Execution Island
Grief News
Grief News
That night the weather was quite bright, the light of street lamps and the round moonlight was not enough to make the heart of a teenager to calm down. His heart was agitated and worried for the safety of his two friends.
Riko tries to catch the vehicle carrying Typhoon and Arif. He continued to follow the car that carried his two colleagues by running, but in vain. Just a few minutes he ran with all his might, his legs limp no longer able to move. His joints were shaky even trembling. His eyes continued to accompany the departure of his two best friends until the vehicle disappeared in a corner of the road. With a sluggish sit and a sad face, he said softly.
"I'm sorry, buddy. Hope you guys are okay. I'm going to go get help" not feeling like a thin, clear feather on his cheek and dripping down the black road asphalt. Not long after, he got up. He wiped away the tears that were dripping and rushed out of the place.
Collected the rest - the rest of the energy, he returned to running. Now the goal is the home of his two friends. Soon he wants to tell what happened to the family of Typhoon and Arif. Riko kept running, going in and out of the narrow alleys winding as if an endless labyrinth.
Then he passed an old bridge that stretched fragile. Underneath it flows turbid river water in deep brown. Not far from the bridge were seen some children were engrossed in plunging themselves into a stream that looked calm. Apparently the light of the full moon is bright enough to make them desperate to swim in the river night - night like this. The boys without a thread roared with a swim accompanied by various kinds of garbage coming from upstream. Every now and then the boisterous sounds of each other - the mouth racing out of their tiny mouths.
After being across the river, Riko walked into a narrow alley. He was still running, not caring about anything around him. It makes some people who are busy playing chess amazed - astonished. Parents and young people circling a chessboard were distracted.
"Why Si Riko came home running - running so. Like being chased by demons ?" exclaimed the old man who was moving his pawn a few steps.
"Yes, not as usual" said the young man standing behind the old man.
"Usually he came home with Typhoon Arif. Where are those two kids ?" other middle-aged men. His views are circulated looking for answers. Soon their attention returned to the chessboard. The two people who were facing - the front is now eating each other's chess pieces.
Riko's steps came to a halt in front of a two-story house. With breath still hunting, this teenager swung his clenched fingers. The door was brown with doubt - doubt. His eyes glanced through every part of the cream-colored house. Not forgetting he said hello, hoping the owner of the house would come out soon.
"Assyn....!" said Riko hastily and in a high voice. But the net has not yet found the parents of Typhoon, the owner of the house. Repeated once again his greeting, and now it sounds authentic from within.
"Waalaikumsalam... who.... ?" replied a middle-aged woman. Rushing he opened the door and found his son's friend standing uneasily.
"I'm Riko, ma'am"
"Ooo... What's wrong with Riko ?"
"I want to tell you" replied Riko a little confused where to start. He could not bear to see the old man in front of him grieving.
"What news does Riko have?, what about my son Typhoon?, where is he now ?" As if having a hunch, the woman catches Riko with questions about Typhoon, her son.
"Topan and Arif kidnapped ma'am. Forgive me, I can not save them" said Riko Iirih, like regretting myself who can not do anything.
"What.... !!!" asked the middle-aged woman before him in a quite loud voice. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight hearing the news. His eyes glared in disbelief, instantly his body went limp.
His legs were no longer able to support his fat body. She almost fell if her husband was late. Immediately the wife's body was broken, helped by Riko who panicked to see all that.
"What's wrong with Riko" asked his father Typhoon as he led his wife to sit on the sofa. Outside was crowded with neighbors. They came when they heard a noise from the living room of the Typhoon house.
"Topan and Arif were kidnapped sir" replied Riko Lirih.
"Are you sure Riko ?" ask the old man again, as if he did not believe the truth of the teenage speech before him.
"Very sure sir, because I was also almost taken by the kidnapper. Fortunately the Typhoon saved me so I could run" Riko explained at length. This teenager told him everything, so he did not realize a middle-aged woman was pushing in through the crowd of people who were huddled in front of the house Typhoon.
"Arif... my son ... Where is he, Riko ?" exclaimed a stammered mother - the brick resisted the emotional shock of hearing the shocking news. His face was fixed looking for answers on the face of the teenager before him. She was Arif's mother. The three teenagers lived next door, so they knew each other.
"Arif kidnapped ma'am" replied Riko.
"What the hell.... !" the woman was shocked. His eyes closed and instantly his body fell on the floor with a limp body.
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The day had gone by when a couple walked into the courtyard of a large building. Behind the two followed a mother whose age was not much different.
The look of his face looks gloomy, occasionally the hands that began to wrinkle it rubbed their eyes that looked watery.
"Assalamualaikum" said the man wearing a black shirt and a black peci. He is the father of Typhoon. In front of him stood an officer with a watchful eye. His hand held a long-barreled rifle in a alert position.
"Waalaikumsalam, can we help you sir, buk...?" answer the officer. His eyes continued to spy every inch of the bodies of the three old men in front of him. Then he invited them to sit down.
"We want to make a report of the abduction that befell our son" replied Mr. Typhoon with a smile, hoping that his report would be followed up soon. While the officer who sat facing the other person was only a mangosteen. Long he pensive. His hand turned back the page of the book before him. I don't know what's on his mind. Then he said.
"Do you have any evidence that your son was kidnapped ?" ask the officer.
"Instantially our son hasn't come home yet sir. His friend witnessed for himself if my son was kidnapped" the cyclone's parents said hesitantly. The feeling is starting to feel bad. In his heart, his efforts will be in vain.
"If the father hasn't come home yet, it's not proof that the father was kidnapped, it could be that he went with his friend" the officer replied again. A tearful thread cannot touch the officer's conscience. He ignored the old man's report for reasons made - fabricated and senseless. The officer rose to his feet, but was prevented by the hand of Arif's mother. With compassion and compassion he tried to beg the officer for mercy.
"Help our son, sir" said the mother, holding back a cry. But in vain, his efforts did not bear fruit.
It could no longer be expressed the rumbling taste in his third chest. Disappointed, angry, sad mixed into one. Slowly and surely they got up, about to return home. There is nothing more to be expected of those paid by the state. Their homes, their vehicles, their clothes, even the credit for them is obtained from public taxes.
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That afternoon drizzle down to wet the earth. In contrast to this afternoon, the scorching heat was excruciating. A young man of about twenty-five years entered the house he had not been in for a long time.
After saying his greetings, he rushed towards the living room which also became one with the family room. He scanned every corner of the room he had left, not much changed.
On the beige wall is still faithfully attached to three figurines containing a photo of him wearing an army uniform, then a photo of the sister in his mother's sling, and the last photo of a couple and their two sons.
His steps stopped when his eyes found the mother was fighting with grief. While the father was sitting next to him, his hand was holding the wife to calm down.
"Assalamualaikum" said the young man slowly. He did not want to surprise his parents.
"Waalaikumsalam, have you gone home Toni ?" the father replied when he realized the presence of the young man named Toni.
"Your sister was kidnapped, Ton" said the mother, holding out her hand to kiss the child. Her crying came back. Hearts of all who hear them.
"Topan kidnapped who buk...., sir... ?" asked Toni with a face of astonishment. What do they say they kidnapped street buskers.
"We don't know who kidnapped Typhoon and Arif. And neither do you know why they kidnapped your brother Ton" his father replied at length. The young man was very angry to hear the news.
As a former member of an elite force, he is ready to die to find and save his younger brother. Whatever obstacles he faces, he is ready. His soul and body were already immune by every obstacle. In the ocean, the height of the mountain, the steepness of the rock cliffs even the safest of wild animals he was used to face.
"Father, I'm calming my mind. Let this be Toni's business" said the young man steadily.
"Find Riko, son, he's a key witness. Who knows, he can provide important information" said the father. While the mother continued to sob.
"Then, Toni left first. Pray that Toni can bring the Typhoon home safely" the young man stood up. He kissed the hands of his parents as a form of respect and begged for the blessing of his departure.
Not lost tired and not satisfied to let go of longing with both parents who are very loved. He must return to find and save his brother. As a brother, there was no choice for him. He was ready to exchange it for the safety of his beloved sister.
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That night, Toni and Riko hang out at the crossroads where Riko last saw her two colleagues. He did it to lure the kidnapper back. At least Riko can recognize the kidnapper if they cross that road. Sometimes they play guitar and perform songs when the street lights are red.
But netra they did not let a single vehicle that escaped the sight of both. One by one the vehicles were inspected. Observed from the shape, color and number on the plate. No less important is the driver.
"How Ko. Already seen ?" toni asked as she played her fingers between the strings of the guitar.
"It doesn't look like a bang" Riko replied. His hands were busy counting the paper money whose color had faded. All day they fought with the dust of the road and bathed in the scorching sun. But what is sought is not yet visible stem of his nose.
"If you haven't met the kidnapper, what are your next plans ?" ask Riko. They are currently under a tree. Hot weather makes them have to be smart - smart to outsmart the situation.
"Some of my friends who are still in service will ask for help. So is my friend in the intel section. Hopefully they can give you a picture of the kidnapper - this kidnapper. Who are they and who work for" Toni replied at length.
In his mind he was already planning what he would and should do. If one plan does not come to fruition, then move on to the next. The bag of pants is reached and then his hand is attached to the ear with a position of holding a silver flat object. Shortly afterwards he was already engaged in a conversation with someone .
"Halloo..."
"Hallo bro's. Where have you been, my friend ?"
"Sorry bro, can't hang out anymore. I'm busy again"
"It seems like an important affair, man"
"That's fine bro. I need help tracking down my sister's kidnapper"
"Bailklah. You just send the characteristics"
"OK bro. I'll have more info"
"Ready, commander..... !" the last word from someone on the other end. Slowly Toni put her phone back in. Now back he circulated the view to every vehicle that stopped when the lights were red.
All the information he had obtained from Riko. Now just wait for the two bastards to go back through this road. One by one - people who were thought to be able to help him contact.
He doesn't care if he wants to help or not. So were his former friends in the elite while still in the army. Many of them are now ordinary civilians for a variety of reasons.
From under the shady catapult tree, he watched Riko bathed in sweat continuously watching each vehicle, especially the box car stopped.