Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 13)

By Dalem Tehang

“ITU mr. Rudy. The commander of the detention complex is located here,” whispered Joko.

I hurriedly nodded my head. Saluted. The plainclothed man also nodded his head.

He ordered the post guard to open the door between the guard room and the detention room complex.

“Here, sir Mario,” said Mr. Rudy in a soft voice.

I stepped up too. Go into the guard post room and sit next to Mr. Rudy, after experiencing it.

“I am his friend Mr. Rahmad. Cardinal Rahmad, a friend of Mr. Mario while in college. Last night he called me, nitipin father,” said Mr. Rudy.

I'm woken. Cardinal Rahmad was a friend of the boarding house during college. I didn't think she remembered me.

“Not Rahmad now in Australia, sir? How does he know I'm in here?” my response. Mr. Rudy smiled.

“Pak Mario news entered is already worldwide. Mr. Rahmad said he read it in international online last night. And directly my phone. Mr. Nitipin,” said Mr. Rudy again.

I nod my head. Subhanallah my sigh slowly. It is a reflection of how mental collapse my wife and children would be if their colleagues, teachers or friends were to discuss my current condition.

“Cause, Mr. Mario. Let's just say dad was unlucky. Or if you want to be more cool, you are given the same opportunity God to make amends while still in the world, so you have the opportunity to improve yourself and be more careful in the future. Try if directly called by God to go home to His lap, there is no more opportunity to improve yourself,” said Mr. Rudy at length. Sound's flat.

“Iya, sir. Thanks for the motivation,” I said slowly, looking at his face.

“I understand, once in here it must feel like the sky has collapsed. Doomsday for father and family. But it really isn't. All of this must be wise. Rest assured. Moreover, you must know, out there many people do wrong and violate the law worse. But why don't they come in here? Yes, maybe because it is still lucky or precisely because God does not give an opportunity for them to atone for their sins in the world, but later directly in the achherat. Anyway, how do we know the writing of God's destiny,” sir Rudy said again. This time with emphasis.

I just shut up and bowed. Trying to ponder word by word from his words.

“Pak Mario don't have much thought. Just follow the process. Keep your health. If you need anything, say the same guard. I gave them instructions. As long as it is not excessive or cause jealousy of fellow prisoners here, whatever please you do. Of course it remains coordination with the guard,” he said again.

Mr. Rudy stood up, greeted me and let me back into the detention room.

“Siap, sir. Thank you so much for the help,” I said while experiencing it loudly. Mr. Rudy nodded his head while smiling.

As soon as I entered the room and sat down at my place, Joko and Aris immediately approached.

“Indeed you have known Rudy sir before, Mario?” ask Joko. I'm shaking.

“Kok he can call and chat in the guard post?” aris sela. There's a curious tone.

“She said that her friend Rahmad. Rahmad was in college with me. Now Rahmad works in Australia and marries the same guy there. He said earlier, Rahmad semalem phone and nitipin me. That's why he called earlier,” uraiku. Joko and Aris are mangosteen.

“Say he knew from reading international online media that contains about me,” I said.

Quoting what Rudy said.

Joko and Aris both frowned. There is a contradiction between believing and not believing in the twitching of their foreheads.

For a moment we were both silent. Playing with each other's minds. Life full of unpredictability is becoming more commonplace.

Cell door locked. The morning apple. Guard officers from the samapta and custody division (tahti) walk from room to room. Check the number of prisoners and ask about their health.

All the occupants of the cell lined up neatly and counted from one to the finish according to the number, each time the attendant stood in front of the room. The sleeping one must be awakened. Those in the bathroom must delay their activities.

After the apple, I hurried to take a shower. It was so hot this morning. Dirty clothes, I put in a plastic bag that my wife had prepared.

“Om, put it away. Later I wash,” said Ijal when I saw me put dirty clothes in a plastic bag.

“No need, Jal. Thanks though. Let me wash it at home,” I said.

A tamping man stood in front of the cell room. His gaze was pointing at me while gesturing. I'm standing. The cell door opened. I followed the steps. To the guard post.

I saw Rayhan, the driver in my house. With the main task of shuttle my children to school and other activities. He stood up stiff and tense.

He held two plastic bags filled with packages. The security guard made sure I knew Rayhan.

Unchecked, the plastic bag Rayhan was carrying was immediately inserted after the sealing door was opened. Tamping who received it moved, carrying the plastic bag to my room.

“Please if you want to chat first, sir,” said the guard. With courtesy.

I'm approaching the iron trellis. Rayhan. Even kiss my hand. Her eyes are red. There's sadness there.

“Delivered ayuk anter breakfast brother. Come hurry to the office,” said Rayhan. After being able to control himself.

“O yes, thanks. Ayuk and the kids are well-advised? Kids are in school too, right?” I said. Rayhan nodded.

“Titip dirty shirt yes. Ayuk pesen dirty clothes taken home, let it be washed at home,” I said again.

I hurried back to the cell room. Take the dirty clothes I made one in a plastic bag.

“Ayuk said, inshaallah after the office can come here,” said Rayhan. I nodded my head (continued)