Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 51)

By Dalem Tehang

AFTER the chamber heads came out, the fellow occupants of cell 10 reentered.

“So what's the story, Be? We were horrified earlier, Babe kayak sepet ninggi so by the way,” said Asnawi who was famous called Nawi.

“Neither, just a discussion, Wi. They are confused about the donation to the rehab room lo. According to yesterday's briefing. I give you a solution, use the room first, there will be. Thank God, finally all agreed that,” I said parse the results of the meeting.

“We thought Babe wanted to be given a bullet they took Mr. Rudy. If so, the name Babe can be damaged,” between Reza. I shook my head.

I hurried to take a shower, because as Mr. Rudy said, I want to be called provos to be asked for clarification. Later tonight. 

“Jal, water in the tub stay little. From the tap no longer shaky. Try asking for another room matiin first tap. Let the water get here,” I said, after the shower.

After checking the bathtub, Ijal called tamping. Ask to be delivered to other rooms so that the water tap is turned off. Because our rooms are at the very end of the detention complex, we often don't get any more water.

Until we finish the Maghrib prayer, the water does not flow. Many residents of the room were forced not to shower.

“Try to take care of the real thing, Jal. Cook until now the water is not ngalir as well,” said Doni. 

“Yes, Ijal sampein to tamping earlier,” reply Ijal. 

“It's still not moving either, right? I mean, you sneak up and respond to that. Do not melt very,” continued Doni. His voice began to rise. Emotion.

“Kan already Ijal said earlier to tamping, om. Do I have to go back and forth nyampeinnya,” said Ijal. 

“If necessary, you talk up to 100 times, Jal. The important thing is water again. Sultry like gini, how can you sleep later. Think not you,” ketus Doni.

With a grumbling face, Ijal again approached the bars. Screaming loudly, calling tamping.

A tamping came. Ijal asked about the problem of a faucet that does not flow water. Tamping it tells the story, the message from room 10 has been delivered to all rooms. 

“But until now the water has not been stirred as well. Where is this?” sahut Ijal responded to the tamping story.

“Gini. How many of us haven't had a shower? Let's share, let's take a bath in the other rooms. Open the door,” said Aris suddenly. And move on to get her little towel.

The fellow occupants of cell 10 looked at me. The one sitting against the wall, waiting for the Adhan Isha. I just nodded my head. Agree with Aris's idea.

There were nine people who rushed to prepare the toiletries. They stood at the door of the room. However, the tamping on duty, did not move as well.

“Come open the door. We went to the other rooms, took a bath there. You also open those rooms later,” said Aris. Reigning.

“But the padlock is in the guard post, om. I dare not take it,” said tamping it. His voice vibrates. Fearful.

“Say to the clerk, key minjem. Ceritain. Done it. The important thing is that you assured the officer that you keep ngawasin,” continued Aris. There was beginning to be a annoyance in his voice.

Tamping was silent. From the look of his eyes he seemed confused. Not knowing what to do and how.

“Try you here,” said Doni, asking for the tamping to get closer to his position, which rests on the bars.

As soon as the tamping approached, in a very fast motion, Doni's hand grabbed his hair. Banging his head against the iron bars with all his might.

Tamping was spontaneously screaming in pain. Her voice screeching. Shocking all the residents of the detention house complex.

Scatter the residents of the detention house complex to the iron bars in their respective rooms. Wanted to know what happened. Peering from the iron bars. 

Officers at the guard post also immediately opened the separation door with the holding room. Enter the prisoner complex.

“What is this? You why?” ask the guard as soon as we get in front of our room.

“Sorry, sir. Just messing around. In shock, I shouted. Not aware to scream fast,” said the tamping. Body bended. Saluted.

“Then there is nothing? If anyone is hurting you, say so. We slaughtered the guy. Don't be a jagger here,” said the officer in a loud voice. 

The officer's eyes shifted. Watching us all. Probing. There are doubts about the tamping story. However, he has not found any evidence to act.

“There is no problem here, kap?” ask the officer, looking at me.

“Yes, really, Dan. There's no problem. The problem is precisely the water since the afternoon is not ngalir. There are nine friends who have not bathed until now,” I said as I approached the bars. Approaching the position of the guard officer. 

“O is so, so how is the exit,” said the officer. His voice is back flat. Switching attention.

“Please this permission, Dan. If allowed, friends can take a bath in other rooms. Just share them. Let the spit also take a shower,” I said with hope.

“Iya. That's it yeah. Later I will also check why the water does not reach this room,” said the guard.

He ordered the tamping to pick up the cell key at the guard post. And he went down to open the door to the other cell rooms to the friends of the occupants of room 10 bath.

“Alhamdulillah, there is a way out yes, Be,” said Ijal, when he saw friends out of the room to take a bath in another cell.

“That mah, Jal. Spigot. Action's. Try if I did not pull the head of the sidewalk earlier, not necessarily we found a way out. Yes, Be,” said Doni, patting his chest.

“Iya, Doni. Thanks for the initiative yes. I'm just curious, enough of this only you apply rudely in this room. Once again you were like that, I got you out of this room,” I said in a serious voice, looking at Doni sharply.

Looks like Doni was surprised by my strong-pitched voice. But then he nodded his head. Submissive. The word of the head of the room is a word. Orders that cannot be disputed. 

After we prayed Isya Jamaahan and had dinner together, the new guard on duty, held an apple. This guard team is famous for high discipline and rarely tolerates. 

Aris, who was wearing training pants that night, was immediately reprimanded. I need to change shorts. And without rope. 

All sarongs are also required to be removed from the room. It was placed in a small cupboard at the guard post, after it was put in a plastic bag. And marked by writing the room number.  

“Where will we be subuhan, sir,” said Tomy, after a plastic bag containing sarong cloth belonging to the occupants of the room he handed it to the picket officer.

“Let's just say to tamping, let him take in the guard post,” said the officer. Without tolerance.

“If tampingnya sleep, could-can not subuhan us,” continued Tomy, half muttered.

“Yes it's a risk. There should be no gloves in the room. Why is it still there,” said the officer who heard Tomy mutter.

I coded Tomy not to continue the debate. Because the truth of the matter is, if the prisoner speaks, it will still not be responded to properly.

Just finished the apple, a member of the provos came. Stand in front of the room. Calling me. 

“Pak Mario right? Mr Rudy has told me that tonight will be asked for clarification information about the problem this morning?” says she. I nodded my head.

“OK, soon the door is open. I wait in the guard post,” he said. And turned right around.

“Bismillah yes, Be. We doain Babe is okay. Smooth all the clarifications,” Aris said as she hugged me.

“Siap. Nyantai. Inshaallah everything is fine. Thank you for praying,” I said with a smile. 

I know, all the occupants of room 10 were full of turmoil after knowing the problem this morning had long tailed. Especially until you have to deal with provos. (connected)