Exchange Myself for Justice

Beginnings

I cried hysterically when I heard the lawsuits filed by the public prosecutor for the murder of my parents. They are only demanded much less than they should be, namely death or life sentences.

I got word from my lawyers that they had been bought by the power that Mr. Mahendra had. My crying is breaking. I'm just an orphan girl trying to find justice for both of my parents. But I didn't get it. What is my day that does not have the power and strength to fight against a gang of ruthless mafia who have the money.

Long time I cried alone, honestly I really do not want if they were only given a light punishment, and maybe after that they will soon be free.

I don't know why I can't sleep tonight. I have repeatedly changed my sleeping position to seek comfort in order to immediately be in the dream. Looks like the prosecutor's demands were the one that got me into insomnia.

I opened the drawer and looked for the thing that I hoped there was something that could help me. I found my twin's wallet, which had been dead for a year from a heart condition she suffered.

For a moment my brain was thinking and coming up with an idea I thought was pretty crazy and abnormal. However, only that could help me to get justice for my two dead parents who were brutally murdered.

Yes, my father and mother were religious figures who spread kindness, he cared deeply about each other. The father who has several hectares of oil palm plantations, he gave salaries to his employees in accordance with their work.

Dad knew rough work wasn't easy, so dad was keeping a balanced paycheck with their job. According to Father and Mother, the great advantage is not that they hope that the important thing is that he can help others, so God will facilitate all our affairs.

That's where the conflict began to occur, Mahendra a famous man with greed, The man really loves the world, as if he can not distinguish halal and haram. He came very angry to my father.

"Hey, ustadz Ali! You are masked! How dare you attract workers in my garden. Do you want to find me because of me!" the thick-moustached man snapped at Dad.

"Astaghfirullah, what are you talking about Hendra? I didn't pull them. But they themselves came asking for work. Don't be this emotional, come on, let's sit down." Dad's still being nice, never retaliating with anger.

"Well! Not necessary! I came here to make it clear to you. I'm asking you to get them back to work in my garden, if you don't see what I can do with you and your family!" threaten the man with a burning rage. Mom and I heard very scared.

"Oh, don't think about it. Maybe he's in trouble" Dad told us.

"But, Dad, the threat is no joke. I was afraid she would do something bad. Better just follow his wishes. Just stop them," said I want you to fire former Mahendra worker who now works in our garden.

"Don't, Mom, pity them. His children are small. Never mind, we leave everything to God."

Mom and I can't talk anymore. As Dad said. We only pray every prostration to be always in the protection of Allah.

A week passed. I have returned to the city where I studied. Today is the thesis hearing, I must focus on all the exams and questions that will be given by the examiner Lecturer, and also my guidance lecturer.

When I arrived at the college, I was about to attend the hearing. Suddenly the vibration of my phone vibrated. I immediately received the call.

Instantly my world collapsed and my tears fell apart. I sat weakly in the courtyard in front of my campus.

"Zahira, what's going on?" ask Dina my college friend.

"Din, A-dad and my mother died, because they were killed. Hix.. Hix... Hu hu ..." My tears broke in my best friend's arms.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi Raji. Zahira you must be patient and strong huh."

I left that important moment. I immediately went back to my parents' house. Upon arrival, I saw the house was already in a crowd of local residents, and I also saw several journalists from the print media to cover the incident.

my steps trembled as I wanted to set foot inside. The police were conducting the TKP, and the bodies of my parents were immediately taken to the hospital for an autopsy.

I roared like a madman. The shar'i clothes I was wearing were dirty with mud stains in my yard, because it rained suddenly, as if the world knew that I was grieving for the loss of my parents.

"Tidaaakk! Who would dare to kill my father and mother?! Why they are so. What is my parents' fault?! Hix... Hicks."

"Already, Son. Patience, istighfar. Nduk" said our neighbors. Yes, we were just overseas, Father and Mother did not have any relatives, because all the families threw away the mother because my mother became a convert when she married my father who was famous religiously.

I still dissolve in tears. My heart was completely broken, my grip and backrest had been lost, as if I had lost my life's purpose because there was no longer anyone I loved in this world.

"Sorry, are you the son of both victims?" ask a cop who's working on this murder case.

"Yes, Sir. I'm their daughter" I replied, wiping away tears and trying to toughen up.

"Well, then let's come with us to the police station for us to testify."

"Good, sir." I immediately went to the police station to testify.

When the police were asking me everything I knew, and whether my father and mother had enemies or had ever had a problem with someone. Suddenly my memory was on Mahendra. Yeah, only he came at that time threatening my father and mother.

I told the investigator everything, by getting information from me, making it easier for the police to investigate this murder case. Not waiting long, that day the murderers were also arrested and thrown in prison.

I immediately sought legal counsel to accompany me in seeking justice for my late parents. I moved quickly, not having to think much longer. I sold my parents' oil palm plantation, because the savings we had were not enough to hire a lawyer.

Three days after the incident, and now I have the power of law. I went back to the Bareskrim prisoners to meet the lak nat Man who had dared to take the lives of my two parents who I loved so much.

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