I'm You And Love
Behind the Iron Bars

A cigarette and a cup of black coffee made me calmer, at a time when my mind was running erratically. There's not much I can do right now, except just expect the best for me.

The cold of the night was bone-chilling, making me want to get away from this creepy place. The suniness of the prison walls made me dissolve in solitude, sleeping on mats, the sound of geckos coming together, and the gurgling of water as the rain fell on the earth, becoming a loyal companion every night. I tried to befriend them behind the cruelty of iron bars.

The day has changed. The morning I was expecting was full of good news. It is rare to smile freely, just feeling depressed, disappointed, sorry, always haunting my mind. This situation, it makes me very torturous. No one accompanied me, and could treat this solitude.

However, faintly \- faintly I heard the sound of footsteps walking from a distance. In my thoughts, the morning I expected was always full of good news. The sound of footsteps gradually approached me. My heart asked \-tanya, "Who is coming? Is this a good sign for me?". I don't know, I can only hope that this will be true \-true to be a beautiful start.

Unknowingly, two figures of women I love, standing before me holding bars that are a barrier to the distance between us. The beautiful faces of these two women were filled with the swift tears that soaked the cheeks. Yep... They are Mama and Dance. I was stunned to see them, we just looked at each other silently without a word said. I couldn't hold back my tears either. The originally silent atmosphere, broke apart by a roaring cry.

"Sorry Uya mah. Uya has disappointed Mama. Uya embarrassed Mama and family. I'm sorry Uya can't be what Mama expected." I said with tears in my eyes.

Mama looked at me with sadness. Not a word said from Mama's lips. The sobs of Mama and Tari made me feel even more guilty. The crying of Dance became even more so, as I said my apology to her. 

"Jay... Maafin me." I said to Tari.  

The dance is getting sobbing while gently rubbing my head, which has not been separated from the embrace of Mama. The walls of the prison froze looking at us, as a witness that we were in a state of grief.