A picture of much history

My family life is very perfect, my parents are very concerned about me as an only child, the atmosphere in the family is very warm, we often talk and exchange views when we are at the dinner table, that's the most appropriate time for us as a family to communicate because of their busy work.

Previously, my father asked permission for us to go out of town for a week because there was work to be done which turned out to be my father meeting his dream girl out there for a summer vacation. The next day my mother also had to go out of town related to work as well as a meeting between shareholders.

As it was summer, a work meeting was held at a grand hotel on the seafront with the concept of tourism on my mother's agenda, which was the planning of the construction of a giant aquarium under the sea. On the way to survey the project site, I accidentally saw my father sunbathing with another woman there with a glass of orangen juz in hand.

My mother approached them who were relaxing enjoying the view and the cool sea breeze, the commotion was inevitable and asked for an explanation of what kind of work my father was doing with the young girl out there, a short answer came out of my father's mouth in court I will answer it.

With annoyance and disappointment my mother passed from that place back to the hotel to pack her belongings and immediately checked out to return home The next day I saw her mother's attitude dinggin not talking much and looking depressed since that day in the living room it was not allowed to turn on the lights only the lights in the yard could be turned on in my confusion I just followed it.

A few days passed my mother's dinggin attitude had not disappeared, many questions arose in my brain but I did not dare to ask them because I really respected her privacy, at that time I was sitting in the backyard of the house accompanied by our favorite dog Ciko, suddenly the house bell rang, I saw my mother walking towards the front peeking behind the curtains of the window just to see who was coming.

Which then slowly opened the door to see two men in neat clothes talking to my mother but I didn't know what they were talking about I saw them take out a paper with a pen and then my mother grabbed it and signed the file that the man was carrying.

That night my mother knocked on my bedroom door and invited me to talk to me then sat on the side of the bed telling me that she had divorced my father telling me everything that happened it turned out that what came this afternoon was a lawyer and notary sent by my father, that night I couldn't sleep thinking about the problems my parents were facing

Even though I went to school every day, I never got there My life began to be wild and slang with street children doing trouble, starting to try cigarettes and painting public facilities and living neglected at the same time me and my friend invited shoplifting at a mini market that looked quiet.

At that time we entered the mini market calmly like buyers in general, I was assigned to shoplift items tucked into the hoodie I was wearing while my friend invited chatting to multiply the attention of the cashier to smooth out my actions which turned out to be monitored by hidden cctv cameras that were directly related to the monitor under the cashier's desk.

We were caught by the guard shouting and pressing the alarm button that is directly related to the nearest police station the guard jumped the shelf in front of the cashier holding my shirt collar then quickly my friend pulled the iron handle dividing the payment queue directing it to the guard who hit the back of his head which then fell to the floor.

Then we ran to the door but it was locked automatically so my friend tried to hit the glass door with the iron handle that was still on his ladder in an instant the police had arrived at the door while ordering to squat with their hands on their heads then the door was forced open and checking around the room he heard him call an ambulance while giving the address of the scene.

Then I was taken to the police station to be asked for information for the completeness of the case file of the case that I experienced with the deeds that will be submitted to the court, the result of the decision by the judge to be detained in confinement for eighteen months, my mother who knew my situation tried to make a delay in outer confinement on the grounds that I was still a minor and had a student status but her efforts were in vain because the mess I made had caused permanent disability.

In the pain room with a very sorry feeling of having to make amends for the mistakes I made, in this narrow room there was a faint and dim light with makeshift equipment, this situation added sadness and sorrow to my mother, tonight I couldn't close my eyes with anxiety and my brain couldn't stop thinking about how the life I lived every day in prison.

I leaned my body against the cold and dull wall my eyes stared at the bars that prevented me from moving out of the room then I heard like someone hitting the iron bars getting closer and closer it turned out that the prison guard was just controlling the atmosphere tonight, he stopped right in front of my room, he said hee ... new kid quickly sleep or this stick will talk, then I quickly lay my body on the bare tiles then he passed from the presence of my room.

Behind the bars the life I experienced was very unpleasant having to share food with senior fellow prisoners and become a masseuse at nightfall, if I refused it then there would be chaos against me in this harsh life I dealt quickly besides living in groups who are strong will oppress the weak.

I often become the monthly month of my group because I am the youngest member of the detention center, this I do to prevent the invasion of other groups against me as a prisoner always obey the rules so that I get remission on Independence Day with a deduction of four months and fifteen days so that I am transferred to the prison because there is only one month left of the sentence that I have to live.

Here I am only coaching and not as strict and scary as when in the detention center the prison guards are very friendly and once a week we get spiritual watering and community education when we are later released and do not feel the day that is looking forward to arriving I was picked up by my mother crying while embracing me and saying sorry for us son because of your mother's selfishness as a parent who brought us to this dark world.

I also hugged my mother strongly by calming her down I said it's okay mom everything has happened I'm a mother's son like you knew before all this story happened I will obey what mom said and will not repeat it again.