Lutfi Gilang's

3. The Destiny of New Prisoners

8 Hours earlier.

Unlike the past 12 days, this time Herman and his two fellow guestrooms—Ateng and Joseph no longer mocked me. Coincidentally we were on the same block as the adjacent cell, so it was not uncommon for them to act nosy by saying a lot of things to make me cry, whine, ask to go home for the sake of running their bets.

Of course, even if they have never gotten it, and certainly they will not get it. After all, I'm not as loud and dumb as they think. Now, I hope they've given up bothering me, although in reality there is another belief that the three of them will be working on new prisoners, especially those across our block.

In the recumbent position, tired of outsmarting the attendant to hide the books and stationery from checking the impromptu living room, I heard the conversation in the next room.

"So, do you want to bet again tonight?" ask Yusuf.

"Bet a kid next door?" Ateng asked back. "Ah, I'm bored. Maybe that asshole's really mute."

"******!" Herman whining. "Let's bet on someone who just moved. We should welcome him, man. Ha ha ha...."

"Hey boss, don't forget, you still owe me five cigarettes for yesterday's bet." Yusuf.

"Tch! You're exactly a debt collector!"

"Ha ha ha. More piled up if not pricked."

"No need to patronize the Boss," Ateng continued. "he knows how to act a man."

"You said that you just wanted something from me, didn't you?" Herman guess.

"He he he, of course Boss! Nothing is free here."

"How dare you now?!"

"of course! Both of us are the most loyal to you. We should have asked for more, right? He he he...."

"Do you want a bald monkey?"

"I want to hear the screams, and also the cries!" Ateng.

"It looks like it's going to be very entertaining!" Yusuf answered. "How, Boss?"

"I bet a pack of cigarettes for a fat boy there" said Herman, a sign that he had accepted the gambling.

"Hmmm..." murmured Joseph. "I choose .. nine-twelve!"

"That cungkring thing?" Ateng.

"Yes! The Fatty looks more terrible than he does. Anyway, it's now two years two thousand nineteen months. The number is so good!"

"Ha ha ha. You chose him like a lottery number." said Ateng. "How's Boss? You want to change candidates?"

"No."

"Okay, if you're Yusuf?"

"I'm still the same."

"Good, deal!" Ateng exclaimed as if he was the referee who had just started the match.

The first night is the toughest night for any new inmate, that's no doubt. I've been feeling it myself, and I don't need to explain in detail what my first night in prison was like. You've read it in the book before. "The Missing Lovers".

This morning the officers lined up the new prisoners. No one dared to say "Ah" though. If anyone dares to talk, get ready the shoes lars landed on the stomach. Shoes bought by public money. Unfortunately it is used to slap the people themselves.

The soldiers put the new prisoners into the cell and when the bars slammed shut that's when you knew the reality we were facing. Old life is destroyed in the blink of an eye. There was nothing left but time to remember him. Most new residents go almost crazy on their first night. Someone is always crying.

So Ateng's decision to hear a shout and cry was appropriate. But ... Who will cry tonight? And who will win that bet?

"Light off!" shouted one of the officers.

As soon as it was dark, the shadows were not even visible when the weather was cloudy, making the flames of the moon and stars in the gloomy sky fail to shine in a far more miserable place.

I remember my first night here, it only lasted 311 hours, but it felt like a long time ago. That time I managed to get through the night with tears given that I couldn't find Lutfi, given that my work was a mess, given that my friends had misunderstood me who thought I was having an affair, I don't remember about my parents.

All this time, if others were to discuss the parenting chapter, or make musings about the Mother and Father who died, I felt nothing but bored. Even if questions or thoughts arise, it is always like this: "What is the problem if they die? After all, I'm sure both my parents lived a long life. And if it's true that Mamah and my Father are dead, I need to know what caused them to die."

You can judge I have no heart or empathy, but even this I still care about my parents. Whatever they told me I filled it all directly, except for the eating and bathing, the two things I often postponed. And when someone else insulted my parents, I would beat him up without any discussion.

"Hi new boy," The voice from behind the bars across. "new boy!"

There's no response.

"Are you afraid of the dark? Did you miss your mom and dad?" The voice was heard again.

Still no answer.

"Sobby Hi!" He yelled. "Take me," he asked.

Inmates do like to prank new prisoners, and will not stop until they are completely satisfied. And if it is true that they are working on is a fat boy with a bad look, of course, will make Herman win the bet.

"I know you're crying in there. Don't listen to those assholes, okay? This place isn't so bad. Many consider this to be the heaven of the world."

"No! It's hell for me!" The Fatty Voice broke. Foolish treatment by responding to chatter from other prisoners. To me, he seems to have eaten their taps.

"So this is it.." said the previous voice. "I'll make you feel at home."

"I'm going to introduce you to a fun person. And I know one, two faggots here. They must be happy to meet you. Especially your big, white, supple ass."

"Ah, also said his true purpose." said my inner.

"Oh my God!" The fat man started screaming. "My place is not here! I don't want to be here! The guard... Get me out! Tolooong! Keeperaa.." his whine made exclamations and cheers of prisoners rumbling to every corner of the prison.

"We have the champion!" Ateng suddenly exclaimed, echoing Herman's victory after losing a bet 3 times in a row.

"I want to go home!" The Fatty was still whining without anyone caring about him.

"Zinc!" gerutu Yusuf's. "Basar the Fat Shucks! You're making me owe the boss a pack of cigarettes!"

"Ha ha ha, that's the result.. You still have to pay!" timpal Herman's.

"Tch!"

"The Fat! Fatty Guy! Fatty Guy!" cheers rumbled like a football supporter or a teenage boy watching a concert. Rhythm and likeness.

The fat guy's getting hysterical. His sobs filled the vacuum of this rutan, further enlivening the first night of new prisoners. "My place is not here! I want to do....!!!"

As soon as the lights came back on, then I saw the officers start coming in. The iron ringing that tonfa was pounding echoed and went into my ear hole.

"Shut up!" the clasping sound of officers blaring like lightning was splitting the sky. Eliminate all sounds instantly and only the Fatty who was still screaming wanted to go home.

"What's your problem, Fatty?!" the officer grumbled with teeth.

"I beg you. I'm not supposed to be here." he whined for mercy.

"I won't count to three, let alone one. And you must be quiet right now! Do you want your skull cracked, asshole?!" threatening officer.

"No, no. I beg. I don't deserve to be here. They tricked me. I beg!" The Fatty is still clear, but I am sure it will not affect anything to the officer especially the Chief Officer who has now faced him. He, was the most sadistic person here, more ruthless than the criminal himself.

"Shut up, man!" whispered the man who was in custody with him.

"No! I beg you. You must trust me!" He's still bidding.

"Open the seal!" The Chief Officer exclaimed to rule.

With another officer swiftly came and made the padlock back together with the key. Then, the Chief Officer's hand grabbed the Fatty's hand quickly, pulling him out of the living room.

"I'm not giving you a second chance!" The Chief Guard was still shouting.

The prisoner thrashed and battered. His face was filled with water coming out from his eyes, nose, and pale mouth. Kneel, ask for forgiveness and help to the officer to release him immediately, and catch the real criminals, who were present at the plenary session of the Indonesian House of Representatives at the DPR RI building, Senayan, Jakarta.

"She. Weepy! Bullshits! Domestic cooperation alone is not flawed, it just continues to benefit China!" assume the Fatty before finally the head he was hit by the Chief Officer using a security guard hitter very hard. So hard to make the man sprawled kiss the floor that somehow last time swept and dipel. Then, blood flowed from his torn scalp.

"What do you want to do now, boss?" Ateng swept in the middle of the noise.

"I bet he's dead" replied Herman.

"Basic jerk! He still took that moment to gamble." My heart cursed. Very upset with his inhumane attitude. Exceeding the treatment of the Chief Officer to the new inmate. But, myself, I can't do much. I really didn't want to have any trouble with the support against the officers so my sentence was extended, making me just spend my free time here. More definitely, getting out of this place as much as possible to find Lutfi, again, is my priority.

"Bring the Fatty One to the clinic!" word of the Chief Officer to his subordinates. "If there's any more noise tonight, I swear to God .. I'll send you all to the clinic!" his shout made our guts shrink, the more dare not give resistance to him.

Instantly the lights went out again after the officers dragged the Fatty to the clinic and let his fresh blood pool there. More and more give disgusting perfume to this room. Mixed together the smell of human feces, rats, cockroaches, and helplessness.

"He must be dead" whispered Herman.

"So you still want a bet, boss?" Ateng.

"Ha ha ha. It is certain that he will not survive such a deep wound." Yusuf answered. "I also bet that he's dead. Or maybe he almost survived but eventually died too because the homo who served tonight would molest the Fatty. Ha ha ha...."

"Slow down your voice, you son of a bitch!" gertak Herman's. "I don't want to deal with that country's brew."

"Sorry boss" said Yusuf.

"So, is it me?" Ateng asked in the same soft tone. "Of course I bet that he's alive. He he he...."

"Well, it looks like for this we can't bet, boss." said Joseph.

"Well how else? Never mind, it's time to go to bed. We have to get up gasik tomorrow. Or the country brewpub will send us to the clinic." said Herman commanding his men.

"Ready, Boss!" answer both his men compact.

"Don't forget your debt Joseph!" said Herman. "Ha ha ha. I finally won tonight."

"Unfortunately we've cut ten sticks to pay your debt, boss. He he he.." ledek Yusuf.

"Basic, Fuck!"

"Ha ha ha...."

It all came back to the way it was, as if that terrible event had never happened. And that is the fate of new prisoners like the Fat One. I prayed for him at once for myself: "May God save the lives that deserve to be saved, and may Allah reward those who need to be taught a lesson. Aamiin's."

I went back to my bed. Trying to recall my main goal. "I have to survive here, in order to quickly get out to find Lutfi, again. I've got to make an effort. Wait for me, baby." Cupping eyes. I tried to sleep.