Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 49)

...By Dalem Tehang...

“MAAF interrupts this chat, Mr. Mario. Could ask for time for us to talk,” said Mr. Rudy. Stay with her smile.

“Ready, sir,” I said as I stood up and approached the bars. 

“How about we chat in the room only yes, sir,” said Mr. Rudy. 

He turned his eyes to look around our room. 

“Siap, sir. Mr. Rudy right who has this prisoner complex, anywhere you specify, I come,” said I, who still with half-belief if Mr. Rudy chose to chat in the cell room.

A tamping came. Opening room 10. Mr. Rudy came in. All the inhabitants of the cell stood up. Salute with respect the commander of the mapolres detention complex. Surprises.

“Only once did I enter the detention room during my duty here,” I pack Rudy while walking to see all sides of the room to the bathroom.

“Yes this is how it is, sir. Sorry if in the bathroom a lot of clothes. Understandably, Ijal often males-malesan to wash it,” said Aris. While bowing respectfully. 

“Important keep clean. No virus survives in the room. Often the floor is just in-pel,” said Mr. Rudy.

“Every meal, definitely in-pel coke, sir,” said Ijal.

“Good then. The important thing is to keep clean. Claiming his clothes also do not last. Not only makes clothes spout broken, but the smell can be viral,” continued Mr. Rudy.

“Ready, sir!” said Ijal again.

“How if friends sit outside first, I want to chat for a while with Mr. Mario,” said Mr. Rudy. His eyes looked at the occupants of room 10.

All the inhabitants of the cell moved immediately. Get out of the room and sit down in the hallway. There were also those who chatted with prisoners in other rooms through iron bars. Looked. 

“So like this, Mr. Mario. The matter this morning has been dealt with provos. I reported it directly,” said Mr. Rudy, starting the conversation. After we sat face to face where I used to sleep.

“O so. Ready, sir. I wait for the directive,” my mouth.

“Later malem, sir Mario will be called provos to be clarified. What will Mr. Mario say later,” continued Mr. Rudy. His eyes look at me sharply. Requesting certainty.

“I'll take as is, sir. Why am I making up stories. After all, provos can also definitely read my gesture,” I said.

“Pak Mario is really ready to convey what is?” ask Mr. Rudy. There is doubt in his question.

“Ready, sir!” sahutku. Assertively.

“Pak Mario is not worried that with directness it will have an adverse impact on himself, Mario himself during here,” continued Mr. Rudy. I shook my head. Steady. 

“If you may know, why would Mr Mario dare to talk as is when clarified by provos?” ask Rudy again. His language is polite and coherent.

“As a prisoner, I will have to secure and carry out my command as a commander here. At the time of the briefing, Mr. said, all parties here must respect each other, respect, no colonization and so on. In my opinion, the point is that you do not want violence, suppression or coercion of prisoners. Well, I want to make that happen,” my aura clearly.

Mr. Rudy was silent. His face nodded several times. He seems to be thinking hard.

“If according to pak Mario, the essence of my direction at the briefing is what?” said later. His eyes with sharp glare continued to look at me.

“To put it simply, you want in this prisoner complex created a family atmosphere. Officers and prisoners alike appreciate, maintain each other and continue to create safe and harmonious conditions. That's exactly what I think, sir. Sorry if I mistranslated,”.

Mr. Rudy nodded his head. Couple times. Until then he stood up.

“Thanks, sir Mario. Continue what is the belief and attitude of Mr. Mario. I support,” said he and then pampered. 

We shake. Mr. Rudy's grip was so tight. It was as if adding blood to my blazing spirit.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Mr. Rudy again. And walk out the cell room.

Not long after, the fellow room dwellers, returned in. They immediately surrounded me. Want to hear a story.

“What chat was, Be. Story dong,” said Ijal curiously. Representing the friends of the room occupants.

“You know, do you want to know for real?” I said while laughing. 

“Pak Rudy said, if the officer's problem this morning was handled provos. And it turns out that he was the one who reported to his men. Later malem, I want to be clarified the same provos of the problem,” I said starting the story.

“So Babe also want to check the same provos, so?” said Reza, interrupting. I nodded my head.

“Waduh, the danger, Be. Can why-why later Babe there,” continued Reza. There's a tone of concern.

“Ngaklah. Inshaallah, there is nothing. I was just asked for clarification. Most are also asked which kayak stories are from where it originated and so on. Nyantai aja yes,” my words. Tranquilize. Although my heart is actually also full of turmoil. 

“Keep especially said mr Rudy, Be?” ask Aris. Curious.

“He asked, do I want a real story or how,” I said continue.

“Ceritain as is, Be. The officer is songong. Many mocked prisoners during this time,” suddenly Doni interrupted with a loud voice.

“Don't cry when you say that, Doni. The violence from outside. Who knows if someone is nipping behind the door,” Asnawi said. Reminds Doni.

“How to proceed, Be,” says Aris again.

“Ku takein to Mr. Rudy, if I want to say what is later when clarified as provos,” said I.

“What's the response Mr Rudy?” Reza.

“She asked, why would I want to nyampein as it is. Do not be afraid if there will be anything with me during here,” I said again.

“What's Babe doing?” Ijal.

“I said that as a prisoner, I would like to take care of Mr. Rudy's policy. He wants everything in this prison complex to respect each other, no colonization and so on. About my worries why, I just shake my head. Signs that I'm not afraid,” my aura.

“Wuih, will further this case, Be. So fun is also our story in this prison,” said Tomy. 

“You're just a spectator, so say exciting, Tom. Try if you are a player kayak Babe, surely deg-degan too. Yes, Be,” said Ijal memahuti words Tomy while looking at me. 

I nodded my head. Justifying the word Ijal. However, as prisoners are more often positioned as the wrong side. It was that condition that made my heart also become uncomfortable. There's concerns. 

The sound of the Ashar Adhan echoed from the mosque beside the mapolres. Uncommanded, all the occupants of the room alternated ablution. Except Pepen. He immediately returned to his place, and sat down. Respect for one-room friends who are worshiping.

While we were still praying together, there were sounds of some people talking in front of the room. Full of seriousness, even though his voice is slowed down.

“What's this is yes, how are the heads of the rooms to gather all,” said Pepen. Greet some of the people in front of the room.

I'm still in the prayer mat. Continue the prayer and read the short verses I memorized.

“Before a while, Babe mah rather long time his wife,” I heard Pepen's voice conveying to the people in front of the room.  

After the procession of surrender to the Almighty, I woke up. While folding the sarong, I noticed who was talking in front of the room. It turned out that the heads of the rooms in this prisoner complex.

“Babe, these are the friends of the heads of the rooms there is a need,” said Pepen while looking at my position.

I'm getting closer to the iron bars. Experiencing them from the sidelines. 

“What's up?” ask the heads of the rooms. 

“We want to chat. Can not if we chat in Babe's room aja,” said Good, room head 3.

“Can. Ask for the same key tamping,” I said. 

Ijal yelled, calling tamping. After arriving, he asked to open the cell door to room 10. But the tamping did not dare to open.

“There was Rudy in the guard post, I dare not do it. It will strap me if you want, Jal,” said the tamping.  

“You told Rudy sir. Please allow the head of the room friends to chat in room 10. Also say, Mr. Mario ask permission to open the door. That's aja. Surely certainly approved,” said Ijal on tamping it.

Tamping was doubtful. He looked towards me. I nod my head. Spontaneous, he moves. Walk towards the guard post. A few minutes later, he turned around while running to open the room door. (connect)