Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 23)

By Dalem Tehang

EDI. The guard officer who had molested the curanmor perpetrator, did have an unpleasant experience. He lost his motorcycle three times because of the crime. Therefore, every time he meets a curanmor, his emotions must be out of control.  

“Yes but can not also all the perpetrators of curanmor who enter here continue to be thumped that way,” said Joko. 

“That's what we want, Joko. But his name is kelas, what do you want. Importantly, how not to let the kayak incident was experienced by residents in our rooms again. That's what we have to think about,” said Edi.

“Try later we chat with Gustav. He's the head of the block at this detention complex,” sidelines Aris. Edi thumbs up on Aris' idea. Agreed.

When all the rooms were opened, Edi called Gustav. Talked to him in room 10.  

“If it's easy. I'll condition the officer. The important thing is there is a game,” Gustav said after hearing our wishes submitted by Edi.

Edi handed over some money to Gustav. “Atur aja, the important thing is not the case of curanmor who entered here,” Edi's message. Gustav nodded.

Just finishing a shower, a tamping man came. Tell me the in-bond officer. I rushed to the guard post. It turns out the investigator came. With my lawyer, Rudolf.  

“This is the lawyer's coordinating, sir. Just chat here or in the examination room,” said the investigator. Nous. 

“This is okay?” my spoken.

I'd be reluctant to go to the investigation room. In addition to the distance of about 600 meters from the detention complex, as a prisoner I was only allowed to wear shorts. Even when considered dangerous, it must be handcuffed.   

Investigators coordinate with the prison compiler. My lawyer was asked to enter the detention complex. We talked on a small terrace in the corner of the guard post. 

“How about we apply for a suspension of detention, sir,” said Rudolf, my lawyer. Open conversation.

“Make what else? Anyway, the case goes on. Even if I was found guilty, I would still have to go to jail. There is not even a cut of the prison term if the suspension is granted,”. 

“Iya anyway, only if you can postpone, it can be at home,” continued Rudolf. Trying to please my heart. 

“Not important about the application for suspension of detention at this time. The main thing is, how can you convince the investigator that there are other people who are also involved in this matter. Neither Anom nor Yudi could be dragged in this case. They will all be involved, know and enjoy the company's money. Not just me,” I said at length. 

“What else would you like to learn and deepen? You know how far they are involved. Do not cover up like this,” I said in a thin tone.  

“But if the investigator does not want to continue checking them, I want to say what?” replied Rudolf.

“That's what I said earlier, you should be able to convince the investigators that they are also involved. Don't you cover up. Can you do it?” say again.

After a moment of silence, Rudolf nodded. Convincingly. And he promised, two more days will see me to report the continuation of our talks.

When I was going back to my room, I stopped my steps in front of room 9. I saw a man in his 45s, with a bruised face. Her hair was ruffled after being cut.

“You're the one that the officer thumped?” my many. The man nodded.

He stood up from his seat. Closer to the iron bars. Trickering. 

How depressing. The face of the man who claimed to be named Damar, battered. Swollen right-left cheek. The corner of both eyes was bruised. The back of the head is a big bump. Pitted against the wall.

“Sabar yes. The one who persecuted you will definitely get his karma,” I said while rubbing Damar's shoulder from behind bars. Trying to unify the sense that he is experiencing.

The man just smiled. Momentary. Grimacing, enduring the pain. He showed his fingers are blue and swollen, also still looks the footprint of the shoe there. I can only shake my head. Apprehension beset. 

“You just pray, ask God to resuscitate the officer. Don't do anything bad,” I said as I gave him a pack of cigarettes my lawyer had brought. 

“Thanks, om. Sorry whose name is it?” damar.

“I'm Mario, in the next room. If anything, say yes,” I said and said goodbye to go back into the cell room.

Damar nodded his head. Weak-headed. The water seemed to rise in his eyes. There is a newness behind the torment of his inner birth. 

Tears are not a sign of weakness. Not a mentally frail form. But the expression if he still has the whole side of humanity, his soul is still burning (connected).