Ballad Inmates
Ballad Inmates (Part 52)

By Dalem Tehang

AND TRUE. Minutes later, the cell door was opened by a tamping man. It turned out that Adit was on duty. Replacing the previous tamping. Who was persecuted by Doni.

“Mari, um. Already awaited in the guard post,” said Adit, taking me out of the room.

We're on our way to the guard post. Several times Adit turned his face, looking at me.

“Why, anything weird huh, Adit?” ask me while smiling.

“Om is okay,” he said. There was a tinge of worry in his speech. I shook my head. Convincingly.

“Thankful that's it, om. Adit doain, om fine. Patience, om. His name is also in prison, a lot of unexpected,” he said again. 

“Quiet aja, Adit. Inshaallah everything is fine. Don't worry yeah,” I said again. This time, he patted his shoulder. Tranquilize.

After going through the check at the guard post, I walked side by side with the members of the provos that followed to the detention center complex. The provost office is about 300 meters from where I was detained.

Without much ado, I was immediately questioned. Made some sort of news check event as well.

“Everything that Mr. Mario said earlier is really the truth,” said the examiner from the provos, after I signed the news of the examination event. I nodded my head.

“Pak Mario will forgive the prisoner guard, if he apologizes?” ask the examiner again.

“The officer is not wrong with me, sir. Personally, know neither,” I said. Relaxed.

“So his mistake, according to pak Mario where?” ask the examiner with full investigation.

“I don't know exactly what the prisoner's picket officer's SOP is, sir. But the commander of the detention house had previously delivered on some of his policies. Among them, all those in the detention house must respect each other, respect each other, there must be no colonialism, violence, suppression, and rudeness. In my opinion, there are points in that policy that were violated,” uraiku.

The provost officer who checked me looked stunned. Think hard. Several times his head nodded. While his eyes keep looking at me. Probing.

“I mean sir Mario gave money to the clerk what?” ask him, continue.

“Ya, meet her request, sir. He threatened us. I was primarily the head of the room. If I don't give him, it could happen that doesn't happen to me and my friends in the room,” I said, explaining.

“So, pak Mario fulfilled the request of the officer because he felt threatened, so,” said the examiner. I'm nodding. Ensuring.

“But if, there is an officer who asks for help in a good way, without pressing let alone threatening, would pak Mario want to help?” the examiner continues the question. Full fished.

“As far as I can, I help, sir. But if you can't, yes I say can't,”. No load.

“So the point, on the way yes, sir. Appreciate each other yes. No colonization, let alone emphasis,” continued the examiner. I'm nodding.

“If there is an officer who does the suppression or coercion ask the prisoner something, what did Mr. Mario do,” the examiner pursues with the question again.

“Although maybe with the risk of Mr. Mario will experience things that are not comfortable during here, which could have been done by the officer guard,” he said again.

“I'm ready with all the risks, sir. If I am persecuted or what, I will report to the provos. True our status is prisoner, but we are also human, sir. It is true what is the policy of the commander of the throne, mutual respect, respect, and no violence or colonization. If it is run, this detention complex can be a big house full of harmony. Of course by still putting yourself according to the status of each, sir,” I said, at length.

“OK, then, sir Mario. All the information we have recorded. Tomorrow we report to the commander. He will decide the fate of the officer,” the examiner said as he stood up. Saluted me.

Just now I was going out the provos office, suddenly all the members stood firm. Salute a plainclothes man who just entered the room.

The man looked at me sharply. Provost members who accompanied me to return to the cell, reported what had just been done.

The gallant man turned out to be the commander of the provos on the mapolres. Heru sir his name. He looked at me seriously when his men delivered the report. Sometimes it seems he nodded his head.

“So you don't consider that the guard officer personally made a mistake, do you?” said Mr. Heru, commander of the provos, it was sudden. I nodded my head.

“So that you think there is a mistake, because the officer did not run the policy of the commander of the throne yes,” he said again. Back I nodded my head.

“Oke, then. Now please go back to the holding room,”.

“Thanks, sir. Good night,” I said while bowing my face. Saluted.

“Good night and keep good health,” said Mr. Heru in a friendly voice.

I went back to the detention complex. A provos officer. And go straight into the cell room.

As soon as I got to the door, I was shocked. All of the room's occupants, except Pepen, were teaching. Reading surah yasin. Kekhusu’an them interrupted when the sound of the room door was opened firmly by Adit tamping.

Friends in the room stopped teaching him. Mentioned greeting me.

“Let's continue with the salary. Not done yet,” I said, directly joined the friends.

“A little more, Be. This is the ninth reading. We read yasin doain Babe,” said Ijal. His voice vibrates.

I looked at each of the occupants of the room. There is a newness that is stirring. Amazing togetherness and loyalty. 

The same fate as the cover, that room of sleep, had really settled in the soul. Not just physical. 

Ijal explained, they continued to read surah yasin repeatedly as I exited the room to give clarification in the provos office. And it'll stop, after I get back to the room.

“Mashaallah. Alhamdulillahot. Thank you guys,” I said in a choked voice. Renovated.

And we all continue to teach you to read surah yasin until it is finished. After the prayer, all remained seated in a circle on the top floor of the cell room. Waiting for me to tell you a story (connect)