RECIDIVISTS
CHAPTER 1
"Krieiii.!!!!!" the sound of the alarm clock bought yesterday, rang deafeningly. His eyes turned open reluctantly, his right hand groping the small clock he placed on the table, beside the bed. His clasped finger set off the alarm he set before going to bed last night.
It felt like just one hour Winda melted his eyes, but the alarm clock had shouted loudly to make Winda wake up from his sleep.
Suddenly both of Winda's eyes widened, but his body was still lying on the bed. Winda looked back at the small clock hand that was ignored for a moment. His mind remembered the activities he had to do today.
"Gosh..!!!"
Like a buffalo whipped by a herder, Winda threw away the blanket that since last night spoiled his sleep, as fast as lightning he ran towards the bathroom.
Today is the first day that Winda will enter work. Just yesterday he was accepted to work as a warden at a detention house (Rutan).
It looks like the girl is getting ready in a hurry, until the socks she wears are different, fortunately her socks are not visible to the general view, covered in trousers. The 21-year-old girl did not want to be late, she did not want to give a bad impression on the first day of work.
According to Winda, working as a warden officer is not the right choice, because it must mingle with the inmates who he thinks are the garbage of the community. But there is no other option, with only a high school diploma that he has, it is quite difficult to find a job. Being accepted as a warden was already a fortune, rather than having to follow in the footsteps of both parents, becoming a farmer in the village. Not picky job, but Winda is not talented in agriculture.
For the sake of his ideals to help ease the burden of both parents, Winda put aside his disgust for the inmates.
From far away Winda saw the members of the morning shift already in line, the morning apple. The lips of the head of the rutan (carutan), look moving, convey something to the participants of the ceremony. Winda ran small entering the rear row.
"You..!!" karutan Sergah.
Winda did not immediately reply, he looked back first, "me, sir?"
"Yes, who else is late besides you.!"
"Ready wrong!" reply Winda.
"Push up 10 times.!" orders of carrion, firm.
Feelings of annoyance and shame mixed into one, especially when he saw some other members whispering to his own neighbor mocking him, but Winda also carried out the command of the leader.
How irritating. The high-pitched clashing and shrill voice became a greeting from the first day of training at the detention house.
"On this occasion, I will invite my ranks to reflect, see who we are, today."
The voice of the head of the rutan conveys a message to the members of the participants of the morning ceremony which is indeed the morning routine of the police officer. But because the busyness of the task that sometimes piles up makes the carcass not every day can attend the ceremony at that place.
"Mirror..! Reflect and look at ourselves, wearing a uniform symbolizing the banyan tree, based on a vision. How can we protect the built citizens in this rutan if we have not been able to build ourselves, therefore, let us begin to build ourselves first in order to build up the built citizens. Remember, we are in this place, carrying out the duties of the state, mandated by society, this is the institution of community. Let us carry out our duties, keeping the trust of a country with high discipline, so that our vision and mission are achieved."
The short words of the message from the sack were like a hard slap on Winda's cheek. Being late on the first day of duty is not something that deserves a thumbs up.
The loud voice of the ceremonial inspector disbanded the line, resuscitating the Winda from the reverie of his self-muhammad.
"All officers of the Security and Order (Kamtib) section, asked to the caravan room.!" shouted Mr. Robi, Kamtib team leader.
Winda immediately put up a step, hurriedly towards the room of the head of the rutan. The girl did not want to be late for a second time on the same day.
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Several team members in charge of the Security and Order section were already seen sitting waiting in the caravan room, while the carcass was waiting in the room. Winda took a seat at the very end of the chair, near the entrance.
As he stopped talking, the 40-year-old man looked at the faces of the Kamtib officer who was in his study before continuing to speak.
"Yusri Hidayat's. 29-year-old man, born in West Nusa Tenggara. He was a very clever and cunning heavyweight criminal. He used to commit crimes on the island of Lombok. 10 years ago he was a resident of Mataram prison and also had the status of a prisoner in our rutan. For a long time this man disappeared reportedly killed in a robbery, but in fact this man is still alive and will soon serve the rest of his sentence in our neighborhood.
I appeal especially to the Kamtib team to tighten guard as long as Yusri Hidayat is here, later. Because he has a big influence among criminals," said karutan.
The mind of Winda imagines the figure of the man who is being talked about by the sack. The shape of the body is large height, black skin and the entire body is filled with tattoo graffiti. According to Vinda, in free life Yusri Hidayat may have a big influence in the world of thuggish, but do not try to bring bad habits in free life into the rutan.
"Why should I serve the rest of the criminal in this rutan, why does the regional office (cann) not put this person in the Mataram prison alone? Right now our rutan is experiencing over capacity," asked Mr. Robi. As the chief kamtib officer, he felt that he would be troubled by the presence of Yusri Hidayat.
Engraved a cynical smile on his lips, hearing the subordinate's question, "sir Robi, I suggest tomorrow morning you go to the canary and ask your question there. If we talk about over capacity, at this time all rutans and bags in Indonesia experience over capacity, so do not use over capacity as an excuse to cover your fear. And even humans, treat inmates like humans and they'll be respectful towards us."
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The normal capacity of the Central Lombok Praya detention house is only 97 residents, but currently the class 2B detention house is overcapacity, twice the normal capacity. Over capacity in the rutan has never been a barrier for police officers to continue to build the inmates and prisoners commonly called residents of correctional facilities (WBP).
Religious knowledge is the main module of the construction of the citizens at the rutan class 2B Praya Central Lombok, making the rutan look like a boarding school.
Vinda followed Liana's steps watching the women's residents, undergoing teaching and teaching activities to read the Qur'an in the rutan hall room. The large hall room became a place where the residents took part in various activities.
Liana is a female polsuspas, Senior Vinda. The mother of two children was the one who always guided Winda since the first day of Winda set foot, training work in the rutan.
Liana and Vinda stood up straight, monitoring the movements of the citizens, right in front of the large door of the hall room. Winda's eyes watched some of the construction residents who were whispering, no matter what they discussed. Winda began to suspect when the hordes of the residents who had been convicts began to move closer to a resident who was still in custody.
Although Vinda and Liana are only in charge of supervising women-only construction residents, but men and women are involved in the same hall, making Winda accidentally observe the suspicious movements of some male inmates.
"Mbak, take a look. What are those people doing?" whispered Winda in Liana's ear.
Liana focused her gaze towards the horde of inmates that Wida meant, "astaga, quickly go ahead, call all the guard officers.!!" liana's orders.
a fight between a prisoner and several inmates makes the atmosphere of the daily activities of the residents who had been calm, changed violently. It is clear that a construction resident who is still resistant to being trapped by some of the residents who are already inmates. Fortunately, the police officers who had often faced such situations, immediately mediated a dispute between the two sides.
Since childhood Winda often saw brutal hit-and-hit scenes only on the television screen, but today he watched directly in plain sight. The girl looked at a prisoner who was immediately taken to the guard room, the man's head covered in blood. Winda turned to look at Liana, at a glance. The middle-aged woman looked calm, instead the feeling of a growl began to greet, reducing the confidence of a Rusila Winda.
"Ordinary litigants. Here the incident is like this is commonplace," said Liana, calming the heart of Winda who looks tense.
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BENTONG PRISON MALAYSIA
The large clock hanging in the middle of the block wall was already showing at 12:00, signifying the turn of the day. At a glance, Bentong prison looks lonely, but actually the prison is prioritized for foreigners that accommodate as many as 3,600 residents, from various countries.
In the evening, Yos rose from his bed, and the strong-bodied man closed his eyes, but could not sleep. The man sat in front of the iron door, hugging his knees. His eyes could not be seen from a piece of paper, an official letter from the ministry of law.
"Why should I" murmured Yos.
Only one question is currently playing in the mind of Yos, in the many inmates who come from Indonesia, why should he be selected in the prisoner transfer program, why not others?
Truly the man was reluctant to serve the rest of the punishment in his own country, but he was forced to obey the rules that have been set.
