On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

Meet With Fariza

For almost two weeks I have enjoyed nature in prison, the stifling feelings I have defeated with an incredible victory. Now, I've gotten used to eating that disgusting food, and I've started to know what a free day means. Although no one will come to see me at least I can warm my body from the great light from the sky.

That day that I don't know what day and date, the two cops who cheated me and defamed me came back. For me, every time they come, someone will meet me. At first they came to say two journalists were going to wonder about the murder, so I had to answer as they wanted. After that the next day, before the chief of police came to my cell, they also met me first. When the police chief came into my room, he was not alone, he was guarded by several policemen with full armaments.

I was sitting in a chair. My hands and feet were already handcuffed, even if I planned to escape, it was certain that hot lead floated back to my feet. Many questions he asked me, every time a different answer so many times the shoe-lined foot hit me in the stomach. I pointed at the two cops, but they called a canned witness. I was helpless, since that day, I was sentenced to life imprisonment or a fine of Rp 65,000,000. I can say, they punished me not by rules and laws but by grudges that came out of nowhere.

The two policemen were already standing in front of me, their arrival was not something scary anymore.

"Who will come?" I asked them with courage.

"You have memorized, yes just consider it my thanks, if your kindness I repay with kindness as well. It means this if anyone makes a meeting schedule with you then before they come I have told you first. I'm fine, so don't mention me again ********."

They left, the sentence he left behind is still the same as the previous sentences, that I was the one who did the murder.

Not long after a policeman took me to the meeting room.When I was about to arrive, from the side I saw two men who were no strangers to me.

"Andrian, Anu," the face I put on was still a little unconvinced from their arrival.

"How are you Ladri?" Adrian tries to calm down. Even though we were intersected with thick glass, our voices were still clear for conversation.

"Well, as you see, how are you? Maybe you guys are already great people," they didn't heed my complaints.

"Lad, we've been wanting to see you for a long time, but we don't know where you live. Until a few days ago, we saw you broadcast on television. You have done it."

A moment of silence, the police standing next to me only gaped and did not interfere about my meeting.

"Indeed, I've committed crimes, but if I kill for all my life I've never done Yan. I swear by anything, believe it. I'm not the killer, I'm not."

They did not fully trust me, naturally because the news from the police very rarely deviated. As has been reported all over the country, if I am a sad man known to have committed a crime, and committed murder to a policeman.

As I watched the doubt on their faces Adrian spoke again,

They had left, on the same day that I was in my prison cell, the two policemen came back, the sentence was still the same as the previous sentence. I was led to a meeting place that was bounded with thick glass.

From a distance I have seen a woman, from her body is also not foreign to my eyes.

"Fariza," I never thought after that he would come to me.

I sat in front of him, hands and body that I had touched, when it was only wishful thinking that would never be granted for me to feel.

Upon seeing me, he fell backwards, "Are you Ladri?"

"Yes, it's me. Sorry about the flaws in my head. For all men, the head is the place to wear the crown and the crown is the hair, but how since I was born the Lord has made my head like this. I'm sorry I lied to you, but believe me, behind my poor head is a collection of hair that blends sincerely into my crown to love you and tell you, if I love you."

He was really surprised, silence did not heed my explanation was his choice for a while to remember the love I had given and he received. Although there are not many beautiful places to celebrate, I think the story with me is the worst story he has ever experienced.

"You know, I just came to tell you that I'm pregnant. I hope you didn't forget the night's pleasures, but it's very, very sad that your son has a murderous and lying father."

"Pregnant?"

"Yes, I'm pregnant because of my stupidity. You know, if this kid in my stomach doesn't have a father, then I'll never be able to come to my own house. You know, my mom and dad hate you so much and are disgusted with me, because all the ages of their offspring, no one's been pregnant before marriage, but it's happened to me. I hope you're willing to marry me, no matter what. At first I wanted to marry you, tried sincerely to forgive you and love you again, but today you showed me your stripes. If I knew Ladri who I know today like this, I would definitely not want to do anything with you. But it's all gone, wishful thinking of marrying a good man, instead of getting a man like you."

He stood up without even listening to my complaints and answers. Until his body was lost behind the door, I was still fixated to remember I was going to succeed in becoming a father. Thank God, I hope after this you give me back a miracle.

I was taken back to my cage. There I saw 2 policemen who were ready to smile at me. They're both assholes, if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be like this, locked up in the most horrible cell.

Inside the prison, there was no story worth telling, just a wall full of graffiti, and between those graffiti was a picture of a naked woman ready for me to rape at any time, then a small light from the hole in the corner of my prisoner, even if morning had appeared.

I try to go back to the past, the time that taught me to be happy in my own eyes.