Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 22)

By Dalem Tehang    

AFTER the congregational Fajr prayer, I fell down. Trying to close his eyes. While enjoying the breeze of the morning that broke through the bars. Greeting the whole cell. 

I heard the sound of Aris teaching. Very slowly. Sitting on his alphabet. Every time he read a word, he stopped. Reading means. Several times his head nodded. A sign that he was trying to understand the speech of the life order created by Robbul Izzati. God owns the heavens and the earth.

The morning apple routine is short. The guard was standing in front of the room. Pay attention to the number of room occupants and adjust to the list of names on the blackboard in the corner of the door. 

However, the calm of the morning was disturbed by the sound of cries of pain and screams of forgiveness from room 9. Accompanied by the sound of thumping due to punches and kicks. A prisoner is becoming an officer's temper. 

“Subhanallah,” sigh Aris. Disturbed by his concentration in teaching.

The screams of pain grew stronger. Accompanied by the sound of a blow. Even a few times the room separation wall, clashing. We all fell silent. The mood became a little gripping. 

Not long after, a guard with a face full of anger suddenly stood in front of our room. 

Her eyes are red. His hand held tightly to the iron bars with a tremble. The form is so disturbing anger that is burning his heart. 

“Who in this room is curanmor case,” said the clerk in a high voice. 

Arya hurried to her feet while raising her hand. 

“Who else?” said the officer. Still with high notes.

“He's free, sir!” said Edi, the head of the room. With a half-strapped voice.

As if not satisfied with Edi's answer, the burly officer saw the signboard of the room occupants' names along with the expected article.

“Out you. I just missed one curanmor in room 9. Reportedly many entered here,” said the officer. He ordered Arya out of the room. 

A tamping man opened the door. Arya out. Crouching in front of the door. Spontaneous the officer's leg was moving. Brak!. Arya bounced. Lips rupture. Fresh blood is flowing. 

“You've metik motor how much?” ask the officer furiously.

“About 18 motors, sir!” arya replied while wiping the blood on her lips.

“Don't say around, surety how many you have picked,” said the officer again. His hands move fast. Slapped Arya in the face.

The officer's right hand moved. Clenching firmer. Striking Arya's chest that was just about to stand up. Aryan's body fell. Falling on the bedroom door.

Spontaneous me and Aris stood up. Approaching Arya who was half-conscious due to the hit by the officer and the collision with the door of the room of steel.

We lift Arya's body. Go into the room. Ijal hurriedly gave him a drink. It was fresh blood still pouring out from the corner of his lips.

“You two are heroics huh? Try it with me!” the officer said while looking at me and Aris.

“Do not delay, sir. We are troubled people so we are here. But don't think of us as animals, can be done at will,” said Aris. His voice vibrates. Resisting anger.

“O, so want to volunteer? So!” get that officer. His eyes glared sharply towards Aris.

Unknowingly, I opened the shirt. Busty. Walk near the cell door. 

“If you really want to try, open your official clothes. Get into this room. We wrestle,” my challenge to that officer, seriously.

The officer was silent. I move both palms of my hands. Ask him to go into the cell room. 

“Log in if you are a hotshot, sir!” said Aris who was standing behind me. 

The officer remained silent. Suddenly the sound of shoes walking towards the room. It turns out that Mr. Rudy and some other officers.

“What is this?” ask Mr. Rudy, the commander of the holding room complex.

I asked Edi to explain. The head of the room relayed what had happened, including what the officer had done in room 9. 

Mr. Rudy ordered the officer back to the guard post. He also asked me to wear a t-shirt lying on the floor.

“Misunderstanding is common, but do not get brawled. It will be equally difficult. Learn to strengthen patience,” said Mr. Rudy. 

Me and Aris who were still standing at the door of the room, nodded their heads. Edi asked us to return to our seats. 

“Inget, we're fasting again. There is a trial,” said Edi. Tranquilize.

Arya was still grimacing in pain. Sometimes he soaks his broken lips with his saliva, and still drains blood. Even if only occasionally (connected)