Brajamustis
First Blow
A Dul Karim was tidying up the concrete. Mumpung not yet hard perfect. Suddenly a foreman came and pointed with feet right near the face of Dul Karim who was squatting coolly working. The foreman continued to babble regardless of Dul Karim's offended feelings. The day is blazing.
"There's a size already, why is it still off the mark?" said the foreman was now on his waist while one leg was kicking the concrete that had not yet hardened perfectly. Suddenly Dul Karim got up with a snort of heartache. Instantly he stared fiercely at the foreman and... No one expected, Dul Karim raised a fist and severely hit the jaw of the foreman. The foreman slammed far back. Dul Karim's coworkers broke up. Dul Karim darted, he still wanted to beat and kick it could finally be secured leaving the foreman who fell in pain with a dented jaw.
The atmosphere instantly boisterous. Some blasphemed the foreman because it was outrageous to point with the feet and it had long tail. Some sycophants defend the foreman and no less many also support the actions of Dul Karim. A supervisor does not stay silent, he calls the police.
The two camps that were originally war mouths are now fighting jotos. The police came too. Two men in one patrol car. The two policemen immediately broke up with warning shots.
DOR'S! DOR'S!
The mass stopped.
"Enough! Be cool!! relax!!!" the policeman who then pointed a gun at the angry crowd and a supervisor who saw the initial fight hinted that Dul Karim had started. Another police officer arrested Dul Karim. Unexpectedly, among the tens of friends of Dul Karim, there was one person who raised a hammer to hit the police who herded Dul Karim. The other policeman spontaneously pointed the muzzle of his gun at the desperate man. But before the trigger was pulled, with sharp instincts and very fast movement, Dul Karim pushed the policeman's hand and the muzzle of the gun pointed right at the other police chief beside him and instantly,
DORR!
The gun erupted and the hot lead penetrated the baton of the police chief. His blood then flowed. All gasp. With eyes that seemed to be in disbelief, the policeman who was still holding the wrong gun was now sticking his gun to the head of Dul Karim. Dul Karim did not budge with a moaning heart. The crowd is retreating. Dul Karim raised both hands with his body straight. The police brought Dul Karim.
Slowly.
Away from the ready-to-pounce masses, the lecherous, the furious, the squeamish people saw a policeman sprawled with blood under the scorching sun, among the dust that began to re-smell the earth, the arid earth flowed with fresh blood.
Rolling day, torturous night. Dul Karim huddled himself in prison. Shown in his mind, the smile of the pregnant wife.
The day continued to roll Dul Karim was charged with a layered article. Starting from the persecution to the accusation of the murder of a policeman. Dul Karim did not understand, which article mentioned accidentally diverting police shots that made him have to be sentenced to life imprisonment. Without defense, without doubt. The hammer's beat was so convincing, it shook Dul Karim's heart.
The day keeps rolling.
"Does my wife still have money to buy rice?" inward Dul Karim screamed, "how the health of the baby when the mother who contains it starves," cried Dul Karim inwardly and felt pain once barked heart.
It was time for a young woman wearing a pale, pale-faced negligee to visit her husband, whose husband was none other than Dul Karim. Dul Karim limp helplessly stared at the heart puja that came stroking the distended stomach. The crying exploded too. "I'm sorry Brother Ratih" lamented Dul Karim behind thick glass over a cable phone. The wife also sniffled. Bemoan. A friend who happens to also get a visit touches Dul Karim's shoulder. Until the visiting time runs out, Dul Karim and his wife just combine crying, combining the sick inner language is unspeakable. Dul Karim continues to think about his status as a prisoner and how the fate of his wife and future children will be.
***
Along with the entry of Dul Karim into the prison. A warden approaches Boim, a fat half-old man and a body full of tattoos. The warden looked like he was carrying a map. Boim who was being massaged by a friend on an iron bench facing the field also understood what the purpose and purpose of the warden was. The others were playing basketball and mostly huddled and chatted. The warden came before Boim.
"Leave the two of us" Boim said to his friend who was massaging him. The man also complied. The warden handed over a map containing Dul Karim's data. As usual, the warden accepts a side job from Boim. Boim asked for data on special prisoners who had just been in prison. Nothing else and not his intention was for the recruitment of the ill-gotten business he managed. Boim was stunned as soon as he read the data in that map. Data on the forensic results of a building foreman who underwent jaw and cheekbones surgery were smashed.
"Many witnesses can be trusted. Though only empty hands," said the warden. Boim happy not kepalang, but not necessarily Dul Karim want him to recruit.
"Borrow the phone" Boim asked the warden. The warden also gave me his cell phone. Boim called someone.
"Hendrick, how is our business developing in the North?"
"You're the boss, ever since our network in the region was exposed. They're getting more and more cheeky coming in blatantly" Hendrick said.
"You take it easy and take care of your duties in the south, I already have an executor to get rid of it."
"Hello, Boss, who does the Boss mean. Why don't my men just boss, if you want to."
"Hello, Boss?" Boim handed the phone to the owner. Hendrik hasn't finished talking, but apparently Boim's boss has hung up.
"Damn!," said Hendrik.
***
Without Dul Karim knowing. Prison is a different world from the outside world. Outside, maybe later he will be in a recidivist cap that will be difficult to get a job, even community recognition. But in prison, in the world of the sick, the wrong, the proud of sin and so on, Dul Karim has a price. Moreover, rumors about shooting police from close range. That is indeed a special allure for a friend in that prison. He is Boim. Dul Karim's friends call him Boim's boss. The people who are most respected by prisoners are also prison guards. They know, where's a petty criminal, where's a big-time criminal.
The Boim boss who slapped Dul Karim on the shoulder the other day is now making an offer that Dul Karim thinks is absurd.
"I'm sorry for the calamity that has befallen you young people" said Boim, who always eats a table with Dul Karim.
"Thank you Boss," respectfully Dul Karim followed the behavior of the other friends. Calling Boss.
"Do you want to be my brother?" asked Boss Boim once on a corner of the basketball court, "or make me a grandfather for your son."
"Ah, this boss could have. It just so happened that my father was deceased, haha. Thank you, boss."
"You're a tough young man, maybe, if my son is still alive, now he's like you" Boim continued with a fallen look. I'm sure it is. I have a job for you."
"Work???" Dul Karim won't believe it. What kind of work is in prison. He had a lot of work in that prison. Starting from growing vegetables to being taught to sew.
"You need to know, I went to this prison because of the betrayal of a friend" Boim told the newspaper.
"Will you avenge me." Dul Karim did not understand.
"In return, what do you ask for? Just say it," Boim continued. In his heart, Dul Karim so remember the innocent face of the wife, life difficulties and so on. Buty?
"Hm." Dul Karim smiled. It was as if imagining the best possible possibility that he was very unlikely to get right now.
"What can I do Boss?" Canda Dul Karim humbled himself.
"Kill. If you're willing, there'll be my men who take care of everything."
"But how is it possible? We are now..."
"You don't believe in money? You just answer. Ready, or not. Think about it carefully. Your time is not much, don't let your wife be miserable and she will give birth soon no" Boim said as he got up and patted Dul Karim's stocky, jet shoulder.
Dul Karim was left alone with his imagination.
Until the night after, Dul Karim continued to fantasize and gather courage. "When others give a golden opportunity."
The next day Dul Karim went to Boim's boss at the dinner table and, "I'm Ready." Boss Boim smiled proudly.
Not long after that came a lawyer to see Boss Boim. Tomorrow the lawyer appealed with several witnesses including the police who pulled the trigger and somehow, Dul Karim was paroled with bail.
