RECIDIVISTS
CHAPTER 4
After 2 hours of religious activities, the residents are allowed to receive visits from relatives and friends of relatives for 3 hours. There was the sound of an officer calling out to the residents who were receiving visits via loudspeakers.
“You have no visits?” ask Fendi.
“Ngak,” Brief Yos.
“Hai mbak, I request warm water!” Yos thrust a water bottle at Winda who happened to pass in front of the cell room.
“Wait, I call the commander to stand guard,” replied Winda.
The round-faced girl stepped over regardless of Yos. He did not dare to help the troubled citizens without the permission of the guard commander on duty.
“Udah nusahin community, in sinipuuun can still trouble people again, basic inmate!” grouse Winda in heart.
Seeing the doubtful expression mixed with fear on the face of the Winda, Yos carved a smile, a meaningful smile. The man was secretly working out a plan.
Shortly afterwards from the cell, Yos saw a warden attendant coming over carrying a stack of keys.
“Today you two can go out, but before that you have a visit,” said Mr. Roby.
“Visitation from whom? I have no family, Yos” still does not believe what he heard from Mr. Roby.
“Yusri Hidayat, even if you hide your real identity, but I will still know. In this rutan, all data about you, still stored neatly. Now go and meet your guest.!” Mr. Roby's orders.
Fendi was a little jolted to hear Mr. Roby mention Yusri Hidayat's name, but he quickly put away his surprised expression. During this time Fendi often heard the name Yusri Hidayat touted among the black world, the name Yusri Hidayat like has become a legend in the world of crime in the province of West Nusa Tenggara.
“Wait a moment, I ask for hot water, I want to drink coffee,” while carving a cleft smile, Yos thrust a small bottle on Mr. Roby.
It has been almost 10 years Mr. Roby run the mandate of the state as a warden and for 5 years he served as a kamtib, he said, never before has anyone dared to ask for help for trivial things like taking water in the kitchen. It's weird this one inmate, ' thought Mr. Roby.
“You have legs and hands. Go grab yourself and hunt to the visiting room. Oh yes, your belongings, just stay there first, ntar if the visiting hours have finished new me for you guys room!” mr. Roby's orders.
Yos turned to look at Fendi who had only been an observer, shared the statue of the hero memorial, “you go first, I soon followed.”
Yos stepped into the kitchen rutan with a small bottle and a small piece of cloth. After 10 years, not much has changed. Exactly what Yos had guessed. Cooking utensils, machetes, knives are everywhere.
“Bos... can you ask for hot water, dikit?” pinta Yos to a kitchen worker who was busy at the time, washed rice for lunch.
“Take it yourself. In the big pot..”.
From a distance, the kitchen worker who was also from among the inmates showed the location of a large pot filled with hot water.
Yos Hidayat carved a satisfied smile. What he was looking for had been found. Yos heard a small singing voice as he stepped into the visiting room, meeting guests he had never invited.
*****
Although caused by Dony, the process of Fendi's trial became hampered, but Fendi was still able to welcome the arrival of his boss with a smile.
Although many times forced to admit the drug owner that he interceded that day, but to this day Fendi still reluctant to admit, Dony is the real drug owner, but to this day Fendi is still reluctant to admit, it is for this reason that the trial of Fendi is still hampered to this day.
“How are you Fen?” ask Dony.
Engraved a smile on Fendi's lips. The young man never expected a visit from Dony, as long as Dony kept his word. As long as Fendi is in prison or in prison, Dony will always meet the needs of his family Fendi, that is the agreement they made verbally when Fendi just started the reckless work.
“Yesterday anyway, news I'm not good, here's the proof,” Fendi shows one of the scars on his chin due to scraped, “but now all is ok.”
Dony boasted a smile considering Fendi's loyalty in keeping secrets, “sorry yes Fen, from yesterday-yesterday did not have time to look at you, too busy.”
“Nothing. Oh yeah, how's my mommy sister at home?”
Dony quite understood the meaning of Fendi with his question for a while, “you just calm down, they both will not lack anything, I guarantee! Yesterday Naufal nitipin money for you, but I've assigned that money to your mother.”
The arrival of Yos closed the subject, and they both looked at the man with an innocent face. Yos seemed to be looking for who was the one who came to see him. Fendi got up from his seat, approaching Yos who was still standing dumbfounded in front of the entrance of the visiting hall.
“Bos I want to see you,” whispered Fendi in Yos ear.
“Bos you?” ask Yos, doubt it.
Fendi nodded, slowly. He invites Yos to meet Dony who is still waiting at the end of the room.
“Kenalin, this is Dony, my boss,” said Fendi.
Yos just nodded, less interested. According to him, the arrival of guests at a time like now is not the right time, there are still things he wants to do and the time is very limited.
“Oh yes, sorry to forget. Fen, you go buy a cigarette,” orders Dony, he took out a piece of paper money.
“Marlboro,” Yos said before Fendi disappeared from view.
Dony has been struggling in the black world for many years, but only this time he met directly with Yusri Hidayat who now changed his name to Yos Hidayat. Although it looks calm, naive and nyeleneh, but according to Dony's personal assessment, Yusri Hidayat is a very mysterious figure.
“I often hear your name, but only this time we meet,” Dony started to open talk.
“Oh yes. You know me?” ask Yos.
“Yeah, that's it.”
“Cigarettes. Here I buy you drinks,” Fendi brought 3 bottles of cold drinks, he held out the change of the rest of the shopping, but Dony refused.
“Save aja make your shopping,” said Dony, he switched to look Yos face, “bos I ask for help with you!”
“Ask help?” yos murmured, he scratched his head that was not itchy, confused with the guest who was now in front of him, not too far to know each other had asked for help. What help does this guest need? Think Yos.
“Who is your boss, how much does he dare to pay me?!” ask Yos.
“Naufal!” short Dony.
Dony carves a meaningful smile, hearing Yos begin to question the pay. It signaled his arrival to ask for help was not in vain.
*****
A day of not setting foot in a detention house feels like free from the cave hole. Yesterday Winda got a night shift shift and today she is still in a matter of pickets. The opportunity was to use Winda to go home to the village to visit his parents.
“Assalamualaikum,” says Winda and Lukman simultaneously, but no answer.
“Assalamualaikum..mak, father..?” from the front of the house Winda was looking for the figure of his father and mother.
“Maybe they are again in the rice fields,” terka Lukman.
Lukman already knows for sure the daily activities of the two parents of Winda, especially at times like now, the rice in the rice field has been seen yellowing, waiting for the day to be harvested. Both of Winda's parents must have been in the paddy fields.
“Wait a moment, I go back, see them,” pinta Winda.
Lukman's guess is correct. From behind the house Winda had seen the figure of his father and mother in the middle of the expanse of rice fields.
The 2-hectare land that stretches behind his house is managed by his parents. The result of the land that the two parents of Winda funded 7 children, ranging from small to all tuition fees. Winda was born 7 brothers, 6 women a man and Vinda was the youngest child.
Breeze blows slowly from the south coast, gently rubbing the round face of Vinda Rusila. Winda closed his eyes. He took a deep, long breath, enjoying the countryside away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the crowded detention house full of various problems.
“Try to see them both,” said Lukman who just came.
Winda narrowed his eyes, focusing his gaze towards his father and mother who looked engrossed in picking cassava leaves. According to Vindra, nothing strange.
“Why with them?” ask Winda, not understanding.
“Even if you are old, but still look romantic,” Lukman carved a smile.
“That's what is called happy until the posterity,” firmly Winda, “maaak!!!!” the sound of Winda, loud calling his mother, the two hands of the girl waved several times so that the mother could see him.
“When are you guys coming?” ask Janah who just arrived in front of Vinda and Lukman. The two young men were seen shaking hands, kissing the old hand of Ms. Janah.
“Newly, mom. I'm still there, Mommy?”
Ms. Janah did not immediately answer the question of Winda, her hands rubbed the sweat that melted soaked the face due to the heat of the sun.
“Daddy you still take the cassava leaves, make goat food later tonight. Let's try you help meak choose cassava leaves ni, take a little young shoots, then again we make vegetables,” Bu Janah thrust a stack of cassava leaves that have just been taken from the rice field.
Winda's hands nimble picking cassava shoots that are indeed already in front of him. The girl's eyes looked at her mother's face, occasionally Winda looked at her father who was seen in the distance, there. Both of his parents reached the age of 60-han. Although the age of both of them is twilight, but their spirit never receded to keep working. The struggle of his parents fostered the spirit of Winda to continue working, although sometimes he felt bored working as a warden.
“Maaaaak..!!! O mother..! O mother..! O mother.!” wida's body sipped, amused, the girl's face was deathly pale.
“Why you baby?” lukman asked, shaking Winda's shoulder.
“Alaaah most he saw caterpillars.. whose name is cassava leaves taken from the rice fields, is indeed a lot of caterpillars!” obviously Ms. Janah.
Accidentally, Winda's hand was held by a caterpillar on a cassava leaf. Winda is indeed a phobia of seeing caterpillars, let alone holding them. Fear of caterpillars is one of the reasons the girl does not want to become a farmer.
