Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 48)

By Dalem Tehang

I just listen to the conversation. Not to make any comment. I understand now why Gustav is so insistent on this matter. Because it is related to his sister.

Deni tamping approaching. Calling Gustav. Delivered if he was called by Mr. Rudy and awaited at the guard post.

“I permission first yes. Apologize yes Ris, if I was rude,” said Gustav. 

Before he left, he returned to Aris. This time with both hands. It shows that he truly regrets his actions.  

I see Aris's face still holding anger. Both of his palms clenched several times. And release his fist slowly. I think he is lowering his emotions. 

“Casual dong, Ris. His name lives in prison, there are events that we do not expect,” I said while patting his thigh.

“Why was Babe nahan when I wanted to get up and enter the room,” said Aris, looking at me.

“I don't want you to be considered a loser like Gustav. Ninggalin rink in an atmosphere that is still not clear bener,” I explained. 

“Bodo very much he wants to see me what, Be. Look aja. Once again he dagged the kayak in front of me, emang directly I gave him,” said Aris. There was still anger in his voice. 

I understand very well. When emotions are already exploding, it is not easy to relieve it. Therefore, I let Aris in her own way to calm her feelings again. 

Because, each of us has its own pattern to play feelings and thoughts. Which cannot be shared with others. That is the unique creature of God called man.

As the Dhuhur Adhan raged, all the inhabitants of the detention complex were ordered to re-enter their cells. The activity is completed.

“Kok these few days your wife didn't come, Be. Just a food delivery. Why?” asked Aris as we were falling after prayer and lunch.

“She's again outside office from her office, Ris. For three days. The agenda was back this afternoon. Inshaallah tomorrow after the office he also hit me,” I said.

“O so, why-why, Be. I'm afraid there's nothing. Children are also healthy but right,” continued Aris.

“Alhamdulillah all right, Ris. If there is anything at home, surely my children or my wife also, either how,”.

“You're good, Be. Frequently swiped. At that time I even saw your wife as some people. Rames. Everything is attentive and looks concerned with you,” Aris said again.

“Alhamdulillah, Ris. My family's attention is huge. Both from my wife's family and my sisters. They all fucked me. At that time my brothers who came, wife. My sisters are all living out of town, Ris. So I used to be with my wife when I wanted to bust. Yes, there is one, Ris. Delicious is not good it is relative,” I said. 

I try to understand Aris' longing for the attention of his family. For two months he had been living in a cell in a mapolres detention complex, and his wife and children had never met him.

“I know, you miss the same family right, Ris. You have to believe, they are also heavy with you. Mainly your children. Believe me, their absence here does not mean they escape from prayer for you,”, I said later. 

“Yes, I believe they doain and inget me too. But how long until they don't want to come here. I think I've been considered no aja,” ketus Aris. 

“Sabar yes, Ris. Just pray. God has turned the hearts of all His creatures. Nothing is impossible if God wills. Praying is our only effort right now. Just do it constantly and full of sincerity,” continued. Trying to continue to water the coolness in the soul of Aris who is raging is not bad.

“According to Babe's feelings, I will not be my family, especially my children, make me here?” ask Aris. 

“I'm sure your kids are gonna bust, Ris. Doain is serious. Call them with your heart. God must open the way,” I said with confidence. 

Suddenly Reza approached. Sitting between me and Aris who was talking slowly while lying down.

“Sorry. May I tuker mind,” Reza said as soon as she saw us staring at her.

“Wah, can't, Reza. I don't want my mind to be written to your mind,” said Aris spontaneously.

Reza scrunched his forehead. But a moment later he laughed. Realize that Aris's answer is full of jokes.

“Campret this you, Ris. Serious people talk instead playin,”ujar Reza later. Still with a laugh.

“That's what it's like, Reza. Don't get booed, but also don't get them like the undead,” welcome Aris. And also laughing. 

I'm amazed. So quick a change in the nature of Aris. From a few moments before that was full of heartache, being cheerful even impressed without burden. 

He was indeed very good at hiding the tinkling of silence in his heart. Skills that are born thanks to the exposure of various waves in the life he has lived so far. Therefore, he remains resilient even though his body movements are within limitations.

Me and Aris woke up from the fall. Leaning the body against the wall. I want to hear what Reza has to say.

“Emang what is it?” my many.

“Jadi gini. I have to keep this secret of my life. I've been saying this for eight years from my family in Medan. I work in Bekasi as a driver. Since then, I've completely cut off communication with my wife and my two children. Well, when we were out, I was called an investigator. He said he called my son last night, and they're coming here tomorrow. Want to mastiin me here,” said Reza parse story.

“Kok your son can know you're in jail?” ask Aris.

“Said investigator, my son told me that after reading online media. There's news of a lakalantas case and write my name too. So he tried to be able to communicate with the investigator and finally be told to me earlier. Tomorrow afternoon my son gets here and wants to see me,” explained Reza.

“Ya nice dong if so. Keep the problem what?” aris.

“I can't meet my kids. Their guilt all this time made me afraid to meet them,” said Reza. His voice vibrates.

“Why be afraid? Strange you are. You should be grateful, Reza. Because of the accident and you are detained here, you can finally see your children again. All this is not a coincidence, but it has been arranged with God,” I said, interrupting.

“But which way do I see the kids tomorrow?” ask Reza. 

Reza's voice was so trembling. Indicates that there is an uncontrollable rhythm in his soul. There was a tremendous turmoil lingering in his soul that shook his comfort all along.

“Ya ordinary. Sorry you were with them, because you stayed this whole time. That's it so complicated,” Aris menukas.

“It's not that simple too times, Ris. Guilt is breaking the heart now. That's why I'm really confused about which way to behave,” said Reza again.

“E, Reza. You're luckier than I am. You want the child to be confused. Lha I, even kalu not karu-baruan because kepengen dibesukin children. Don't kufur your favor,” continued Aris. His tone is a bit high. 

Reza. Face lowered. There is deep sadness there. It seems that it holds various stories of the dark past. 

“Assalamualaikum,” suddenly a voice of greeting is heard from behind bars.

We spontaneously looked towards the origin of the greeting. It turned out that Mr. Rudy, the commander of the detention house complex, who greeted and now he stood smiling from behind bars (connected)