Jakarta In Today

DAYLIGHT AS USUAL

Today's day is running as usual, always intimidated by the smoke of vehicles that continue to emit carbon monoxide with arrogance, or even the sound of car horns sandwiched between truckloads of feces in between traffic jams in Jakarta.

In addition to the hot atmosphere and the smell of sweat porters of road construction, it is a tremendous tribulation for humans. It never stops or it never decreases.

It's just that for one incident that makes daylight this stressful, a police car is not expected to park in front of the airport.

A group of people around who are unemployed, because they do not have a job and just sit while playing the gaple, are now coming and watching the action this afternoon.

Although crime is common in Jakarta, there is no need to wait once a week to see the police coming with sirens, every day the policemen were preoccupied by various kinds of chaotic human actions.

Whether about bank theft, home robbery, murder due to debt, the collision of a sedan car with a stool car, motorbike vane, bicycle vane, sandal maling or even a boyfriend maling, he said, every time there is always a reason that makes the police have to go back and forth to take care of human behavior that has been chaotic.

But for the Soldier now, this was a strange thing because in his village only once, he saw the police coming, he said, it was also because a young man who was known to steal his neighbor's chicken and treat indecent as a result of the owner knowing his actions and there was a fight.

Because the perpetrator still did not admit to the act, finally the police intervened to make the suspect speak up, the reason is simple is love at first sight, what an incident that made the police only scratch on his bald head, fortunately, all ended peacefully and the Soldier knew who the mastermind was

But in this place is different, as long as there is no end to the commotion between Jakarta police villages rarely take action, if it is a trivial matter about chicken theft or even the sendal of mosque worshipers.

Soldiers and Namro who had just come to the airport were curious about this incident, breaking through the crowd of unemployed humans who wanted to know the affairs of others.

They are squeezed tightly with the feeling of anxiety mixed with the smell of sweat of people who have not bathed from last night because the pump water does not come out.

Now the Soldiers can see every important member like Warju and Abah Jamroji face to face with a stormy policeman complete with a calm face.

Soldiers were nervous when they saw the tension in the meeting room, gave an envelope and read by Warju with wrinkled eyes that were eaten by age.

But to the astonishment of the Soldier and the rest of the members inside, Warju suddenly stood up with a face like saying 'This is impossible '.

That's what Askar saw from the eyes of people who had felt black mud from Jakarta all his life.

"This is the evidence we found, hidden under an indoor desk drawer."

"There's no way that I and all my men have done anything evil." Deny Warju firmly.

Strong fists held back emotions, getting louder until his eyes glazed over.

"But you can't dodge it, sir, we're going to arrest you for drug smuggling." The more clearly the soldiers heard the words of the father poisi moustached thick like moss that perched on the lips.

"Wait a minute, I can't allow this, I as his father and don't accept the charges that the police father wants ." Abah Jamroji firmly slammed his hands on the table.

"But the evidence is in plain sight, and from the report we have received it is clear ." Reply Mr. Poisi who was slightly shaking when he saw the angry face of Mr. Jamroji.

"Who has reported this, why does he know, and we here have never once sold the drugs ." The anger of Mr. Jamroji is like it has reached ubun-ubun.

Eyes that look around, like wanting to cram whole durian into the mouth of someone who slanders his family, like,

"The whistleblower wants to be kept secret, so we can't tell who the whistleblower is, but we'll investigate, whoever is wrong or right will be seen later after the investigation, but now Mr. Warjulah is the suspect ." The answer of Mr. Police who tried to calm down even though his hands were still trembling in fear when he looked into the eyes and codet of Mr. Jamroji.

Soldiers can feel fear in the eyes of Warju, fear is not because of prison or punishment that is clearly not done by him, he said, Warju fear of his own emotions can make him not believe in all friends in the society.

Even so the Soldier himself knew how strongly he was holding back.

"If that is the case, let me be caught, as long as I don't involve all the members in this place ."The words came out of a trembling mouth.

The Warju believe all the friends walking together in this place will never do anything as misleading as the police charge.

He did not accuse anyone, eyes that were just looking down, fists were weakly unraveled with all emotions held back in the heart.

The old man who was fighting for the dignity of all the nomads could only be bowed as the members eyes stared disappointedly at him, his pride he threw away to save all the members who had become brothers and sisters in this city.

Walking with his face down, warju could only show an angry and resigned expression.

"But Sir..." Soldiers tried to scream to stop the police from taking Warju.

Soldier tried to say something but my hands were shaking, he was scared, his voice could not come out to talk. It was like a jackfruit seed stuck in his throat and it suffocated him.

Now the soldier could only be silent, he stood in front of the line of mortals who looked disappointed with accusatory eyes.

The Warju walked over, standing right in front of the Soldier, the brown-veined hand patting his shoulder, a smile from the old man filled with a strong determination, but the Warju smile made the Soldier's soul faint, pain is not play.

Warju whispered and said.

"Thank you, son, for believing in me ." That's what the warju whispered.

The soldier could only see the police taking Warju away, he thought how despicable he was and could not defend a family.

Warju was the one who had helped them, but for Warju, he only wanted to be trusted, even if it was just one person.