On returning to Jakarta, the first place I visited was Wisma Utara. Min was having one of his down days and refused to take my hand.
"Have his parents been to visit him?" I asked Joan.
I thought of Hari, the kid in Sukabumi, who presumably didn’t see too much of his mother. Maybe Min’s family were all busy working.
"I’m off for a walk with Min," I explained. "I want to see if Iwan’s back yet to get his leprosy medicine."
Iwan was not back.
"He’s still at his kampung in Karawang," said a thin little man, who was standing beside a rubbish cart. He wore shabby clothes and had a grin that suggested possible slyness or a lack of intelligence.
"Do you know his address?" I asked.
"Yes. I’m Iwan’s uncle," said the man.
"I’m worried," I said, "because he’s not had his leprosy medicine for weeks and weeks."
"I could go and bring him back," said the man.
"Good. When can you go?"
I gave him the money for the bus.
Hamid, the runaway I had found in Pasar Mayestic, had not been visited for some time, so I drove with Min to Hamid’s grandmother’s mansion.
"How’s Hamid?" I asked granny, when she came to the door.
"He’s run away again," said the tired looking woman. "Probably gone back to the market."
"What went wrong?" I asked.
"He doesn’t like school."
I returned with Min to Wisma Utara. At least Min was in a safe place.