RECIDIVISTS
CHAPTER 2
There are no more wonderful moments than being with his little family. Seeing a daughter in a Kindergarten school uniform was a joy to Naufal. The little girl seemed to focus on enjoying her morning breakfast, before heading off to school.
"Papa's school, baby?" yanti's delicate voice persuaded her little daughter.
"Where is my mom going?" ask Erni, the little girl.
"Kan, mama wants to cook first, continue to the bentar clinic. Ntar if mama's job is already running, surely mama picked up."
"Promise?" Erni thrust her little pinky finger right in front of Yanti's face.
A smile was on Yanti's lips. The young mother pulled out her little finger, the little finger of the mother and the child clutched together, binding the promise.
"Daa, mama.." from outside Erni's house waved at Yanti, her mother.
Yanti is a young mother of a child, has a high motherly nature, loving is a characteristic of a Darma Yanti, she works as a midwife in the village clinic. Likewise with Naufal, the 25-year-old man was a household head who was patient and loving in educating his wife and children. The little family seemed happy despite living a simple life. They live in subsidized housing in the suburban region of Mataram.
Actually being the tour leader of foreign tourists who visit to enjoy the beauty of the island of Lombok is enough to finance the daily needs of his small family, he said, but Naufal continued and continued to fight even though he knew his struggle was on the wrong line.
Naufal stopped the Toyota Avanza he was driving, not far from the school gate of Kindergarten. The man came out, he opened the car door for Erni. The little girl shook hands and kissed Naufal's cheek, before running into the schoolyard. Engraved a happy smile on Naufal's lips, seeing Erni's small steps running into the school grounds. Naufal got back into the car, but did not immediately move from the place, a glance of his eyes glanced at the watch on the left wrist.A middle-aged man suddenly got into the car without any welcome, and then he could get into the car, making Naufal cancel his intention to light a cigarette that has now been perched on his lips.
"Sorry late, boss," said the man.
Naufal's head slightly nodded, "heard from my informant, Yadi's people are gnawing at our people in the middle Lombok rutan, is it true?"
"True boss, but we can not say anything, Lombok is in the middle of their territory. We have to obey the rules of the game" said the burly man.
"Haha... haha.. haha.." Naufal's laughter exploded, the man burst into laughter, although the interlocutor looked confused, but Naufal continued his laughter before continuing to speak, "rule.? Haha..haha... You said rules? Dony, Dony.. Don't confuse me, what rules do you mean?"
"We cannot violate the central Lombok region, it has been the rule since the late Jafar was alive" the burly man called Dony reminded.
Indeed, that is the rule that has been agreed since the late Jafar, the drug kingpin and criminal while still alive, first. During his life Jafar controlled drug trafficking in West Nusa Tenggara province. The late jafar was so respected, that drug dealers and thug leaders obeyed any kind of order from Jafar.
"Com on Dony, it's a black world. We are the ranks of humans who never obey the rules, we are enemies of the state that never want to obey the law, so do not talk about the rules!" firmly Nauval.
"So what should we do, now?" dony asked, not understanding Naufal's way of thinking.
A moment Naufal was silent, a heavy breath from his nose could be heard. Naufal was seen reaching into the small bag he always carried, taking out a brown envelope.
"Here, you will tell our people in the middle Lombok rutan, however, there are also families that require living costs."
Dony welcomes the envelope from Naufal's hand. The envelope containing the money ended the topic of the two of them.
*****
A police car belonging to the Penitentiary stopped in front of the main gate of the detention house. Three guards in green uniforms and a man with handcuffs got out of the car. One of the officers was seen pressing a small button attached to the side wall of the iron gate.
"There's a new guy!!" shouted one inmate from inside the block, and at once the horde of inmates stared at Yos from across the iron fence.
"Here is the case, the new man, bring the new man here, let me beat him up!!" shouted some inmates.
Indeed, such is the custom of the residents in the middle Praya Lombok rutan, full of snares and rough shouts when there are new prisoners entering.
"Open his handcuffs and take him to the cell room" orders Mr. Robi.
Yos had to be put in a cell for a week before being released to be able to follow daily activities like the other residents. Since Yos Hidayat was not an amateur criminal, the carcasses deliberately took precautions, locking Yos away for a week to identify if he had any enemies in the rutan.
From far away, Vinda looked at Yos face. In the Winda assessment, it turns out that Yos Hidayat who was talked about by the sack the other day was not creepy as he imagined, the face looks calm regardless of the bluffs of the other inmates.
The sound of the iron door of the opened cell woke Fendi from his nap. The man's head was covered in bandages, covering up the puncture scar.
"This is a new friend, let's not be lonely!" said a guard officer.
"Hello pal, welcome to the 5-star hotel. What's your name?" ask Fendi, familiar.
Yos did not answer Fendi's question, his eyes slightly darted Fendi's face. The man looked very young to set foot on the rutans, too young to bear the title of prisoner or prisoner, Yos thought.
"Just ask later, yes, I am tired, I want to sleep," replied Yos, indifferent.
Fendi carved out a bland smile, hearing the answer from his new friend.
It's true, the whole day traveling long with handcuffed hands, very tiring. The condition of the very small cell room made Yos decide to lie down to unwind beside the iron bars door. Regardless of the cries of other inmates. Joseph laid down on the floor, lying down without a pillow.
"Hey... hey..!! New kid, what's the elo case?!"
"Just come, eh even sleepy, is this father elo's house?!" the spicy sound of one of the inmates swarming in from the front of the iron bars.
With a very lazy voice, Yos Hidayat rose from his sleep, he sat down dizzy, still wanting to rest.
"Uuuu.. haaaaammmm.." Yos mouth opened wide, yawned, "as soon as I woke up. What's your afternoon meal?"
Fendi remained petrified in the corner of the room, not answering Yos's question. The presence of the gang of prison thugs made the man shudder in horror. It was the gang of thugs who ganged him the other day until his head was wrapped in bandages.
"The will is to eat, this is to eat," from behind the bars of the most large body, his body full of tattoos, thrusting sandals into the mouth of Yos, but had not had time for the sandals to touch the lips of Yos.
"Drawn!!"
At that instant the atmosphere of the rutan turned violent, the sound of the pain of a large-bodied thug full of tattoos filled every corner of the detention house.
Fendi, who had looked a little frightened by the presence of the gang of thugs, is now increasingly frightened to see the sadistic action of Yos Hidayat break the hand of one of the head of the prison thugs.
Not only Fendi, but all the inmates and prisoners were horrified, seeing the sadistic action of Yos.
To their astonishment the most, after breaking the hand of the head of the prison thugs, Yos returned to lay down his body to continue his nap, as if nothing had happened, yos's ripples of face seemed to be innocent in the slightest by his actions just a moment ago.
*****
A two-wheeled sports vehicle stops by the roadside, right in front of the gate of the Praya police station in central Lombok. Several police officers on duty raised their hands as a greeting gesture.
"Wei... long time no see elo, how are you?" ask a police officer in uniform.
"Hey... Man, am I not mistaken?!" lukman's voice half-cried, astonished. Lukman fixed his rather sagging glasses.
"Why is Elo here?" herman asked, his lips still carving a happy smile to meet Lukman, his old friend.
"Gue wants to pick up Winda," Lukman replied as he scratched his non-itchy chin.
The man wearing the police uniform was an old friend of Lukman's in high school. In the past Lukman, Winda and Herman were very familiar, but since graduating Herman High School continued to study in Surabaya.
"Oh yeah, where do you work?!" ask Herman, seriously.
"Tu.." Lukman's index finger straightened towards the gate of the prison house located across the highway.
The location of the police and the central Lombok detention house is only a few meters away, the highway becomes the separation between the police and the detention house.
"Sorry yes, Luk. I have to go in first, picket time changes," Herman smiled cleftly.
Herman still wanted to have a long chat with Lukman, but the man immediately stepped in to fulfill his work responsibilities.
"Oh yes, sip buddy, see you again," said Lukman, his eyes accompanied the step of Herman's departure that was getting away.
"Hoi... smiley alone what the hell is there, can the phone number beautiful policewomen?!" sergeant Winda who just came out of the big gate, the detention house.
Lukman's smile died immediately, "uh, no, just meet an old friend," Lukman replied, misbehaving.
"Ah, lie," said Winda, putting on a sullen facial expression.
"Look, baby, why should I be tempted by other girls if you are beautiful and this understanding is still on my side. Oh yeah how your job today, it's getting fun, right?" Lukman shifted the subject.
Winda looked at Lukman's face before answering his girlfriend's question. Winda was very happy to see the birthmark under Lukman's eyelids. Brown birthmarks are scratched small under the eyelids, making Lukman look more handsome.
"What a joy, yesterday took care of people who were rumbling ampe battered. Today it gets worse, inmates who just transferred here, even make trouble. From yesterday squirming people bergegeeeeeeem continue, when my life will feel peaceful," said Winda, expressing complaints.
Since long ago, when Lukman was still a friend, all complaints that stuck in the heart, will always be poured on the man with glasses. Until now the habit continues, Lukman is a lover who is ready to hear every complaint, the man is like a diary that every day is written by the hand of the Winda.
Lukman is always encouraging when Winda is deadlocked and it is Lukman who actually advises Winda to try the fate of working in rutan.
"New inmates coming directly make trouble in the place of people?!" ask Lukman between believe and don't.
"That's what makes me surprised, even the new prisoner did not hesitate to turn the hand of the head of the thugs who ngeroyok prisoners yesterday," said Winda serious.
Any form of information submitted accidentally by the Winda will soon reach the knowledge of Naufal through Lukman, because without the knowledge of the Winda, Lukman worked on Naufal. It was on this basis that Lukman advised Winda to work in rutan.
"No need to think about it, it's their business. Oh yeah, dinner night out, huh?" bring Lukman.
It appears that the chief of the Winda nodded in agreement, but his mind still reflected the innocent and relaxed face of a Yos Hidayat. It is true what was said by the ship the other day, Yos Hidayat is very dangerous, injuring people to lifelong disabilities like something that is common in his life, he said, all was clear from the look of his relaxed face as if he was innocent of his actions. According to Vinda's assessment, Yos Hidayat was like a tiger in the form of a cat.
