Kopi's eyelids quivered and slowly opened like a curtain.
His jet-black eyes soon regained their luster and perceived unknown surroundings.
Suddenly, memories surged in his mind, and instinctively sat up and looked around.
He noticed an officer sitting at his desk, sipping a cup with an image of a heart and the name "Elizabeth" under it.
The officer seemed to be startled by Kopi's reaction. His Adam apple moved and brought the cup downward in the place where it was spacious enough from the stack of papers.
The officer coughed and asked, "You are now awake. You should have lunch first." He pointed at the table that was placed at the foot side of the sofa.
Kopi turned his head where the officer pointed in a hundred and eighty degrees and was astonished by the abundance of food on the table.
However, he soon returned his attention to the officer.
"I'm sure you have many questions, but that can be done later. You should eat for now, or you will not have adequate energy to raise it."
Kopi hesitated before finally giving in.
He completely sat up, and his feet touched the cold floor.
Staring at the shiny floor that reflected his chaotic and emaciated face, he couldn't help but treat it as a rare object that couldn't be found in the slum.
He was about to stand up when the officer's voice echoed.
"The floor is cold. Wear that slipper."
Kopi didn't have to look at the officer to ask where the slipper was. It was placed not far from his foot as though it was intended for him to wear it.
Kopi extended his leg to grab the slipper and wear it.
Kopi was puzzled and didn't know what to say when he felt he was treated like a princess.
Regardless, he began to walk to the table and sat on the chair beside it.
He didn't forget to shoot a glance at the officer, who seemed to be now focusing on his phone, tittering alongside the chaotic noise it produced.
Since he was ignored, Kopi decided to focus on himself.
He glanced at the food and was quite skeptical.
'Is it poisonous?'
Yet it was difficult to surmise since killing him would gain them nothing.
Furthermore, from what Kopi had seen so far, he speculated he was inside the police station, especially from the officer's uniform.
If that was the case, then the woman he met must have been a police officer, too, and he must be in the safest place.
When he recalled their interaction, he gasped.
'Crap! I told her that I buried someone.'
However, his anxiety soon diminished, and tried to discard his wild imagination.
Since he was not inside the jail and was even captured to eat the abundant lunch, the woman must have let her go.
Only that, she could not ignore the fainting kid.
Staring at the lunch in front of him, something he imagined that only wealthy people could enjoy, he had the urge to cry.
Finally, exhaling that freed him from negative thoughts, he motioned his hand to grab the spoon.
The spoon was cold and solid. It was so clean that the silver surface reflected his appearance.
He wasn't surprised he appeared haggard.
Kopi gazed at the spoon with mixed emotions.
Obviously, they didn't own the spoon.
They were grown to eat by hand.
It might seem to be nasty, but it was their culture.
It began from their parents and was passed on by their children.
Kopi always believed that people who utilized a spoon and fork, only in his classmates he witnessed, were the depiction of wealth.
Now, Kopi almost deluded himself he was one.
"Ah… I'm hungry."
His stomach growled, snapping him awake.
He realized he was swallowed by his mind, imaginations running wild.
Forcing himself not to be emotional, he grabbed the fork with his left hand.
Kopi learned how to eat with a spoon and fork from the book he read.
He didn't have the chance to perform it in school, even though it was an activity once in Technology and Livelihood Education.
His teacher rejected him from doing so and, in exchange, assured him he perfected the activity.
His classmates were envious, and even more so, they also didn't want him to execute something only rich like them would.
After all, they would not allow him to be at their level.
Disheartened, Kopi could only watch them from afar, learning through observation.
Now, he could finally perform it.
"Ah!"
The fried chicken slid, and the fork collided with the glass plate, a resonating clanking sound gaining the officer's attention.
Seeing nothing was damaged, he focused on his phone before Kopi could even look at him.
Kopi heaved a sigh of relief, believing the officer didn't scold him.
For now, he tried to be careful in his approach.
He stared at the chicken with a downcast expression.
"That friend's chicken is so yummy, but I have to avoid it.
It's just so dangerous…"
He mumbled, sweeping his vision to other foods that seemed to be easy to grasp with the fork.
He saw a raw fish with fresh eggs and vegetables as a side dish.
Without hesitation, he poked the raw fish with for and slowly brought it to his mouth.
However, he saw a soy sauce and was reminded to dip it before swallowing it.
He delayed no more and soaked it until the raw fish, with visible signs of fresh yolks, changed its color.
He gulped and finally devoured it.
He didn't bite it, yet, as he let his tongue savor the taste.
He was over the moon.
He perceived he was swimming comfortably under the bask of the sun, wearing sunglasses, while around him were fish jumping from the water's surface.
It was a sensational feeling until it took him a minute to snap awake.
Finally, he gnawed it, intensifying the feeling until he completely swallowed it.
Muffle sounds continued to reverberate, garnering the officer's attention, but it was not really annoying.
This continued for a while before Kopi's stomach bloated, slapping it with his gaunt hand – now appeared to be slightly fat – and burping.
The officer sensed that Kopi was finished and glanced at the time on his phone.
It took Kopi half an hour. It wasn't really bad since he spent his time not bored by the entertainment his phone produced.
The officer's voice echoed, attracting Kopi's attention.
"Shall we start the questioning now?"
Kopi stared at him with a solemn countenance but soon burped.