RECIDIVISTS
CHAPTER 5
Since dawn, Yos has started to do his daily routine, exercising. Although not doing dawn prayers, but indeed since childhood the man can not sleep in the early morning and the opportunity he always use to straighten the stiff veins.
“Yadi Hermawan, no visit.!!”
The sound of a warden's clamor rang through the loudspeakers, bringing Yos' activity to a halt. Before long, a tall man came out of room number 12. Yos observed the man's steps, from far away the look in Yos's eyes examined every inch of the man's body, from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot without blinking, without blinking, yadi disappeared from sight.
“That's Yadi, the man Dony was referring to yesterday. He's the biggest drug dealer in central Lombok. Yadi is also the only person who dares to smuggle drugs into this rutan. Although he is here, but his men are wandering around a lot, free out there,” said Fendi.
Since Fendi and Yos were released from the cell yesterday, Fendi asked for permission to stay in one room with Yos for safety reasons. After consideration, the Correctional Institution Security Unit (KPLP) received the reason that Fendi gave. With the condition of the small number of guards, it is impossible to monitor 100% of the movements of the residents who have now reached the number of nearly 400 inmates and prisoners.
“Seek please make coffee,” pinta Yos.
Without commenting a word Fendi complied with Yos request, because he felt indebted to his new friend. If Yos Hidayat had not been with him, Fendi might have been the food of Yadi's thugs.
A glass of coffee made by Fendi has not been drunk, it looks Yadi has come out of the visiting room. Yos looked carefully at the man again, focusing his eyes on the pair of sandals that Yadi was wearing.
“This is it.!!” Inner Yos. He got up from his seat and dismantled the contents of a small trash can located in front of his room.
Look Fendi in the eyes with Yos' footsteps. The various questions that were now playing out in his mind saw Yos leisurely step towards room number 12.
“Where is your boss?” yos asked the two men standing beside the door of room 12.
“Bos can not be disturbed, again there is work,” to the two men changed the position of the establishment that was next to the door is now standing right in front of the door his hand holds the shoulder Yos, prevents him from entering the room.
As fast as lightning, Yos pulled out a knife from behind the folds of his clothes. The little knife that was taken in the kitchen yesterday as it asked for hot water swirled between the fingers of Yos Hidayat, injuring the hands of the two who intercepted it. Without wasting time, Yos barged into the room, making Yadi and some of the occupants of the room who were busy enjoying the smoke of methamphetamine astonished by the sudden presence of Yos. The two people standing at the door were unwilling to give up, they both entered the room, their hands covered in blood.
“What is this, who are you?!” ask Yadi, rude.
Yos smiled mockingly, his eyes took out Yadi's hand which was currently holding a mobile phone. Every now and then he went to people who had started crowding the windows of the room, wanting to know what was going on.
“Have those people go, don't crowd in front of the door. If they crowded there later the officer suspected.!” Yadi's orders.
Yadi did not want any warden to know there was a commotion in his room. If the warden knew, then of course the room he was occupying now would be searched and if the room was searched, various items recorded in the prohibited article would be found, he said, moreover, Yadi is currently hiding 1 ounce of meth in her sandal.
“I know what you're hiding. I want that stuff,” Yos said.
“Eh... good, who are you anyway.”.
Yadi had not had time to finish his words, with a very fast movement Yos punched Yadi's head and ribs.
Undoubtedly, in this case Yos was already an expert.
Yadi looked helpless, his hands crossed to his neck. Yos pulled Yadi's hand from behind. Yadi could not move, and Yos locked all the movements of the man's body.
The commotion could not be avoided anymore as all the men of Yadi began to approach, wanting to invade Yos. Seeing such a situation, Yos began to stick a small knife into Yadi's thigh, making the man scream in pain.
“You are approaching, your boss is dead!” snapper Yos, relax.
“Do not approach, do not approach..uuh... uh.” breath Yadi down and up with the pain of the knife that is still stuck in his thigh.
The condition of room number 12 is like a ship breaking, all the luggage of the residents scattered, the opportunity that Yos used to take Yadi's mobile phone.
From inside the room Yos saw a horde of guards running quickly to approach those who were in dispute.
“All squat, hands on head!!!” shouted a warden.
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“You are Win... You have been able to work well, still complaining again. Tu, look at your brothers, all in young marriage! Not yet dapetin his ideals to get married, at the end of your brothers, all so farmers!” bu Janah's comments when Winda expressed his complaints while carrying out his duties as a polluspas.
“So farmers are not good, which is important halal. But if there is a better job why it should be wasted. Anyway, how do you want to be a farmer, see caterpillars already like crazy,” continued Bu Janah.
His mother's words this morning were still ringing in his ears. Winda's wiggly fingers gently stroked his hanging service uniform. The girl took a deep breath, before putting on some official clothes.
Just finished handing over the shift change task, Winda's stomach has begun to be heard singing keroncong songs. Earlier before leaving from her rented house, Winda planned to have lunch in the canteen beside the rutan.
“You haven't eaten?” tanya Hariadi who happened to hear the sound of Winda's stomach screaming, asked to be filled.
Hariadi is a senior of Winda, but their picket squad is different.
“Not yet. Had not been at home,” replied Winda while presenting a sweet smile on Hariadi.
“Nnothing, it in the KPLP room there is a free lunch ration,” Hariadi replied to the smile of Winda.
“Ah, time anyway?!”
“Truth. Oh yes, I unplug first yes,” Hariadi ended the conversation.
Winda ushered in Hariadi's footsteps until it disappeared from sight. After a long day of work, the man looked exhausted.
“*Would lunch be free? Can also nih*,” Inner Winda.
The sound of the table being kicked from inside the KPLP room made Winda extend his neck, making sure what happened, but the curtain cloth of the window coverings blocked the eyesight, he said, the girl stood in front of the door dumbfounded in wonder at the sight of several inmates sitting lined up in the room.
“*Oh, this is Hariadi meaning free lunch*,” Inner Winda.
“Who started the fight first?!” kplP sir.
“He sir,” an inmate pointed at Yos, “dia came to our room and directly attacked.”
Winda observed an inmate who was conversing to answer every question asked by Mr. KPLP. In the mind of the girl wondered, I don't know what Yos had done again to make other inmates hurt to bleed.
Highlight the eyes of Yos sharply pounced on them one by one, “ah. Uh... suck you guys!”
“If I make a report, why are you afraid? Now fighting using muscles is no longer his era, who is smart he won!” Yadi who was indeed upset, started to open a loud voice.
Although Yadi threatened to bring the case to the court table, there was not even a hint of trembling on Yos' face, instead, the man carved a mocking smile. The cynical smile on Yos lips invites emotion in the heart of the Winda who had only been an observer.
“Laporin for boss. I got a case of abuse and you got a drug case. Our country hates drug dealers so much..” Yos ended his words with a mocking smile.
“You mean?!” ask Yadi.
“I have the evidence,” Yos turned to look at Mr. KPLP who is currently the mediator, “how sir, what do I need to prove?”
Hope Yadi wants to bring the matter to the court is now failing. When Yos said he would hand over the evidence, the drugs he smuggled when he was visited, this morning. Reporting Yos is like hanging yourself.
“*Who is this person really? Brave, ingenious and cunning*,” Inner Yadi.
“Then, before you came here, this rutan was peaceful, but since you were here, everything has been in chaos,” interrupted Vinda, annoyed with Yos.
“Should not thank our kayaks. If there is no one like us, there will be no work, maybe there will be unemployment,” said Yos, nyeleneh.
“Plak!!” a slap of Winda's soft palm greeted Yos cheek.
“Basic inmates, community garbage. Speaking of which!!” snapped Winda, furious.
All the eyes in the KPLP room looked at Winda, the momentary silence no one made a sound.
“Winda Rusila!!!” the loud sound of the caravan resounded distracting all of them.
“Cute to my room!!” looks of anger on the face of the carapace.
“Turn you mbak..” mock Yos with a soft voice as if whispering.
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**Quite** old Yadi pensively thought about his business that was disrupted just because of the work of a Yos Hidayat.
By order of Yadi , right now the person he trusts is doing drug deals out there. Although Yadi was in prison, but the man ordered some people he trusted to continue running his business. But Yadi had to contact the courier he ordered to bring his goods, if his cellphone was not seized by the warden. A short riot earlier made the warden officer confiscate his cellphone.
Yadi blows a rough breath, “bangsat, this is all because of you!!!” Yadi shouted with all his heart.
“Bop, you go find hp and directly contact Rio, have him meet me tomorrow morning!” yadi's orders to a follower.
“But usually Rio do not want to receive calls from unknown numbers,” replied Bop.
“Goblok.! Sms first, just you phone!!” snapped Yadi, rough.
Without commenting, Bop immediately stepped in to find a cell phone, wanting to contact Rio. There is no point in donating thoughts to Yadi at times like now, the man is too emotional if the burden of his mind is piling up.
Mr. Karutan looked at the face of Winda, long ago, before he began to open his mouth. Karutan's gaze made Winda wrong, the girl was already preparing to face the anger of her leader.
“You know, now where are you?” asked Mr. Karutan after a long silence.
“I am in jail,” replied Winda, doubtful.
Mr. Karutan was disappointed with the answer given by Winda. The 45-year-old threw his eyes out the window, staring at the vehicle passing over the highway.
“You are wrong. We are here as a teacher as well as a parent. Our mission is to protect the citizens, not even show the nature of rudeness. They are the ones who are misguided, so let's educate, let's build them to get back on the right path,” Mr. Karutan takes a deep breath and blows it slowly, “during the task, , educate them gently, not by force.”
“Each Sir,” Winda's voice sounded slow, aware of the mistake he made.
“The symbol of the banyan tree in our official clothes, means a guide, remember that!”
Mr. Karutan remembered the history of the symbol of the banyan tree attached to the sleeves of all wardrobe officers. Since 1963, the name of the prison has been changed to the Penitentiary, symbolizing the banyan tree which means to serve.
“Oh yes, one more. This is just a task, do not be too excessive, especially with the built citizens named Yos it. Remember the beloved family, do not make them threatened,” Mr. Karutan gave a warning to Winda.
Vinda did not understand the meaning of Karutan's words, the latter. Curiosity rushes him to ask, “what do you mean by father?”
10 Years ago, a warden had a problem with Yusri Hidayat. Not long after Yusri was released, the warden disappeared without a trace. The police suspect the disappearance of the warden officer was the work of Yusri Hidayat, but the police do not have enough evidence to put Yusri in prison.
A wry taste began to greet the heart of Vinda, after listening to a little story about the past of a Yos Hidayat. But what makes Winda feel surprised, after a pile of mistakes that the man had done in the past, but not seen a single ripple of guilt in the look on his face.
