Dusk At Ufuk Malacca

Chapter 15

Today it is Saro and I scheduled to attend the trial in Putra Jaya. We will be accompanied by Rini later. I asked my boss for a moment's permission. Every effort I have prepared so that there will be no mistakes later including giving the same answer as yesterday. Saro was only a witness so later he just agreed to what I said.

I met the boss and his friends. They put their palms together in front of his chest a sign they wanted to apologize to me. My heart wanted to forgive, I don't know if suddenly there was any pity for them. Apparently Rini quickly realized my feelings, she gave me direction so that my answer would not change later and declared to forgive them in front of the judge.

We arrived at the court. Cold sweat has started to pour. The trial began. I became a little tense even my legs had started to tremble. A few questions were asked and I answered in reality without anything changing from the previous answer.

The trial went well. Thankfully Saro can answer smoothly, ahh .. apparently my best friend can speak Indonesian well. I'm so proud of him.

The trial is over, thank God .. we won the trial. Rini's sister smiled happily because her efforts succeeded. The boss and his friends are officially detained, they look bowed listlessly to hear the judge's verdict.

We also went home. It seems to have entered Dhuhur time. Saro and I bid farewell to the small Musholla beside the parking lot while Kak Rini was absent. We began to be confused because there was no pulpit to determine the direction of the Qibla and also no one to pray. Finally facing who we think is right.

In the second rakaat I became not solemn', it seems that many are paying attention to our prayers. I deliberately accelerated because I thought something was strange. Boabboo, it turns out we pray facing east because we are opposite to the others.

Saro and I ran towards the parking lot. It was very embarrassed to feel, it was appropriate to hear someone giggling even some half whispering with others. We told Rini and made her laugh out loud.

The car then drove towards the embassy. Time and time again I was amazed to see the scenery around, the streets looked very clean. Saro and I were amazed to see the Twin Tower or Petronas even from a distance. I don't know .. when can I set foot there. I wonder what's inside.

***

This morning I went back to work. I don't feel like I've had 3 months in bandage in the Task Force. I love the sorrow I have felt during work but never dampen my spirit. There are many things that make me smile with pride.

Exactly at 9 am the Embassy is very busy, apparently will be the arrival of an important guest, Mr. Ir. Joko Widodo is the Governor of Jakarta. Although unable to see directly, but there is a sense of pride in itself to see it from a distance.

He also held Friday prayers in the Embassy Hall. Many are scrambling to shake hands and do not forget to capture it. But alas, he did not have time to visit the Shelter because the time was very limited so I lost this special opportunity.

I went back to the previously delayed work. Some files I've been preparing to ask for signatures. I excitedly climbed the stairs to the room

Tops.

It doesn't feel like it's late afternoon. Many of the staff have gone home and no one is waiting. I cleaned the room and didn't forget to lock it. I went back to the shelter.

***

This morning there is shocking news, Saro will soon be repatriated to Indonesia. Tomorrow morning, Saro and the Shelter chairman will take care of COM. He looks very happy because he will soon meet his family. I can only shed tears because my name is not on the list.

Suddenly I was called Consular Staff. How happy I hope to be returned too. But fate said otherwise, I was assigned to become the Shelter's chairman and my job was replaced with another friend.

I try to understand all the tasks given including getting additional shopping tasks all the needs of the shelter in the wholesale market. It is good to be able to breathe the outside air later.

***

This morning I officially replaced the old chairman of the Shelter. Everything I do with all my heart. During the day I had to go back and forth between the shelter and the office. It can reduce the fat deposits in my body.

It's not as easy as turning the palm. Especially having to face a lot of people. In the shelter there are various tribes and even a variety of behavior.

Some are experiencing psychiatric disorders, sick people, pregnant and even bring their children. Not to forget there are also those who pretend to have psychiatric disorders so that they can be quickly returned.

But there are also some that from the employer experience psychiatric disorders to the shelter can improve slightly. Thank God I have a way to recover it a little.

Conflicts also sometimes arise in our midst, such as misunderstandings words and behavior that cause a commotion. Not infrequently there are also those who fight each other. I am also human, often my emotions run high so I punish both of them and I often scold them. I don't know, maybe because of the effects of fatigue and pressure too.

***

At midnight, my gawa rang so loud. I intentionally hardened the ring volume so that I could wake up more easily when there was an incoming call. Apparently the security guy called. In front was a man who came asking for protection to the Embassy.

Looks like a middle-aged woman. He managed to escape from his employer because of severe torture. Thankfully, someone helped her and took her to the embassy.

His right ear was gone and the left was left with little left. Both of her net petals were blackened scars even after I examined her entire body unconsciously I shed tears.

She recounted that both of her breasts had been in the employer's dispute. His entire body had several punch marks as well. I also asked the cause of the employer to do that, it was not much different from my experience.

Immediately I told her to go into the room I had shown her and I went back to my bed. Not yet I managed to close my eyes, my gaze rang again. There are more people coming. Despite being heavily sleepy, I rushed back to the Security post.

A young woman with only the curves of her bones was seen sitting in a wheelchair. He can't show his identity, not even speak a word. It seems like someone deliberately threw it away.

From his body, he smelled a bad smell and managed to make me nauseous. After I checked, Oh Allah .. There is a vital part that has an infection and even pus and blood. I brought him in and woke up the head of room 4 to prepare a special mattress for the sick.

I ran to the warehouse to retrieve the adult Diapers so that the others could take care without feeling disgusted. Do not forget also I brought fragrances so that the smell is slightly reduced.

It didn't feel like 3 in the morning. I went back to my room for a short break. I closed my eyes for 30 minutes. But my ears heard the door knock someone, it looks like my friend who got the cooking picket is already standing in front of the door.

I headed to the stock kitchen warehouse to prepare cooking ingredients for breakfast and lunch. After that I prepared some data shelter reports to report to the relevant Staff.