That morning, the sun had risen quite high, its rays filtering in from the side of the post, casting streaks of light across the floor. In a small room marked "Pos Satpol PP," four men sat in a row on worn wooden benches. The walls were covered in white ceramic tiles, a fan mounted on the wall, and the atmosphere felt simple yet solemn.
They sat quietly, some staring ahead, others busy with their phones. There was little conversation, only the occasional soft voice or light laugh. But their faces revealed a seriousness. The task might not have been busy that morning, but the sense of preparedness was still there.
The wooden benches where they sat bore witness to many stories—about community reports, about night patrols, about the scorching heat and heavy rain they had to endure. The small post was not just a place of shelter, but a space of devotion. There they awaited the call to duty, maintaining order, and ensuring the environment remained safe.
The sunlight streaming in seemed to symbolize their enthusiasm. Although the room was simple, the spirit of devotion was never simple. They may have appeared relaxed, but beneath their breath lay a great responsibility.
The morning passed slowly. Outside, the green grass and trees sway in the breeze. Inside the post, time seems calm. A simple portrait of people who choose to stand on the front lines of order, though often out of the spotlight.
And on that wooden bench, the story of devotion continues, day after day.
| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
 | Redme 9C | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |
