Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 10)

By Dalem Tehang

IJAL prepares dinner. The rawon that my wife brought me this evening. Each pack of rice was eaten together. The eggs are also divided. Togetherness in that limitation is full of meaning that is difficult to describe in words.

“This vegetable what is its name, om?” ask Ijal.

“Rawon, Jal. Very damned you?” Iyos sela.

“O, this is what is the name of the rawon? Often horrified, but only this time rasainnya,” said Ijal. Frankly.

“Basic people bulb. Fortunately you enter here, otherwise, lest a lifetime never know whose name is rawon,” said Joko while laughing. Everyone laughs.

After eating, Edi asked all the occupants of room 10, sitting in their respective places.

“So gini, Mario needs to know all of us. Not only the name, but also the things that bring us to be roommates in this place,” said Edi. Starting talks.

“I got a land broker case. If the language is cool, mafia land. If this Doni, it's adultery. A few days before the wedding, she slept with her widowed ex-boyfriend. When Doni married his real girlfriend, the widow did not accept. He's reported to the police. Doni is getting caught up again at his reception. Ngenes the fate of this big body man,” said Edi while looking at Doni who was sitting foot barge in the corner, smoking a cigarette.

“If Iyos, our handsome treasurer, is truly unlucky. He's the owner of the hp counter at the mall. There are friends who sell hp. Six seeds. Because it was cheap, he bought it. No, stolen goods. Iyos. His misty friend, ran away. Then I said he got shit. Expanded container,” continued Edi.

“If Joko is the same Ijal, Mario already knows the story right? Now Asnawi. He's snapping. Just want to run away, the motorbike even hit a police car. Sempet was pounded by residents, until his feet dissolved. The first time to enter here, he gegelosor his way,” Edi elaborates.

Now Mr. Aris, Edi continued. He's got a typhoon case. The time of the project, he was asked for a deposit. Once the work is not optimal, he is reported to the police as an NGO. He also wants to be profitable. But it ended up being a puffer. Surprisingly, until now how much the state loses, it is also not clear. No BPK audit results.

“Sabar-patience yes, Mr. Aris. Unload it later in the game court deposor-menyetor for dapetin his project,” said Edi while staring at Aris.

“Well, these four people just came in too. A day earlier than you, Mario. If Tomy is the same Irfan this is a package. Unloading the hp counter. Dozens of units they brush. Damn, the one with the counter is the police. Not yet perfect mengelego results of his work, they are already ketangkep,” said Edi while looking at two men in their 30s whose faces are still full of bruises. Oxtail is a living officer.

“If this flattened one is called Arya. He's a meticulous guy. It's been a dozen people's bikes that he picked up in just three seconds. Usually explore in Bekasi and Depok. Once you get home, you have to be unlucky. The action was caught by the masses and wanted to be burned. Fortunately, there was a policeman who caught him. The last one, who was sitting at the end of it. Name's Reza. Crib driver. Accidents. His car's in the ravine. The victim is just the goods he carries. Melinjo leaf. To be taken to Jatinegara Market. Shit, the boss hands off. Despite his own accident, he was processed. Don't ask me how can that be? This is the art of our law and its enforcement,” Edi said. Eager.

I took Edi's words seriously. Getting to know each other is necessary. We are one room. Seketikar. Agreed fate.

“So, Mario. We are not friends, let alone brothers. Also know here. But right now, we're being forced by circumstances to become friends and sisters. Inget this really. Keep us together. Not only during our punishment, but until later we are free again,” said Edi with emphasis languages.

I nod my head. Understand the value of life that he is channeling.

“Now it's your turn, Mario. Tell me your case,” continued Edi. He looked me in the eye. Sardonic. A message to convey honesty.

“I work in a savings and loan cooperative. My department development director. The money turnover in the cooperative per day is quite large. Tens millions. I am excited about Temen. We play online gambling. Lose continues. No doubt, finally the cooperative money that I use with my friends has hundreds of millions. I was told to go, but I couldn't. My friend took off his hand. Nyari selamet. Finally I reported and now with friends here,” I said. All speechless.

“Everyone has heard of Mario. So we all know each other. I don't want to be in this room any difference. We're all brothers. Take care of that,” said Edi. We all nodded our heads.

Discussion over. Each one back in its place. I take a shirt, I put it on the floor, on my back when I put my body down. To not catch a cold. That's my wife's message, Laksmi.

The floor of the holding room, which was only cement, stored the cold and infiltrated into the bone. In this prisoner's compound, prisoners are not allowed to sleep on mattresses. Just slapping on the cement floor.

I close my eyes. Covering the wandering round of mind. Control the soul that continues to thrash. Pray for wife and children at home. (connect)