RECIDIVISTS

CHAPTER 6

Perina Village Central Lombok 7 years ago

The hour hand had just moved to show the number 9 at night, but the atmosphere of a small house in a remote hamlet looked very quiet. Yusri's footsteps retraced slowly toward the door of a house. From the opening of the door, the man looked at an old woman who was 70 years old. My feeling greeted Yusri's little heart, seeing the old woman's state of sleep hugging her knees on a piece of prayer cloth still complete wearing the face. The old woman fell asleep on the prayer mat after completing the obligation of prayer isya.

The sound of a 2-wheeled vehicle stopping at the side of a small road in front of the house distracts Yusri, the man slightly hiding beside the house, noticing the high body figure of the 2-wheeled vehicle owner.

“Where are you going?” asked Yusri, whispering.

Rio looked at Yusri, long before answering his brother's question. The man called Rio was a little surprised by Yusri's sudden appearance, like a ghost, “kak.... when did big brother come.?!”

“Tap.” As fast as lightning Yusri shut Rio's mouth so as not to disturb his grandmother's sleep.

Yusri straightened the index finger on her lips giving a silent gesture to Rio, her sister, “Sstt. Grandma's sleeping. Where are you going?”

Yusri Hidayat and Rio Riadi, they are brothers, but different fathers. They are both 5 years old. Although stepbrothers, but since childhood they both look very familiar. But since Yusri dabbled in the criminal world they rarely met, because Yusri had to live far away from family.

“Emak asked me to do this, for grandma,” Rio showed me a large plastic package containing rice and side dishes, “eh kak, there is something I want to talk to you brother, brother,” Rio hangs the plastic pack that is in his hand on a nail that is tracked on the outside pole of the house.

Yusri looked at Rio's face, at a glance. He followed his sister's footsteps slightly away from home, so that the conversation they both did not disturb the sleep of his grandmother.

“What do you want to say...money? If the money problem, do not need to be too serious very, easy,” terka Yusri.

“Actually I've been waiting for my sister to come home for a few months. Entering this month means that 5 months I have been waiting for big brother,” Rio's face turned serious.

Since becoming a confidant of Jafar, Yusri very rarely went home to visit his grandmother, sometimes once every 5 months, sometimes also once every 9 months.

“Just relax, don't be too serious,” Yusri lit a cigarette and held out the cigarette pack to Rio, “rokok?”

Rio welcome cigarette pack and a match from Yusri hand, “aku want to work join brother.”

Rio's wish statement just now made Yusri speechless. Never in the mind of the man, his sister harbored the desire to follow in his footsteps into the black world. No, it must not happen, enough of him who has already fallen into the criminal world.

“Udah, don't talk about work. You better continue your school first, later if you have graduated, I help you find work.”

Rio's facial ripples turned lethargic, uninspired, “father was often sickly, but even though he was often sick, he still forced himself to work. Last week she said she wanted to go to work abroad so TKW went to Taiwan, but I didn't want to go to work. Now they fight every day. Money, money and money, there are no other problems that make them quarrel other than money,” said Rio, sad.

Money is the most important thing in Bu Ani's life. But whenever Yusri wanted to give him money he always refused. According to Bu Ani, the money given from Yusri is illegal money, because Yusri's work is no longer a secret in the general public of Perina village people. Not only Bu Ani, but Bu Rohana, his grandmother Yusri also never wanted to receive money from Yusri, his grandson.

“Seek part-time jobs to help them. Back to school, you go to work,” suggested Yusri.

“So I don't know for myself how difficult it is to get a job in Lombok. Join my father working in the rice mill, the money is nothing compared to the energy drained. Whatever happens, I want to work with brother!” Rio insisted.

“Keep your school?” ask Yusri.

“Stop,” Reply Rio, brief.

“What I do is not a joke. The stakes are life,” said Yusri, seriously.

“I... stick...will... follow..!” Rio said his 4 pieces words long and slowly.

Seeing the stubbornness of his sister, Yusri fumbled around his waist, taking out a Revolver-type firearm. Yusri took all the bullets out of the gun and took only one bullet. The bullet was put back in the Revolver cylinder block, then the man twisted several times the gun cylinder block, scrambling the contents of the bullet. Yusri pointed the barrel of the gun at his head.

“Tak... tak... tak....!” 3 Times the sound of the trigger of the gun knocked on the bullet room room, but the bullet room room was empty.

Rio was silent for a long time, seeing Yusri's reckless action. If only the trigger of the gun could knock the bullet, of course now Yusri only remains a name.

“My work, the stakes are life!” Yusri.

Really Rio felt wry at imagining Yusri's work, out there. But the hardships of his parents' living expenses as well as the mounting desire overcame all the fear that had once resided in his heart. Rio cross the firearm from Yusri's hand, he imitated what Yusri had done for a while.

Without waiting for the cue, Rio pulled the trigger of the gun, “tak... tak...tak...tak...!”

With a quick movement Yusri shifted the muzzle of the gun pointed upwards because he knew, the cylinder block of his firearm only had 8 bullet chambers. Yusri pulled the trigger 3 times and Rio pulled it 4 times, meaning the pull of the latter trigger would crush his sister's head. Instantly the explosive sound of bullet ammunition resounded breaking the silence of the night.

Sound sound ******* breath Yusri, “already, I want to go out looking for fresh air,” his hands reached into the contents of the small bag he holds, “ini, but don't tell him this money is from me. Just say, your working money.”

Highlight the eyes of Rio looked blankly at a piece of his pot when he was with Yusri, 7 years had passed, but the memory of the moments with Yusri was still fresh attached to Rio's memory.

Rio lit a match, a piece of photo that was in his hand burned and became dust.

The voice of the signalling tone of a handphon caught Rio's attention. A brief message from a number that he did not recognize, but the contents of a concise message written on behalf of Yadi managed to attract his interest to immediately contact a number that he himself did not recognize it.

“Hallo boss..”

Long enough Rio talked to Yadi through a phone call, occasionally seen Rio head bearded, understood and ready to execute the command being delivered.

*****

“Good morning mbak,” says Yos.

Winda only beards his head in reply to Yos's words, “it seems you'd rather be in prison, than live freely out there,” cynical Vinda.

Unasked, Yos sat on a wooden bench facing Vinda, the man did not respond to the words of Vinda for a moment before his hands were agile to sign each sheet of his release letter.

“What does this man's facial expression look like when he's angry?” the question of the Heart is in the heart.

Each prison resident is usually synonymous with grumpy nature, but not with this one man, whatever faced the look of his face never looks changed.

“After this... be a useful person, do not spend your short life with useless things like this,” advises Winda.

Yos carved a sincere smile, “don't blame God, mad. God is so clever, He never created anything useless. Today I become useless trash, but not necessarily tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. No one knows the secret of God.”

Just this time Winda saw a sincere smile on Yos Hidayat's lips. As if Winda did not believe what he had seen and heard for a moment, the girl strongly acknowledged the truth of Yos' words, just a moment ago.

For a moment, Yos closed his eyes, the man was seen breathing fresh air outside the iron gate.

Yos' attention is interrupted when a black sedan car stops right in front of him. The front door to the left of the car was opened from the inside by the driver.

Yos' head slightly lowered, looking at the driver's face.

“Enter. We go get some fresh air,” pinta Dony, from the car.

Without waiting for long, Yos got into the car, “ini. Now where's my money?”

Yos handed over the sim card he took from Yadi's cell phone. Regardless of what Naufal and Dony had planned against Yadi, Yos did not want to know, the important thing is that he received payment from Dony for his efforts to seize the sim card.

Dony put the sim card in his pocket, the man held out a black plastic pack as payment to Yos, “count first.”

“Neventless. Trust each other,” replied Yos.

The car they were riding in was moving south. Yos is not interested in Dony's offer to have fun enjoying a day of freedom. He prefers to find a suitable rented house for him to live in for a while.

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**Quite**number of incoming messages when Naufal installed Yadi's sim card. This is what Naufal wanted, all the secrets that Yadi had kept well, were now in Naufal's grasp.

The last short message from one of the drug kingpins in Batam. The drug kingpin will send his men to make transactions with Yadi at a place that has been set in the West Nusa Tenggara region.

Naufal took out a piece of paper, the man was seen drawing pictures and writing the names of several people on the piece of paper.

“They will do the transaction here,” Naufal pointed to the picture and the name of the small countryside already drawn on that piece of paper, “that item is worth 5 billion. The value of the goods is not important, I do not want to see Yadi's belongings circulating again,” Naufal stressed to Dony, his confidant.

“Oh yes one more. Take only goods, do not let there be casualties so that the police do not interfere in this business!”

Dony silently thought about what he should be doing, the one in his head right now was Yos. Only Yos could carry out the work Naufal wanted.