Exchange Myself for Justice

Demands

Upon arrival, I stared at the faces of the killers of my parents behind the bars. My body trembled when I found out that the brains of the murder were the greedy Mahendra.

I looked at their faces one by one, my hands clenched tightly, wanting to feel like I was hitting that human-hearted face of ib lis.

"What do you want to say, huh? Just tell me, you want to curse me? You want to swear at me. Haha... Justdoit! Both parents will not live again!" the man who was the brains of the murder.

My heart really hurt to hear it. My lips were shaking, my tears were falling without me asking. "Bren gsek you're Mahendra!"

"Awh! Let go of the crazy woman!" The man shrieked as my hand pulled his hair with all its might from the crack of the iron bars.

"Sir Zahira, release Ma'am!" said my law enforcement officer took my hand.

"Mother Zahira, get off! What are you doing!" said the prison guard.

I'll release immediately. It feels like my heart is not satisfied just pulling her hair with all my strength.

"Listen Mahendra! You do have everything. I swear to myself for the sake of my late parents, I'll make sure you die too. Catch that!" I screamed before leaving the prisoner.

One week later, it was time for the trial to open, to prosecute the murder of my parents. Two days of trial were held, and today I was a witness at the trial.

The judge and the prosecutor searched me with all the questions I knew about the case. From the dispute between Mahendra and my parents to the murder.

I answered with what I saw and what I heard myself. The beginning of the trial went according to what we wanted. Prosecutors and judges also tried to weigh fairly in on the case.

Now comes the time for the public prosecutor to bring charges against the five defendants.

My lawyers and I sat in the courtroom to witness the prosecution's charges against those ruthless murderers.

"We are the public prosecutor in the case of defendant Mahendra Husni. By observing the relevant laws. Demanding that the X state court judge, who examined and tried the case on behalf of Mahendra Husni, decide, 1, declaring defendant Mahendra Husni to have been validly and convincingly convicted of committing the act of premeditated murder together, in violation of article thirty.we demand the conviction of 15 years in prison!"

Instantly my weak body was helpless when I heard the prosecutor's demands. Immediately I stood up and walked towards the table where the prosecutors were still sitting.

"What charges did you give them, sir? Are you not saying that they have been proven lawfully and convincingly guilty, and you are also saying they are violating chapter three and forty! What kind of a demand is this!" I shouted in the courtroom.

Me and my lawyers are really hurt by this justice. I looked at the prosecutors, none of them gave me an explanation.

"Brother! Hope you calm down!" snarled the presiding judge at me. I highlighted the young chief judge who presided over this trial. The man also did not lose to highlight me very sharply.

"I cannot be silent if this justice hurts my feelings! If the prosecutor demands that it is not in accordance with the existing article, then I hope that your highness judge can give justice to both my deceased parents!" I cried before leaving the courtroom.

I left the state courthouse, and advised my lawyers to find out what was behind the prosecution's claims.

When I got home, I immediately went into the room. I shed all the cries that I had been holding back. I roared again while enduring the intense pain in the chunks of meat I had called my heart.

"O Allah, why do you not allow them to be punished accordingly. Why are you still testing my patience? I cannot wait for this, Rabb. Forgive me!"

I cried while complaining to my Lord for my pain and disappointment. When I was still crying. Cellphone's ringing. It turned out that my lawyer was contacting.

"Hello Mbak Zahira, I have been informed why the prosecutor demanded lighter. Prosecutors and judges were given brown envelopes. Because I've found out from my intelligence that Mahendra has sold tens of hectares of his palm oil, and there is proof of transfer to them."

"What should we do, sir?" I asked with a witty. My tears just shed. If there's money in power, then there's nothing I can do. Because I don't have the money to pay the prosecutors and the judges, which must be bigger than the criminals.

I could only cry hysterically. I don't know how long I cried so much that I forgot everything, even I didn't eat and drink all day.

***

I observed the identity of my twin who was still addressable in our old residence. I set my heart to make this decision. Yeah, I know this was a very bad decision. But I have to do it on my oath that will get those murderers punished accordingly.

This morning I called my attorney to meet him. We met to discuss the matter last night. Feeling that they have not found a way, even though two days later the court ruling will be handed down.

"Sir, do you have the name card of the presiding judge presiding over the trial?" ask me to vent.

"So, Ma'am, what's it for?" ask my lawyer named Andre.

"Give it to me, sir. I'll try to meet him. May his heart be open and so that he is not affected by the bribe," I said, acting accordingly.

"Alright, here's his business card."

"Do you know where he's staying?" ask me again trying to pry information about the man who will determine the decision.

"He's staying at the xxx hotel."

"Alright, then I'll go home first, sir. Let me know if there's any new information."

"Good, Ma'am."

After I got what I needed, I went back to my house. In this room I sat daydreaming by myself. I looked at the name card of the presiding judge named. Zico Hamdi's.

That man is the youngest judge I have ever met, his career is also good. At the age of just 31 years, he can already be the chief judge in deciding the case.

At first I tried to reach him by phone, hoping that he would be generous and talk to me.

"Hello, who is this?" the tananya is across there

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Hakim, this is my son the victim of the case you are handling," I replied trying to remain friendly.

"Why did you contact me?"

" I'm sorry, sir, can we meet and talk for a minute?"

"No! I don't have time to talk to you. Don't ever call me again!"

Connection interrupted. I breathed deeply. I looked around the room. Back to my memories of my parents. What if they don't get justice, my heart is not willing.

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