Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 20)

By Dalem Tehang

I was in a hurry to tell Rayhan, my driver. Who'll take breakfast to my place of detention, after dropping off the kids at her school. 

I ordered to buy two bottles of mineral water. For I pray for the Moon and the Thunderbolt that is being repeated. 

I asked Tamping to open the door. I want to return the phone to Mr. Rudy.

“Sorry, um. Keong. Cannot open room,” said Adit. Tamping it.

Finally, sir Rudy I leave Adit. For return. Mr. Rudy is still at the guard post. Talk to his staff.

“What does it mean in-kew?” ask me slowly, on Ijal. 

“Means all cell room doors cannot be opened, om!” ijal.

“What's really why? Usually this morning is the cell door opened even for a while?” ask again.

“Can there be another check or something like that, om. Usually in-keong kayak gini really. Even once a day semalem can not exit the cell room,” continued Ijal. 

I nod my head. More and more understand how life in prison is full of various stories that are not appropriate.

Not long after, Adit si tamping brought a package of food. He put it through the bars.

“Supply breakfast, om. Same mineral water,” said Adit while looking at me.

“Thanks yes, Adit!”sahutku. The young man nodded with a smile.

Ijal hurriedly prepared the dishes. This morning, my wife sent me some pecel rice breakfast, delivered by Rayhan. Equipped tempe bacem and crackers.

All room 10 breakfast. One pack eaten by both. Only me and Edi, the head of the room, ate a pack alone.

After breakfast, I rush ablution, followed by the prayer of the sunah two rokaat. Surah yasin is continued prayer. 

Two bottles of mineral water I opened, I put them in front of my seat. I put prayer in that bottle. Full-souled. Hopeful. Busty. God the Regulator of Life is the only place where anything is hung.

In the afternoon, my wife came. But I can't meet. We're still in-bea. Adit the tamping, who handed over the plastic bag containing my wife's luggage, to the room. I dropped dirty clothes and two bottles of prayer mineral water for the Moon and the Thunderbolt that was put in a plastic bag, to give to my wife.   

That evening I was very disappointed. Because I can't see my wife. And I also know how upset my wife is about not being able to see me. 

A million possibilities are indeed the content of life in custody. And indeed, never expect the presence of prevalence.

As the Maghrib echoed, an officer called out to me from behind an iron trellis. 

Without wasting any time, I called my wife.

 “Hallo, my dear!” sweep me as soon as he picks up the phone.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Dad healthy, huh? Why can't I meet? He said it was in that bag again, huh?” my wife said from across.

“Yes, from this morning in-keong. He said he could reach Malem. Yeah, all you want is aide officer. Last time dad tipped dirty clothes with prayer water for children,” said.

“Yes, this is already my mother brought. No, he said Thursday he wants to fast? Where to sow sahurnya?” continued wife.

“The plan is to fast tomorrow. I don't know how to sahurnya. Later ask friends first, usually like where,” said I.

“What if you send food to sahur, can you?” ask wife.

“Try the phone to this officer number only. Speakin. Inshaallah there is a way out,” I said. Find solution.

“Yes too? Okay if that's it. Take care of your health. We all always doain dad. It was yes. Later mama phone her officer at this number,” said my wife again.

After becoming a Maghrib prayer priest, I read jasin with Joko, Aris and Ijal. Slowly, Tomy and Irfan approached. Also Arya, Reza, and Asnawi. They listen to us teach.

When Isya's Adhan echoed, we just finished teaching yasin. Aris asked to continue with Isyaan congregation.

Just as I folded the sarong, the guard this afternoon lent his phone, opened the door. Carrying two plastic bags filled with food.

“Babe, this is a delivery from mom. The message is to eat sahur later,” said the officer as he looked at me and put a plastic bag on the floor.

“O Yes, Alhamdulillah. Thanks for the help, sir!” I said with joy.

“Just relax, Babe. If you need anything, say yes,” said the officer. Bend his body. Saluted. And back to lock the cell room door.

“Kok you called Babe huh, Mario?” ask Joko. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Emang you already know earlier huh?” sela Edi's. I'm shaking.

“In that case, from now on Mario we call Babe aja yes. I think it's cooler,” said Aris as he spread a smile.

“Agree.!” suddenly simultaneously the occupants of the 10-cell detention room placed on the mapolres shouted. We laughed together too. And since then, I've been called Babe.

Who remains grateful, within the limitations of the movement of the soul-stifling body, there is still room to explode a happy spark. Although only a moment of vibration, but able to maintain the balance of the dimensions of humanity.

There is consciousness, there is no choice but to be at peace with the circumstances. There is destiny, there is reward, and of course there is sin. The one who takes is the one who gives. The one that disarrays is the one that confers. (connects)