The Last Escape
On
the sunny morning, I mused remembering about all the memories that have gone
through over the years. It crossed my mind that is increasingly forgotten
things melancholy and fun as long as I live in the inner prison. I mused as I
sat in a rocking chair in front of my house which is increasingly not
accommodate the weight of this body is stronger. Every day I look at the beauty
of these sky amended several times. It is sometimes dark, bright, cloudy, and
even rainy. I sat in a rocking chair with a broad expanse of gardens offered that
I have. I often see the cowherd who rent my property which acreage. Far away
with noisy voice that used vehicle is still quiet. I think that the people
passing by to enjoy life. People
nowadays
are
very
lucky compared to me ago. But I am still thankful that I can still enjoy the end of all the stories I've ever lived. I can no longer
enjoy the beauty of life. Look at me now. My body is used to still stocky with zeal has now turned into a frail, susceptible to disease that eats away at the body. As I sit in this chair I see a smile that had accompanied my steps. Yes, the woman of my dreams that I had when I was young. Asri is her name. She is the heart flowers that accompany my steps so far. She also is increasingly felt tired with the burden on his mind. She is the only witness to my history that still faithfully there for me. Every day it was she who set up everything that I need from bringing me a cup of hot coffee and newspaper in the morning until prepare dinner when I was getting hungry. Until now I am still grateful to be given the time to enjoy this beautiful life, where I can build a very beautiful little family for now. With this wonderful feeling, I feel that today I could build a reality that had gone and probably will not be realized because it was not possible to achieve my goals would be like today. Luckily, today is the word that makes my life changed 360 degrees than in the past time ago. My youth lost in the
ferocity of those who want absolute power to make what they want immediately
realized the way to make other people miserable. Youth bleak future for me that
I was never experienced in front of my eyes. It difficult to accept the fact to
be becoming a perfect human being who has to live like any other people today
who can go anywhere they want than what I feel as long as there is in the inner
prison that could kill me every time when I make a mistake that might be fairly
simple for me. It was then that I could be a person who has ambitious for not
doing the slightest mistake in my life. In other words I could survive to be
able to build a dream that cannot be achieved by the people with the same boat
with me at that time. Maybe I'm the most fortunate compared to them; maybe I'm
the happiest among them at this time. With the old pen still in hand, I started
to tell the story of the story of melancholy and happy in my life that made
this heart recall sad and afraid it will be happen again. This story came from
a simple family day to day work as a farmer in the field who hoped to be able
to meet their daily lives in the simplicity of life.
Farming is the noblest work to me which of these we can produce the welfare population. My mother and father was a farmer. Arja and Asih is the name my parents. I also have two brothers who usually called Wayan Utama and Komang Mandala. My name is Made Madya. I usually called "Jero" because of my long hair like a woman. Every time my father tried to cut my hair, I was immediately sick the next day because my hair is short. So my father decided not to cut my hair this way. Every day I am helping my family work in the garden to take care of the garden. I am usually the most diligent in taking care of the garden and harvest because the crop for sale to the market. In any case I am the most spoiled because I was most diligent compared with my other brothers. We are very happy at the time but when all the villagers heard the news that there is a huge attack on a village by a group of sailors, I started to fear that if that happened to my village especially my beloved family. The news is increasingly being so close to the border and even our village. One night when all
asleep, there was an attack on our village where all the people still did not
know it would happen that night. All villagers enslaved by it, but who fight
will be killed. They killed my family because they do not want to abide by
these terms. I am just a kid who answered that I would obey a slave. I cried
non-stop when I saw all my family died in the attack. I cannot do anything, only
can accepted the fact that I chose to be a slave to the killers of my family. I
was very angry, and wanted to avenge for my family, but I was not able to do
anything. Just shut up and obey all the things that are made by the colonizer.
I'm here as slaves to mine for gold and silver to be used for colony invaders.
Sometimes we moved to work for a farmer spices. I worked all my ability to
avoid punishment by the colonizer. I see around me that plenty of people with
the same boat with me being a slave to the vicious invaders. The results of our
sweat paid only with a drop of drinking water which is divided to some workers
and then proceed back to work. I never thought that my life would turn out to
be bad like this. Losing of our loved and losing of a very precious one in this
life. Sad and revenge, that's all that I had in mind at the time. Thank fate
and circumstances that I select and try to survive in this misery. When I
worked, I made a few mistakes that lead to other people affected by torture. I
feel very tired because of hunger and thirst which I naturally could not be
detained again. Then I tried to find food that is around the tent occupiers,
but unfortunately a soldier saw me split distributed food to other workers. I
accept their punishment and in particular in the form of lashes each
twenty-five times the punch while I received fifty lashes. With the pain that I
feel, I did not regret that I did it out of necessity; other workers did not
even feel resentment to me. After a few years I worked in the colony of
invaders I was furious. Often times, there is a feeling in my mind to escape
from all these circumstances. One morning, my determination to escape is ripe
with full preparation. I invited two friends to join the same boat escape
together. They are my good friends who I know there. We begin the journey into
the forest, then the slits hiding in the rocks, and in the river to escape
pursuit by the army of colonizer, but unfortunately I was shot in the abdomen
and we were later arrested in torment in a metal cage for a few months. We
desperately tortured to death we are not able to say. In my chest and in the
scratch slice with a sharp knife like an animal who would be killed. After a
few months, we at release for rehired for the project that will never be over I
think. But here I have not given up trying to escape again.
I
started working full vain which will not get anything. I continue to survive
and begin plans to build a well thought out plan to escape to freedom. When I
was working I was tormented with all these circumstances. "What can make,
after this I'm going to run away with all his might until I die" I said,
holding a hoe to plant herbs and spices. At nightfall I collect all the food
supplies that I slipped on the rag is still stuck in my body every day for my
lunch later in the trip. I started collecting things that might come in handy
later. I sometimes steal one of the army knife and some bombs that I hide under
the mud. After completion of work, I rushed to the shelter workers. I rushed to
take a knife and hide the bomb that I had. I'm planning to do this with a
friend of mine named Masnu. Masnu are people who know the ins and outs of the
area that will be passed during the escape. He really knew where we were
supposed to take cover and hide until we finally found a small area that he has
not been in the know of its existence by the colonizers. He collects items that
he believed would help him escape. He's also looking for ways how to escape it
went well protected from invaders siege. Once the preparation is complete we
decided the day and hour in which we will be running. Morning has arrived. It’s
time to start to work. At that time the soldiers were watching us consists of
four people. We tried to make a scene with a fight with the other workers. Once
things started to heat up, the soldiers focused their eyes on the workers who
fight. Neither soldier’s who saw us. We immediately ran to the forest with all
the equipment that had been prepared beforehand. Desperately, passionately
that's what makes this mind be free and want to refine on all matters relating
to the invaders. Persist, run, and hide. That's what I had in mind at the time. We hid in a cave and in the river to avoid army behind us. Sometimes if the soldiers who follow only one person, we try to kill the soldier and seized weapons that they carry. When passing a banyan tree in front. A soldier shot my friend, Masnu. I'm angry. Immediately I use a rifle that I took from the soldier that we killed a few days ago to shoot dead soldiers. "I will kill you, damn fucking colonier"
I said, and crying. Masnu cannot survive with the current situation. I could cry, I just did not know what to do. I hugged him tightly; Masnu just pointing towards the front which marked the settlement is still far ahead. Masnu’s taking last breath. I paused, in my mind there is only a vain hope if Masnu dead. I bury Masnu with despair. Day after day, I passed a few months already. I just dwell on the banyan tree and paused there. Nobody goes through here. I decided to continue the journey in the direction indicated by Masnu. I walked, and walked. After a few hours I walked I saw a prosperous little village there.
Prosperous village is a safe place where I could survive avoids pursuit invaders. In this village, a man approached me anxiously.
“Where did you come from young people?”
asked the man to me.
“I am just a runaway who destroyed the
village in its domination by foreigner colonizers” I replied.
The old man took me to his house to rest. In the house, there is a beautiful woman who makes my heart a flutter as if I wanted to have it. She is a woman who I love so far is Asri. Every day gardening Asri took me to his father's farm near their house. I was very happy when she is by my side. Nothing can replace him at the time. He is my rose flowers. Often I was picking roses for him. I decided to make my life partner and will be the last in my life. I usually invite Asri to where I was silent and endure. Yes, it was a banyan tree which is a few meters from the countryside. In this place I usually tell you about my experiences while on the ground where I tortured colonizer on their behalf. I used to make him laugh because my funny behavior makes her heart happy. She also was very fond of me as he loves his parents. When evening comes I usually take her to see the stars in the sky and looked at the moon that night more beautiful. Sitting together at the top of a banyan tree at the moon it was all my bad memories of colonialism disappear in my mind when I'm with Asri. This is the miracle of love that can make this heartfelt amazing. We usually get forgotten time to get back to the village. We get things done along with ease and fun. Here I found a new life that would be a wonderful story in this life, but I was wrong. All turned out to be a hell of a change my view on the village Asri will end up the same as my village.
A major attack occurred in the village where the place of birth and was raised Asri. The incident started when we were still in the banyan tree at night where we put our hearts there. We do not know that the invaders are destroying the countryside. When we returned to the countryside, all have been destroyed, the buildings, even the population largely disappeared, while some have died because he refused orders invaders. One of the deceased was beautiful parents. He is very severe shock to accept the fact that his father was dead. Asri did not accept that his parents died. We decided to bury the body of his father in the nearby village. Since that time we decided to leave the village and go to a banyan tree beautiful for reassurance that still sad. We stayed at the Banyan Tree with potluck food supplies. We survive and think of ways how to leave this place and no one knows. We are looking for a solution where we should stay away from the attack and colonizers who are increasingly worse coupled with rebellion inevitable. Once we determine where we survive and there would be no one who knows our hideout. A few months later we decided to leave this place and this banyan tree that protects us during our last. We headed into the mountains and no one knew where we were. In this place, I and Asri trying to build a life where we have to defend against wild feral. We exploit the natural resources around us to enjoy the beauty of this world. By using our potluck turned into a quiet life, but still there is a sense of anxiety when the invaders found a place where we were hiding all this time. Here I can learn a lot about the natural life around. From here I could learn a lot from nature, how to manage nature, and forget all the bad memories of things that happened in the past. The bitter memories will be a history of my life and also in later life Asri. Sometimes she was pensive and silent at that time.
“Why would my life be like this?” Asri
said tearfully.
I tried to grab his warm hand and said "bad
memories will remain poor if it is remembered, but we can change the bad memories
it be
wonderful in the future."
I hugged her and said "I'll never let another people hurt you and took my beloved at this time.”
“I’m afraid if colonizer comes again!” said Asri.
"Never mind, I'll take care of you till my last breath." I convince her to forget the bad memories.
For many years we have passed in the
forest. I ventured down to see the situation if things have changed or still exist in the colonial power. I usually headed colonizers region to find information about colonizers who are still in power and make sure whether there is a change of
government.
"What about the situation there? Has there been a change or not at all? "Asri asked as she held my hand charmy.
"Not yet." I said feeling
disappointed.
"Yes, it's unfortunately as long as they do not know where we are. We can still survive for now. Quiet dear! " Said Asri then.
Several months later, I heard that colonialism was defeated and the government has declared that freedom had triumphed in this country. No one would dare to invade us again. The state already assisted by the State which would provide freedom for us. Hearing the news, I rushed back to the woods to tell Asri. She was very happy when I heard the news. With the struggle is not in vain I do not think that the things I dreamed of long ago will soon be realized. I was very pleased when she saw the beautiful festive. Once we heard that there will be a massive uprising against the invaders, we decided to go back to the
village. The fighters revolt against the invaders. With the weapon it is, I joined with other fighters to fight the colonizers. Asri wait in a safe
place that is prepared for the women. Hide, defend, attack, only that our
strategy against the
invaders who are still left in our region. I just remember how to avoid enemy fire. I just need to run and hide zigzag. I'm directing this hand to the enemy in the head with a gun in my
hand through this. I shouted with all
his strength, independence. And that's only one word that could be encouraging me to fight the cruel colonizers.
Once we get the absolute independence, and I chose to live in
the beautiful village far from the city center. Our village is given several acres of land that will
be used for farming again. I
do not know what to say. Only fate can make this a history that cannot be
forgotten in this life. This is where I'm up to now can enjoy life with a wife
who was accompanied during the day, and pace to reach expectations that
probably cannot be achieved. Because of his beloved wife Asri smile make this a
thing that might happen and most beautiful things to be forgotten. And this is
the story of my life that others might simply just bouquets but this is a
reality that must be accepted.

By:
I Made Ery Indrawan