A Cruel World

by Sabilla Chaerunnisa

Looking around, all Yu Sam could see is herds of people rushed by. He heard no more earsplitting chaos, no more yell of prices; all he could hear is the sound of feet running over him. His eyes could not catch people bargaining, too busy on bargaining his own fortune. The evil, scorching heat, even no air freshener could have defeated his fear. He kept up running through possible gaps along the fish stalls seeking for luck while trying to find some sort of exit. Ah! Luck was not on his side, and he surrendered from his wordless battle with the police.

In a second, Sam and his friends' heads were already covered with the black morph masks, and they got their hands handcuffed.

Eeeoooeeeooo1. Under a burning sun, the blue and red lights came screeching down the street ready to pick them up. Along the way, Sam was having a great scare. He could not imagine what to do since it was the first time he was brought to the police station.

"Hurry up!" the police shouted.

Sam heard no more car engine sound, so he must get off from the car quickly. He was brought to a small room with only a single table and two chairs inside. The walls were as thick as the Great Wall. The window had no flicker of light within. He sat on the chair waiting. All at once, the wooden door opened and slammed shut. Coming a uniformed man right away, "I am Detective Kenneth, I heard today is your first day on being an illegal buyer, isn't it?"

Sam gave no answer.

"ANSWER ME!" Kenneth shouted.

Sam stayed silent. Kenneth broke the cuffs and wrapped his large hands around Sam's throat and squeezed. He raised Sam off the ground. "IS IT TRUE?" he repeated sternly.

Sam nodded, and Kenneth dropped him to the ground.

"What is it?" Kenneth asked.

"Ice.2", Sam answered briefly.

"Show me your ID card."

Sam gave his ID card to him. It was Sam's turn to be the dumb one freezing in the dark. He panicked, but his wrists refused to move. He could feel the coldness enveloped him.

"We're very strict about anything related to the drug transactions. And you— you're still age 14 and decided to take this illicit job? Don't you think of your family at home? —your mom?" Kenneth added.

Sam's lips trembled, and his tears began to fall.

"You won't be arrested of what you are doing like your other friends because lucky you, you're a minor. But, remember one thing, we won't stop to control and monitor you from here, anytime and anywhere. Be better and sign this." Kenneth offered Sam a letter of agreement for not doing later criminal stuffs.

Sam signed the letter and said, "Thank you".