It took twelve hours for Bas's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Zaidi, to realize he was missing and contact me to ask where he was. By then, according to a flight tracker, he was somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, and it was safe to reveal his plan.
"A three-month adventure? Has he gone mad? What about that internship he had arranged?" his mother fumed. The internship had been a ruse. "Bas is in such big trouble when he gets back."
"He's an adult now. He can take care of himself."
Those three months went quickly for me. It was a busy time. I exchanged several messages with my longtime friend, but it sounded like he was having too much fun to maintain regular contact.
Then, a few days before he was due to fly home, I asked if he needed someone to meet him at the airport. Although I had by then moved to Malaysia's capital, Kuala Lumpur, for university, I was planning on a short trip to see family in Penang. "If you get your mom to do it, she's going to beat you over the head the second you come through arrivals!" I texted.
"Actually, I'm thinking of staying a little longer."
"Really? Are you allowed to?" I asked, surprised.
Bas didn't reply.
The following week, after I had had a tense phone call with his father, and after I had tried calling him many times, Bas emailed saying everything was fine, that he had somehow gotten a visa extension, and that he was staying with a friend in Oakland. "Come visit! I'll take you to China Town, and the hippy districts, and Alcatraz."
"You want to take me to a prison? How are you doing for money? Do you need help?" Bas's parents had cut off all funding as a way to entice him back.
"I'm getting by."
"Well, if you're still there by the end of the year, I'll come visit." I said it not for a moment believing it was possible,
"I'll hold you to your word!"
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Refugee Prison Break
General FictionWhen Lan-Lan's life-long friend Bas gets locked away in a detention camp, she uses her engineering skills to break him out!