Doctor Naura

Chapter 39 Sit in Your Own Seat

At ten in the morning, in the covid-19 pandemic season. The handsome man came to Taman Sari police station. The atmosphere of the office was still quiet, at the front desk there were only three guard officers while chatting with fun. Two people were sitting on a high iron chair like the usual chairs in cafes. Only one person was sitting in a regular chair, he was facing a laptop and one printer on which was a ream of blank paper. On the table was a large guest book with one pen tucked inside.

"Good morning, excuse me sir. I'd like to see the Chief of Police?" The man spoke kindly. He was invited to sit down by one of the officers who immediately stopped from his chat. He steadied the chair that had just been twisted around while chatting.

"Sorry sir, what is the need? What's his name, sir?" An officer named Budiman opened the guest book, took out a pen and began writing.

"Zamy. I just want to meet the Chief. Mr Ervan is there?" Hearing the man say his name, the three looked at each other and nodded.

"Owh this is the famous doctor. Wait yes sir. We'll face the leader for a moment." Mr. Budiman immediately entered the room inside. Zamy waited while standing with both hands into his pocket. He read large banners containing slogans of advice and police service. A few minutes later, Mr. Budiman came closer to Zamy standing up. Mr. Budiman let in.

"Okay sir, we are waiting for our leader in his room. Let me take you." Mr. Budiman spoke to Zamy kindly. Zamy then followed the police-dressed Budiman with his hands rolled up. Zamy guessed at the heart of what rank this Mr. Budiman.

"How can Irwan be so fast free?" Zamy asked Budiman while walking. Mr. Budiman immediately turned and nodded.

"Sorry doctor, not my capacity to explain. Please see the commander later." Zamy. Sure enough, his wife didn't look wrong yesterday afternoon. You see, he also witnessed Irwan still in serious service clothes talking to his grandmother Annisa. But not wanting to be a burden on his wife's mind he pretended not to see.

"Tok tok!"

"For Commanders. I'm coming with a guest." Mr. Budiman knocked on the door of a room with the inscription on the front door, Kapolsek on the bottom line and there is the name AKBP Ervan Tarmudi, S.I.K.

"Please go in, doctor." Sounds from inside the room.

"Please enter sir. Please let me go back to the picket table." Mr. Budiman left Zamy who entered the Taman Sari police station.

"Thank you."

"Ah newlyweds, how are you, doctor,?" Mr. Ervan was stale while standing up and allowed Zamy to sit on the chair across from his desk.

"Fine Mr. Ervan alhamdulillah. You also seem to be in good health, right?" Zamy answered.

"Yaaa.., this is how sir. Just grateful. 'Bay de wey', what's the matter here, doctor? Any issues?" Mr. Ervan still seems so friendly. He sat up straight with both elbows pressed against the workbench. His hand on the chin.

"I'm straight to the point sir. I just want to ask for confirmation. Since when and how can Irwan be free?"

"Are you free?" Mr. Ervan looked surprised. Zamy wouldn't want to be fooled with a cheap expression.

"Mother really doesn't know? Or pretend not to know? Yesterday I saw it in the ramadan market in front of the Jamik mosque. No way once we finish making the complaint, Irwan is released." Zamy held back his emotions. Mr. Ervan was silent. He looked at the table while putting both hands together in front of the stomach.

"Sir Ervan, I am indeed only a doctor whose main task is as an extension of the hand of God to help the healing of the sick. But beyond that, we are a people who need legal transparency and justice. Why did it happen?" Mr. Ervan is still silent.

"Say sir, why just shut up. I came alone to confirm the matter. Don't let me come with dozens of reporters." Mr. Ervan sat upright for a moment as Zamy mentioned the word reporter.

"Please, doctor. Let's not involve journalists in solving this problem. Emm.... Actually, it's only been a minute. I got a message from Mr. Kapolda to let Irwan unpretentious and fast with family. After that he'll stay in the cell while waiting for legal proceedings." Mr. Ervan holds Zamy's hand. Slowly Zamy pulled him up and sat up straight in his chair.

"Mr don't lie sir. If only let Irwan a day with the family for reasons like you explained, there is no way he is in official clothes. If he is dressed, it means that he is active. How could a kidnapper who almost committed murder not be touched by the law at all? If this is how we can solve it without a journalist?" Zamy tried to explain patiently. Mr. Ervan just kept quiet and took a deep breath.

"Look sir, today I received my father's report verbally. Indeed, the case of complaints of father and wife kemadin, entered the category of difficult cases, so the case will usually be handled at the level of the Police. We promise you, Irwan will be sanctioned for what he has done."

"It's hard to believe, sir. I'm sorry if I come here tomorrow with a city reporter. Excuse me" Zamy stood up because he was dissatisfied with Mr. Ervan's answer.

"Sit down first, doctor. Don't hurry, we'll all get in trouble. Actually, how to explain it. That's ummm.... Mr. Irwan, his nephew Mr. Karo. SDM Polda Babel's. Irwan's mother is his sister Pak Rasdi, yaaa." Mr. Ervan somewhat stammeredly explained. Zamy smile.

"Thank you for the information sir. I want to go straight to anyone who's trying to intimidate the law." Without fear Zamy said goodbye and walked in haste will go to the office of the Babylonian Police.

"Sir Zamy, please sir, don't let us have any problems. Let me explain this to Mr. Rasdi." Mr. Ervan speaks loudly. But Zamy did not answer. He still left the confused Taman Sari police station. Zami then left. While Mr. Ervan took out his phone and immediately called someone.

***

Setangah hours on the journey of Zamy to the Babylonian Police. Zamy again met two policemen who were picketed in front of the first room.

"Good day sir. Can we help you?" A policewoman asked kindly while smiling.

"I want to meet Mr. Karo. HR, Mr. Rasdi bu." Zamy replied firmly.

"What does he mean by coming, sir?" The police officer asked again.

"Yes meet Rasdi." Zamy answered briefly. The two policemen looked at him and smiled.

"We mean, the problem that will roughly be discussed with Mr. Rasdi, I see." The police officer again spoke with a description of his hands.

"Oohh.... Have you made an appointment with your father?" The police officer asked again.

"Not yet." Zamy answered.

"Wait a minute, sir, we confirm to him. He just came from South Bangka. Maybe still tired." So the policewomen went to the glass door and entered the room. Zamy sat on the service plastic chair. Two minutes waiting finally he was taken into the Commitment room of the Human Resources Bureau of the Babel Police. Once there he is welcome to sit on the living room sofa. Zamy glanced at the spacious room. It appears that a flat screen tivi attached to the wall is broadcasting a corona case. A gallon and a one-door refrigerator stand near the entrance. The large cupboard stood gallantly containing hundreds of thick-thick and neat books. On it was a pot.

"Hello, doctor. Sorry for waiting a long time. I changed clothes, just got home from Toboali." Mr. Rasdi sat in front of Zamy wiping his sweaty face.

"Sorry sir if it bothers me."

"It's okay. This is a state office, this country belongs to the people of hehehe.... What's the need?" Mr. Rasdi laughed forcedly.

"I don't know where to start sir. I know you must know my problem with your niece."

"meaning? Frankincense?" Mr. Rasdi was confused.

"The incident of kidnapping my brother-in-law with the real target of my wife yesterday by Irwan has been my complaint in the Taman Sari police station. But...."

"Oh that thing. Yes.., look at it.., actually Irwan is a good boy. It seems impossible for him to do that. Well the evidence isn't very strong either if he's the mastermind."

"Not strong how? His witness of life exists. The evidence of the recording of the conversation exists." Bang Zamy's getting uncomfortable.

"Which conversation?" Mr. Rasdi casually asked.

"It's in hape Irwan."

"Nothing, not the slightest bit of conversation leads to abduction. We've been browsing the phone." Mr. Rasdi still casually replied.

"Lucky I have a smart wife sir. Before the phone was given to Mr. Ervan, all the important data, the name-calling conversations were already on us. If the police cannot solve this problem. Let me upload everything on social media."

"Hey what do you mean sir? You can even be prosecuted for retrieving data without permission. That's against the law." Mr. Rasdi spoke with threatening words.

"What about the commandments to kill? Is that allowed?" Zamy emotion.

"Hehehe.., son Zamy just focus on your profession, don't get involved with legal matters." Mr. Rasdi chuckled small.

"If it had nothing to do with us, we would never have gotten into this matter." Zamy spoke again.

"ah! I'm a little tired now, doctor. Forget it, make peace better, forgive each other in the good month very great reward." Mr. Rasdi made a false sleepiness. He pretended to yawn a few times.

"I'm sorry sir, don't try to advise me on the issue of forgiveness. I just want justice. My wife and I almost died because of irresponsible people. But yesterday afternoon I saw him in uniform again. It means he is actively working again. So what does our report mean? What do these jargons mean?" Zamy started to get emotional. Mr. Rasdi stood up and left Zamy who was still sitting on the guest sofa.

"Sir Rasdi? Do you know my real father's name?" Zamy spoke while opening the phone. Mr. Rasdi smiled.

"What's the need to know your family history."

"I feel the need to know Irwan's family history because of this case. His mother's father's brother. That's why you can arbitrarily process rules and laws to set him free."

"What's the problem, doctor? If it can help, why not? Who would have the heart to see a younger sibling cry sobbing sedan because of it. Are you the heart? If you're in my position, you'll do it too." Mr. Rasdi answered the pongah.

"Pak Rasdi, my father Rey Fardan, his work in Mentok Bangka Barat, is only a branch head of one of the largest SOE banks in Indonesia."

"I don't need your family's information."

"Maybe you need your brother's information. He's Roy Fardan, and you know him."

"Everyone can claim to be anyone's brother as he wishes."

"Maybe you want a short video call as proof. I have activated the video." Zamy showed someone's face on the screen in a video call with him. Seemed a friendly smiling sumringah of a Three Star General. He is Wakapolri, Commissioner General of Police. Roy Fardan's.

"Hello nak Zamy.., hahaiii newlyweds, congratulations son. Sorry I can't make it to a season like this. When you get married again in Bali, there is an agenda with the Bali Police Department."

"It's okay." Zamy answered. While Mr. Rasdi cupped both hands to beg Zamy not to talk about the case he was facing. After about four minutes of talking to Pak Wakapolri, his father's older brother, Zamy, turned off his phone and approached Rasdi.

"Remember sir, the tiger does not sometimes show its fangs, but when disturbed, it will tear your body. Immediately legal process in accordance with the law that applies Irwan. Or you won't be sitting comfortably in this chair anymore. Mr. Rasdi, sit in your own chair. Do not sit in someone else's chair. The law does not slash. Remember sir, my father's name is Rey Fardan, and I already know what our Wakapolri's name is."

"Yes Zamy sir, yes sir. Simply done in us yes sir the problem, I promise I will return Irwan as it should." Mr. Rasdi said not as arrogant as before. There was a bitter tone in the intonation of his voice. Zamy passed by, coming home with a happy heart. The tiger is fighting.... Although his voice did not roar loudly, he did not mean toothless.