Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 42)

...By Dalem Tehang...

“BENERNYA, I'm not having trouble sleeping, Be. But again learn calm and patient. Because people say, the way out of a problem and victory is achieved by those who are calm and patient. Not the same people who bully,” said Aris.

“Yes that's right, Ris. Just calm and patient it does not have to not sleep too many times. You feel your own body if you constantly do not sleep like gini,” I said, chiming. 

“Keep if the eyes do not want to be invited to brim, kayak where dong, Be? The name of sleep is that the eyes must be brushed. In part, for whatever the eyes brim if the mind wanders is not clear juntrungannya,” said Aris again.

I'm speechless. Aris is a very experienced person in life. All this time, he was very nurturing, wise, and could put himself in the right position. Whatever the atmosphere, he calmly treated. His sympathetic smile almost never escaped his lips. 

Only after his soul was shaken by the emergence of a petition for divorce from his wife, this low profile perlente man seemed to be uprooted from his personal character. 

Often daydreaming and his emotions are often uncontrollable. However, it never causes disputes with fellow cell dwellers.

After the dawn prayer, Aris hurried to the bathroom. Turn on the cell phone he kept in the bucket with clothes immersion. 

He talked to someone across the street for a long time. I don't know who. Until then the sound rises: “Ya already if not can help anymore!”

After deactivating it, he put it back in small plastic, and immersed in water between clothes in a bucket.

Aris's face was upset. He breathed his breath out loud. His palms clenched. 

“Why, Ris?” my broom. Showing attention. 

“Kesel aja, Be. Why do so many people bother us who are again in this prison like no longer have a future. I think we're done with this life. To the extent that deket friends who since zero we helped, now avoid being called,” said Aris in an annoyed tone.

“Liet the hell, Ris. It is precisely at this time that we know which are true friends and which are losers. Yes it is not good, but we should be grateful,” I said.

“Thankful what, Be? Because of the abandonment of friends?” said Aris, interrupting in a high tone.

“Yes, one of them is that, Ris. We know only a few are actually friends. The rest are people who seek personal benefits by claiming to be friends with us all along. Maybe all this time we are proud to have many friends. Hundreds of people even. In fact, once we're in prison, it looks like who's his real friend. Lha, you just said no more than five fingers, the friend who stuck you here. So what is nambahin sporadically,” I said parse.

“Yes too anyway. I'm often curious, Be. Suddenly inget a friend who used to deket real. Since college, eating together. Even when he wanted to go into the military, I was with him. Find recommendations here and there. When he was in education, his family business was also his girlfriend who is now his wife, I was asked to handle. That's also when his son wants to be a police officer, I'm also asked for help. Now, that's why I'm in bui gini, just accept my phone just don't want. He even told his wife to pick up the phone. Boro-boro want to help kayak first I help him,” said Aris at length. Expressing disappointment to a friend.

“Sorry, Ris. I'm advising ya. No more effort you have a curiosity about the contact of your friends. Whoever they are, or ever meritorious whatever you are to them. If they still think you're a friend, they'll come with you. That's just the size,” I said. Trying to defuse.

“Ber also it, Be. I just find it hard to control myself to not contact friends. Because all this time I feel a lot of doing also for the success of their lives. But, I want to try to live up to his advice,” said Aris. This time his voice was back.

“I was once given advice from my father-in-law, Ris. He said, never want your kindness to be the same person, but really the goodness of people are the same as you. Throw away all your faults the same as people's mistakes, but really your mistakes are the same people,” said I. Aris nodded her head. 

While we were still silent, the door of the room was opened by a tamping man. It's time to exercise in the front row of each cell. Me and Aris came out. Breathe in the fresh morning air. While moving the limbs. 

A tamping man approached. Carrying a package in his hand. 

“Om, there was a shipment from the guard,” said the tamping, handing over the parcel he was carrying.

I opened the package. It contains pempek and know the contents. Also two small plastics contain vinegar. Pretty much that little treat. 

“Sayers, who sent this food?” ask me about tamping. He shook his head.

“Sorry, Sir. Whose food is this from?” ask the guard officer.

“So someone came here. Young man, say the shipment for Mario bang that. But I forgot to ask his name,” said the guard officer who looks just woke up from his sleep.

“O. For Father yes. I am not used to eating early in the morning pempek, later even stomach pain,” I said while handing the small package of food to the guard.

“Thanks, bang. Thank goodness then. Can make a stomach wedge before the guard application,” said the officer while smiling.

I turned. While moving the limbs, return to the front of the cell room. Maintain body fitness.

“Why be advised to the officer, Be. Honey lo, it's called morning windfall, blessing,” said Aris. 

“It's not clear who sent it, Ris. Don't silly. In part, it is not fitting also early in the morning gini eat pempek and know the contents of vinegar,”.

“Neither suspect, it turns out Babe is parno-an,” said Aris.

“Not parno, Ris. But beware. I don't know who sent the food. That means, we don't know what that means either, right? Better be careful and vigilant than why-why,” I said. 

“Bener also yes. I often get food shipments like gini. I don't know who sent it. But I want to-inget, never did I eat it,” said Aris.

“You accept not eating? How's the story?” my many. Wonder.

“If not wrong inget, the first first, just held on a plate to eat together, I was called a guard. Back and forth, the food is over. The second one, fitting I have a stomachache, so do not eat fried delivery at that time. Third, yes, I forgot. But I never ate it. There are events that make me not eat it,” explained Aris.

“Means you are saved, Ris. I don't know who sent the food. I can mean no good. Especially you, the typhoon case. You are a man of honor. There can be people who are not happy and want to know you. Careful and vigilant it does not hurt lo, Ris,” I said, reminding.

Aris nodded her head. At the same time, we saw Ijal coming out of the room, carrying two cups of coffee. It's in the corner of the terrace. 

“Well, this is the real one. That morning, I had coffee, Ris. Thank you, Jal,” I said while sitting down to enjoy half-sweet coffee made by Ijal.  

Pepen also left the room. Sit down and join me and Aris. Ijal out again. This time we brought our cigarettes. “Which kayak do you deserve, Pen? How like to make you down that weight,” asked Aris to Pepen.

“Emang looks yes if I am down?” Pepen asked back.

“Not look anymore, Pen. But brightly lit,” continued Aris.

“Emang kayak where to squirm?” sela Pepen's.

“Every sleep, you are always ngigau. Ngoceh is not that. It's a sign that you're under a lot of stress. According to his mental science. But I said it's down,” said Aris.

“Praise God. I really got to ngigau?” pepen said with his mouth open. Gaped.

“Beach, Pen. Why am I also afraid. So I asked you earlier, as to where your crazy case is,” Aris menukas.

Pepen looked bright. His eyes looked towards the rising of the sun. Several times his head shook (connecting).