Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 34)

By Dalem Tehang

ARIS called tamping. Requesting room 10 door to be opened. Only then did I get out. We're heading for the guard post. In concert.

Arriving at the guard post, I saw two men with perlente and tie, talking to the prison guard. Upon seeing us coming, the two men approached the iron bars where we were standing.

“So how, sir Aris? Can I sign now?” ask one of the men.

Aris looked up at me standing up. I get the point.

“Pardon me, is it true you two are lawyers wife of my best friend Aris?” my many. They nodded. 

“Can see his power of attorney?” ask again. 

One of them opened the bag. Remove the blue map. Show a power of attorney. I showed Aris the power of attorney. After reading it, he nodded his head.

“So like this. Mr. Aris still takes the next two or three days to decide whether or not to approve the application for divorce. Well, along with that, Mr. Aris wants to meet his children first,” I said later. While handing back the power of attorney to Aris's wife's lawyer.

“Can't be so, sir. Pak Aris's children do not want to see his father again. Anyway, approved or not, this lawsuit will still be submitted to the Religious Court,” said one of the lawyers. There was a threatening tone in his voice. 

“Please sorry. Do not rush to claim the children of Mr. Aris do not want to see his father again. Ask your children well first. And if indeed you think approved or not, this divorce petition letter will continue to the Religious Court, why is it difficult to find Mr Aris?” I said, kind of high.

Both lawyers remained silent. I know, they're trying to mentally clash with us. 

“What do you think this is approved sir Aris?” suddenly one of the lawyers asked. Striking. 

I looked at Aris who had just looked down. Pasting his head on the iron bars. 

“Yes, what he said represented me. He's my lawyer in this prison,” Aris said. Resolutely. 

“Okay then. Later we talk to the client about the request of Mr. Aris. Two or three more days we are here,” said one of the lawyers. 

They then say goodbye to Aris. But not to love me. 

While walking back to the cell, Aris patted my shoulder.

“Luck is you, Be. I really can't think about it,” said Aris.

“That's normal, Ris. As great as a barber, will not be able to shave his own hair. That's his fatsun. Then this life needs friends, to complement each other,” I said with a smile.  

“So where's kayak? Already signed, Ris?” ask Edi, as soon as we enter the room.

“But, Kap. I'm asking to see the kids first. Two or three more days they're here,” explained Aris. What is.

“That's the name of a long-string drawer, Ris. If women no longer want to separate, just take it off. Why are you resistant,” continued Edi. Still with his eyes focused on his crossword puzzle book.

“Not destruction, Cap. Let me talk to the kids first. They need to know my attitude about this before I sign the letter. Want as well as this life, there is no name ex-child, if the wife, yes be ex,” said Aris again.

“So far as I'm concerned if that's your reason, Ris. Yes already, later malem continue aja isikharohmu it. But don't ask your wife to change her mind, just ask your children to be stronger and stay strong in the future,” said Edi.

“That's not what it means, Asnawi. You need to know yes, if the woman has asked for a divorce, it means she has stuck with her decision. Rarely does it eventually change. Yes really, God can change everything. But according to me, now more important doain children than wives who have asked for divorce,” said Edi again. 

“Emang nurut Kap, my wife will not change her attitude again?” ask Aris. Edi shook his head. Convincingly. 

“Kok Kap is as sure as that, what is the reason?” continued Aris. Curious.

“Simple as it really is, Ris. He's filing for divorce because of what? Because you have a legal problem and go to jail, right? Because you are now embarrassed by your family, right? So the point is, your wife can't accept this reality. If it was like that, he would not change his attitude. I am sure a thousand percent about this,” said Edi excitedly. 

Aris lowered her head. Sometimes his head shakes. As if he still does not believe the reality he is facing. 

When he was locked up like this. Living within limitations and full of unpleasant possibilities. Torn from simply breathing in comfort. Now it will just be thrown. As if there was no meaning to the beautiful story that had been woven eleven years before.

The Ashar Adhan echoes from the mosque next to the mapolres. I rushed to the bathroom. Wudu. Aris and the others followed. After taking a bath, I hurriedly took a shower. 

I'm sure my wife will come. I kept praying for him. For his health, his rigor, his salvation, his many blessings, and his devotion remain in living life according to His destiny. 

And it's true. Eleven minutes later, Adit tamping opened the cell door while smiling at me. Spontaneously I stood up and rushed out of the room. Walk quickly to the guard post.

My wife smiled. Alhamdulillahot. I kissed him from behind bars. Ku hug. I elus his back. He kept smiling.

“Sorry yesterday mother did not besuk. Ndadak stomach pain. Winding that. So go straight home. Kirain malemnya dad wants a phone, apparently not. Until mother does not sleep waiting for father's phone,” said my wife.

“Now has his stomach gone?” my many. Full of misgivings.

“Alhamdulillah has done well. The hull went up a few times. Most thoughts and feelings are not calm,” said my wife, Laksmi. He kept trying to break down her sweet smile. Securing my heart.

“Dad really wants to call, only Mr. Aris again has a problem. Want pinjem hp it does not taste good,” I said.   

“Emang what's the same problem Mr Aris? Caught by the officer again phone huh?” ask wife.

“His wife is seeking divorce!” sahutku. Short. 

“Astaghfirullah. Real ones? Husband again in prison gini even claim divorce?” my wife said with her mouth open. Not guess. 

I'm nodding. I told you, Aris's wife's lawyer came and Aris' attitude.

“Masyaallah, how tough is the test Mr. Aris yes, father. Inshaallah we should be given the power of inner birth huh. It is hard for this test, but we must be sure that God will not love the test above our ability to carry it,” said my wife again. Eager. Excited me, and himself.

My wife, Laksmi, said, tomorrow afternoon for three days she and some of her friends got an office assignment out of town. He showed me his duty warrant. 

“But, if you do not permit, yes it is okay, stay mother until tomorrow morning to the head of the service. Mommy is okay to leave if you mind,” my wife said earnestly. 

“Nothing. That's office work. Mother must keep walking. In any situation, we must be professional to carry out work tasks. Dad permits mother to leave. The father's prayer is always accompanied by the mother wherever, the important thing is to remain calm and do not stay in prayer,” I said seriously.

I hugged my wife. I know exactly, actually he is very hard to carry out the duties of service outside his office this time. Because I was in prison. 

But I also know, however, that I must continue to support my wife's career. Which he climbed from the bottom of the stairs limping since a dozen years ago. Which would be very naive if it was cut off just because of my current status (connected).