Freedom

They are walking back from school. They just pass the small garden full of frangipani and jasmine flowers. The fragrant of the flowers drift in the air. Idris dislike the smell because of the lady in red kebaya. On the middle of the garden was a small fish pond. Right in front of it is the big house. Udin is carrying his master bag.

“Thank you for letting me to go to the school.”

“You like it?”

“Yes! ”

“Do you still mad at me?”

Last night after Idris training, Udin confront him. Udin said Idris was lying to him. He said Idris was his friend. They knew each other before this. Udin was not a slave. He had a family. Idris was furious when he heard Udin’s words.

“Shut up! If you value your own life you will never utter this nonsense ever again. Do you hear me?”