Love Made In Hong Kong

Part.51's chat. Cold Iron Fires

Povs. Mr. Syaeful

I curse the night of the turn of the year this time. I hate all the shameful things that happened to me. Everything is beyond my will. The night that I had imagined I would go through with full beauty and pleasure but the opposite happened.

Although in all the accusations that the Hong Kong police have accused me of there is absolutely no evidence to corner me but I still have to prepare everything so that I can be free from here as soon as possible.

I'm sorry, but who's to blame but myself. I'm addicted to playing with other women. Even without me wanting to know her background. Who and what he is like in his daily life. All I think about is pleasure and enjoyment.

I'm khilaf. I forgot my obligations and responsibilities towards Tri as my legal wife. I don't even consider it in my life at all. Only by reason for the sake of children can I maintain our marital status. Now I'm sorry. I'm ashamed of myself especially with Tri.

She was the one I made crying repeatedly. He always reminds me to repent but I always ignore him. Never once did I change it. I even became a monster that always made her shed tears. Maybe even until now all his feelings for me no longer exist. Maybe there is no more compassion for me. I admit all this is my fault.

While Lina Wong my mistress who has now ensnared me into a problem that I really do not understand. Narcotics, prostitute what else is the name I am completely blind to such things. I hated it so much and my anger peaked every time I passed the cell he was holding. I'm sick of it, I'm even disgusted to throw up looking at his face. Basic cheater..! I wouldn't sleep and be cold in the cold of iron bars like this if I didn't want to.

***

It's been almost a week so far, no one has come for me. How's my family doing? They all hate me so much because I let them down too much. Or are they busy out there looking for legal counsel and lawyers for me. Or something is stopping them from visiting me.

The boredom of being confined in this holding cell began to mushroom into my brain. I want to get out of here as soon as possible. My mind drifted somewhere. I'm worried about my family. I also worry about the state of the company.

But hearing rumors from the guards that the new disease outbreak is now increasingly widespread. Death as a result is more and more days. Even the government made a mass grave for these covid-19 patients. I shuddered more and more to hear it. And reportedly also out there the situation is getting worse by doing a very tight lock-down. So that the residents can not get out of the house. All activities were halted, food supplies dwindled. And health companies are getting encouraged.

For a moment I thought this could be the reason that there was no visit or visitation for us prisoners. Because before I thought I was the only one who didn't get a visit or a visit but it turns out all the prisoners felt the same way. Maybe this is why our family can't come to see us here.

We prisoners are increasingly being asked to go out breathing the air in the open field and exercising. But our food rations are getting more and more erratic. The more obvious it is. The guards said that the food supply for us was running out while somehow the government would make monthly rations delivery for us these prisoners.

Tonight is a gripping night for us. Because we got word that the Corona or covid-19 outbreak has spread to us prisoners. Because this afternoon there were three people indicated to be infected with this virus. The three men died instantly simultaneously. So gruesome.

And after the three people there were four others who were taken to the detention clinic in the vicinity of the institution where we were detained. And the warden said that they were in.examination.

These pentachites are similar to the flu. Cough, filk, fever and dry throat. The duration of transmission is between seven to fourteen days. That's according to the information from the guards they told us about the prisoners.

But I am still grateful because in the cell where I am being held, I am alone. Not clustered like in other cells. But I must remain vigilant because here no one cares about my circumstances and health other than myself.

The night passed with a chill that made my whole body feel like it was going to freeze. In the morning after a long stretch to take a bath then berantrean again to take breakfast. Then we gathered to exercise until the sun began to rise and the light reflected beautifully on the white snow we were again led into our cells like a bunch of ducks that were driven to enter the cage in the afternoon day.

A little longing for the house can be treated to hear the news delivered by the warden earlier. Although I did not hear the voice of my wife Tri directly, but what was conveyed by the warden was enough to be able to give a little relief for me.

***

Two days after that, I got back on the phone. This time from my daughter Nasha. The warden called me back saying he had another phone call for me.

"Hello." I greet with spirit.

"Yes hello papa." Daughter sahut. How glad my heart is to hear my daughter's voice. I didn't feel my tears either.

"Nasya, how are you, son?" I asked with a little trembling.

"Alhamdulillah Nasya tidings good pa. Papa how are you?" Answer son.

"What's up, son? Why did you call papa." I asked Nasya again.

"There really is nothing pa. Nasya misses papa very much. But it is still forbidden to make a visit pa." Reply daughter.

While just silent and my tears were unceasingly dripping. I could no longer seem to continue my words. I asked Nasya to end the call.

"Papa misses you too, son. Oya already yes Nas, the phone time for papa is up."

"Yes pa. Papa take good care of yourself. Take care of papa's health. Nasya dear papa."

"Yes son. Papa also loves Nasya. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalikumsalam pa."

And finally our conversation ended with a cry that I could no longer bear. There is no shame in my heart. In front of everyone my tears broke.

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