that was slightly bleeding. His body staggered and almost fell. Seeing the situation, Typhoon prepared to run after Riko to save himself. 

     "You're coming with us !"  the bald man spoke out loudly, occasionally his hands groped the former impact of a guitar that looked round like a boil.

     "But sir, what's our fault... ?" Arif Lirih's voice expected the mercy of the two humans who were like monsters. Unlike the Typhoon that looked strong, there was not the slightest fear emanating on his face. Being stared at by the two people who were in front of him seemed challenging. Wasted far away - far away the pain that befell all over his body.

     "You're not wrong" replied the big tall man.

     "Why did you beat us up ?" Typhoon sounds as if demanding justice. The two men did not ask that question. Without further ado, the two teenagers pulled into the box of a car parked not far from where they were standing. 

     "Quick put them in, we don't have time to get the bonus promised by the big boss" said the big tall man. His right hand opened the rear car box while his left hand gripped Arif's body which continued to wriggle. But the power is meaningless.

     "True you said, we must leave immediately. I guess these two boys were enough as the bonus ransom he promised" replied the bald man. Both hands were busy tying Cyclone and Arif. Not to forget their eyes were closed using a black cloth that was quite thick. Shortly after, the vehicle left the scene of the kidnapping. 

     "Where do we want to take Pan... ?" tanya Arif disperse the memories of his friend. Half-whispering, he worried that the two men behind the wheel would hear their chatter. With his eyes still closed he tried to control himself who was filled with fear.

     "I don't know Rif. Looks like we've left town. From earlier I did not hear the sound of other vehicles, be it a motorcycle or a car" said the typhoon slowly.

     "I'm scared, Pan. Mom must be worried because I haven't come home yet" 

     "Swimming Rif. Riko survived, she must have told us about our situation. I hope someone helps us" 

     "If not how about Pan ? huhuhoo..."

     Arif wept bitterly, imagining the death that lay in his sight. While his best friend continues to strengthen, Arif hopes not to dissolve in sadness and fear. However, they must be able to think using common sense logic and of course surrender to God. That's why it's important to deal with this difficult situation.

     "We give everything to God, the owner of the universe. Substances that hold our lives" answered the steady Typhoon. Arif was silent and slowly able to calm his troubled mind.

     "Now you open the black cloth that covers my eyes" asked Typhoon.

"How's Pan, my hands are tied ?"

"Use your teeth, untie them" 

     Without waiting any longer, Arif immediately did what his best friend said. After removing the blindfolded cloth, he switched to unbinding on both Typhoon hands.

     After that, the Typhoon replacements that freed Arif from both bonds in his body. This time, he removed the entire bond using both hands. 

"Thank God, we can finally break this bond"

     "Yes Rif, now we have to think about how to get out of this box car" replied Typhoon slowly. Occasionally his eyes glanced at the two people behind the wheel. From the two-square-sized glass, he could clearly see a bald man with a lump on his head who was still fast asleep. While next to him a large tall man was focusing on driving a vehicle that split the dark of the night in the middle of a creepy wilderness.