Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 25)

By Dalem Tehang

AFTER the evening apple, Adit tamping came. Ask who will buy cigarettes. Since everyone still had cigarettes, no one ordered them. 

“Ngot able to do that. Said the guard officer, every room must pesen cigarette, a minimum of three packs,” said Adit. 

“What if we all still have cigarettes, Adit? Why not also, if there is a raid even taken,” said Ijal. Chimed.

“I understand, but the guard does not want to know. All rooms are mandatory pesen cigarettes, that's the order,” continued Adit. 

We're all quiet. I saw Edi at the head of the room as if he had not heard the conversation. Feeling no response, Adit left. While hitting the room door in annoyance.

“Emang if you want to buy a mandatory cigarette through a gini officer yes?” ask me on Ijal.

“It, Be. But not all officers. The team that guards this mall is usually like gini. The term is cas-cassan. If the other team in a way. Yes anyway, there are many ways they make money from us - we prisoners here,” explained Ijal.  

“Keep if we do not buy cigarettes as you want guard how?” ask again.

“There's a way they'll later. The point is yes still out that money,” continued Ijal.

I'm speechless. Many unexpected things enveloped the world of prisoners. Stay as strong as what mental has. Because often, that happens far from the flow of reason. Not even in the dream. 

Suddenly the rain fell rapidly when the night was not yet late. The sound of lightning in the sky. Strong winds filled it. No doubt, even rain water droplets entered the room. 

The rush of Doni, Asnawi, Iyos and Edi shifted the body from its position. Their place was splashed by rain water because it was close to iron bars.

Buntelan in a plastic bag containing their clothes, secured Ijal. It's at the bottom of my place. In order not to be exposed to tampias rain water that enters the room due to wind.

I whispered to Aris. Borrowing hp. He signals Ijal. Me and Ijal to the bathroom. Start me calling my wife.

“Assalamaicum. Mother and healthy children all right,” said I was so connected.

“Waalaikum greetings. Thank God we are all healthy. You should always be healthy. How was the open fast,” said my wife.

“Aalhamdulillah's. God is the one who rules everything. Thank you to God. Because He gives fortune and nitipin to mother for father and friends,” said my wife.

“O yes, where is Adek, he said to talk to dad,” I said. 

I heard my wife calling Halilintar. My youngest son is usually called Adek.

“Halo, dad. This is adek,” said Halilintar shortly afterwards.

“Aalhamdulillah's. You're in good health, le!” sahutku.

“He's healthy, dad. Alhamdulillahot. Adek elect as chairman of OSIS, father,” said Halilintar with a cheerful voice.

“Oh yes? Alhamdulillahot. Congratulations yo, le. Proud to hear it. The trust yes. Embrace all friends well and do whatever you want by friends and harumin school name,” I said at length. 

“Ready, dad. Doain yes, father. Inshaallah adek can lead OSIS well and evidences even though father is again in prison, we all keep standing firmly,” said Halilintar. 

This time his voice sounded. The spirit that was created from his soul was so tempestuous. Full of obsession wrapped in anger stored neatly. As the name implies; Halilintar. 

“Bismillah yes. Sure that God will always be easy. Make this belief part of worship. Don't be arrogant, let alone arrogant and harassing others,” I said. Order for. 

“Iya, dad. Adek inget and lakanin pesen daddy. Keep doain us yes, father. We also continue to doain father,” continued Halilintar and then handed hp to my wife again.

“Alhamdulillah yes, father. The children can survive even if the father is in trouble. Just because of God's will, we can still stand this tall,” my wife said.

“God has set our life story. Very heavy, even very, very heavy this test. We both strengthen worship, be patient and sincere, baby. And obviously, bojoku is amazing. Thanks yo, always be strong and keep telling kids. I am proud of my mother,” I said in earnest.

“Inshaallah we are all strong. Really, this test is heavy. Sometimes you don't feel strong anymore. But God still continues the love of faith and belief, that's what makes Mother still able to survive until now. Alhamdulillah,” said my wife. His voice was slow and loud.

I know, indeed, how dim the souls and minds of wives and children with this case wrapped around me. As a social creature that must associate with others, of course the inner burden is increasingly whack. Screams everywhere. Ghibah on their right left. It was as if the world would not be friends with them anymore. 

I was grateful, as soon as this calamity happened, that God strengthened my wife and children. So that it looks outside, they remain strong. Keep smiling. I can still joke. And continue to carve their names with large letters in the work (connected).