Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 46)

By Dalem Tehang

“LOU have you sad now what, Arya?” ask Pepen.

A moment the flaky young man fell silent. His eyes look bright. His mind is running. His breath suddenly snorted. Like running fast.

“Honestly, I just feel sorry for my mom, dad, and sisters. It is their instinct that makes me sad. If I'm here or sentenced for how many years, it doesn't make me nelongso. I am sure the path is strong,” said Arya after being able to calm herself.  

“What are you sad about from your family?” ask Aris, interrupting.

“Ibuku can no longer make snacks to sell to stalls. My sisters could drop out of school, because there is no fee to pay SPP. Also my father, can only work on the fields of people, because we do not have our own fields,” Arya said with a voice full of sadness. 

Slowly he lowered his face. A tear fell on his lap. Unexpectedly, the young motor metic specialist turned out to be the backbone of his family. 

“Ya already, Arya. God would love a better fortune for your family. Don't be a burden on you. Just think about your fate in the future,” said Aris calming. The dielus-elus Aryan back. 

“If you want to change and come out later, find me, Arya. I have a shop and a motorbike shop. Maybe it's right if you work there,” said Pepen seriously.

Arya turned her face. He looked at Pepen with a sharp look. As if asking for certainty. Pepen nodded his head. 

Spontaneous Arya hugging Pepen. The crying spilled too. The cry of novelty amid the downturn that gave rise to a speck of hope of goodness. 

“Truly yes, Pen. I thank you really if you are not playing games or just nyenengin me aja,” said Arya with a stifled voice.

“Ya really, Arya. I know you are a good boy. Just like you said, the environment that makes you mired. Later we will be together with good future yes,” said Pepen in earnest.

Arya nodded her head. The atmosphere of haru was also me and Aris felt. Sometimes, things happen very far from what we ever imagined. In fact, even imagining never. That is the mystery of life.

“If your own literal case is like which, Pen?” suddenly Aris broke the novelty.

“Njelimet if my problem really is, Ris. At that time, I was in a hurry to go to the store because there was a shipment of motor parts coming in. On the road, I saw an old man crossing. I put the bike down, and took the lane behind it. Uh, suddenly he retreated again because someone called. I don't want to shake anymore. Be him hit. I also bounced. We were both taken to the hospital,” Pepen said starting his case story.   

“Terus that you hit it left huh?” continued Aris. Guess.

“Yes, after being treated for five days, he died. We are truly at peace. Well, one of his sons who is abroad, does not want peace. He's reported to the police. I'm checked. Verbal process. But not arrested. Apparently he was curious. Finally he reported to the Police Headquarters, there happened to be a colleague there. So inevitably finally the investigator here my nahan like this,” continued Pepen. Her voice choked. Mournfully. 

“Padahan, even if you are not detained, the case continues to go?” ask, interrupt.

“Yes, the case goes on, Be. Even soon I have been devolved. But I think his son really wanted to see me arrested. The family business asked for a suspension was also not granted by the investigator,” Pepen parse again.

“To everyone. His revenge is amazing, in fact,” said Aris. With a furious tone. 

“In fact, his son ever came here. But I was really detained, not really. Try, want to like where else I am if it is like that, in addition to accepting this situation,” said Pepen. His voice this time was a bit high. There was a burst of emotion there.

Suddenly Ijal woke up from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he offered to make coffee. The four of us nodded our heads. Move the OD of room 10 agilely. Before long, we were served warm coffee.

“We should sleep this first,” Arya said. Suddenly. 

“It's responsibility, soon also Fajr,” said Aris.

Pepen got up and headed to his bed. We thought he was gonna break down. It turned out to open the plastic bag that was stored in his bag. He brought out snacks. A biscuit.

And sure enough, just a few times downing a warm coffee made by Ijal, sound of teaching from the mosque near the prison complex. 

“What's up, Jal?” I asked with my eyes still half closed.

“Ngangin, Be. Everyone was told to leave the room. There is an officer in front of the door,” said Ijal.

I turned my face. An officer was standing at the door, leaving his waist. 

“All out yes, without exception. If anyone has just slept, it's his own fault why stay up,” said the officer while looking at me.

I walked out of the room. These eyes are really sepet, because it has only been sleeping for some time.

“Bapak ya head room here?” ask the officer. I'm nodding.

“Try first as understanding. Send cigarettes first, what food to the guard post,” he said again.

I'm just smiling. Not responding to the officer's words.

“Dilangin even smile. Not that smile. I wait for the delivery. No kidding me this way. If it's not clear, look at it later. I make this room difficult,” said the officer with a threatening tone.

I smile back. The irritability that had been attached to me all this time, had started to peel off my soul and mind after a month and more of living in prison. Especially now that I'm trusted to be the head of the room. It should be slower and more adem.

After the officer left the door, I called Adit, who was on duty that morning. I'll tell you, if there's Mr. Rudy, the commander of the detention complex, at the guard post, give me information. 

“Why retire to Adit if there is a Mr. Rudy tell you, Be?” ask Doni. Who heard me talking to Adit.

“Nothing. I want to meet you. Why?” sahutku.

“Kirain Babe wants to know the officer. He's been a bit of a song all this time. I can't see if he wants anything. Nyeplok at will,” said Doni.

I just nodded my head at Doni's words. While sitting in the corner in the front hall of the room, I looked at my fellow prisoners who were wandering in front of each other's rooms that morning. Agape.

Moments later, I saw Adit code it. Mr. Rudy is at the guard post. I hurried into my room. Open my little bag. Taking a piece of money Rp 100,000 given by my wife. I held the money and walked to the guard post. 

“Good morning, Mr. Rudy. Healthy yes,” I said, greeting Mr. Rudy who was talking with the guard.

“Morning too, Mr. Mario. Thank goodness healthy. Mr. Mario healthy also,” said Mr. Rudy. 

We shook hands through the iron bars. Fresh and full of charisma the appearance of Mr. Rudy that morning.

“Gimana, sir. Can I help you?” said Rudy again. With his signature style; friendly.

“O Yes, mr Rudy. This will give you the delivery requested by the officer,” I said as I pointed to the officer who had been bluffing in front of my room.

I showed you the Rp 100,000 in my hand. The officer lowered his face. Mr. Rudy looked stunned. Spontaneous, her face shady, turned red. A sign he was angry.

“What do you ask for, Mr Mario?” asked Rudy while looking at his men sharply.

The officer did not answer. Just bowing his face. Collapsed all the arrogant attitude that a moment before he had fiercely displayed in front of my bedroom door.

“It's okay, Mr. Rudy. I sincerely love him. Instead he threatened to take on friends in the room if I do not want to send according to him,”, I said. 

I intentionally played with the situation. Just giving a deterrent effect. Some prisoners approached. Want to know what's going on at the guard post. (connected)