Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 12)

By Dalem Tehang

I DON't know how it started, but I fell asleep. Overslept. And just woke up when my feet were patted.

“Tomorrow, om!” ijal. Who patted my leg.

“Astaghfirullah. Yes, Jal!” I sat while sitting.

I see, some friends are ready for prayer. I rushed to the bathroom. Wudu.

After praying the Fajr prayer, I did not move from the prayer mat. I tried wirid. Read anything that can. With a single intention, there remained a red thread hanging from the sky onto me.

So centered my mind and mind, that I do not know if my friends come out of the room.

Stretch the muscles in front of the cell chamber. Walk around along the hallway. When folding shirts that become prayer mats, new know the existence of sports activities in front of the room.

“Sini, Mario. Just sport. The important thing is to keep moving,” invite Aris who is already standing in front of the room door.

While I was out of the room, I saw that Edi, Doni, and Iyos were still sound in their sleep. I don't know what time they're back in the room.

Not all the rooms were opened that morning. Only half of it. It was also difficult to exercise. Stuffy.

Dozens of people were in the hall which was only 2.5 meters wide and about 15 meters long. Most of them just sit around. While chatting and joking.

Joko called. He introduced me to Gustav. The fat man is about 40 years old.

“Gustav's head block at the detention house, Mario. He's the ruler here,” said Joko.

We shake. Gustavo showed his smile.

“Good here yes, bang. Cepet nyatu aja with the environment,” said Gustav. I'm nodding.

He called four young people who were chatting near the guard post. Hurry they come.

“They're tamping here, bang. There needs to be nothing, call them,” he said. Introduce the existing tamping.

“And all of you, this is my brother. Don't let anyone macem with my brother. Tell all the prisoners who are often restless. Don't be shy bang Mario,” he said again while looking at the four tamping standing in front of him.

“Siap.!” the tamping people were respectful.

“Liet aja, bang. Life must help each other and there must be many friends. Let's chat in my room,” take Gustav.

I looked at Joko. He nodded. We followed Gustav's steps to his room. Room 5. At the corner of the row of rooms of the L-positioned detention room complex.

Room's clean. Brown color plastic carpet. In front of the bathroom, neatly arranged wooden crib for clothing. There is also a fan. There's a small shelf where plates and glasses are.

My eyes were glued to a small box in the corner near the backpack. I know, it's a little gas stove.

“If you want to make coffee or noodles whose water is really boiling, just bring it here. Brother has seen here there is a gas stove shrink?!” Gustav. Understand with my eyes and my mind.

“Yes, thanks, Gustav. By the way how many people fill this room?” my many.

“Six people only. If you were on a drug case, I would have lobbied the guard officer to let you in this room. But because it's not a drug case, you can't stay here,” Gustav said again.

“Kok you know I didn't get a drug case?” my many. Curious.

Gustav laughing. “Daun wants to fall here, I've been told, bang,” he said. Still laughing.

Gustav. He is an ASN and has entered bui three times. In the same case; drugs.

“But you weren't fired huh?” my many. Gustav shook his head.

“Indeed how long before you punished?” ask again.

“Ya, pretty long. The first one takes two years. The road is three months. The second had three years, lived one year and eight months. Well this third one, only two weeks free, has entered again,” he explained without burden.

“You are a user, what city is also?” kataku continued.

“Typically yes wearer, yes city, bang. Thanks to the lobbies from the beginning, I was only charged with the user. Yeah, be honest, bang. Sell buy that article,” explains Gustav. There was no burden at all in his words.

For Gustav as if back in the detention room due to the momentary enjoyment of drugs, not a troublesome life choice. He lives everything comfortably.

Actually, there's still a lot I want to get from Gustav's life story. But Joko took me back to the cell.

“When, please brother play here. What you like, I can have. Take it easy, we're the ones here. Even delicious, we always have a guard in that post, so it's safer,” Gustav said as we said goodbye.

While passing through the guard post, there was a voice calling my name. I looked at the face of the man who called, but did not recognize (connect)