RECIDIVISTS
CHAPTER 8
As usual, the atmosphere in the Rutan Praya visiting room is always crowded with visitors who come to visit their families.
Long enough Yadi was silent without a word to see the neck of Rio who is now decorated with cervical collar. Actually Yadi already knew the intention of Rio's arrival to visit him to the resistant house to deliver the bad news that befell last night.
“How are you doing?” ask Yadi, pleasantries.
“Bad,” short Rio. His gaze was straight forward as the supports that filled his neck restricted his movement. The doctor who treated Rio was forced to put a brace on the neck, as the injury to the man's neck was quite serious.
Yesterday, after waking up from fainting, Rio contacted someone asking for help to be picked up home immediately. Although advised to treat his neck to the hospital, Rio insisted he did not want to set foot into the clinic or hospital, preferring to be treated personally.
“How can this all happen?” hiss Yadi with a soft voice.
“It should be me like that,” Rio pressed his voice.
The two of them were silent for a moment, the noise of the other visitors was ignored no longer. Rio and Yadi were wondering about something that made things cloudy last night.
“The value of the goods that Hendrik brought yesterday is quite large, is it possible that we were robbed?” Yadi asked Rio's opinion.
“This transaction is very secret, but it can happen if there is a traitor from our people,” replied Rio, indifferently.
As Yadi recalled, no one knew about the drug deal that was carried out yesterday afternoon, including his own men. Yadi did not allow them to know anything of a secret nature. Once again they both fell silent, Yadi's index finger tapped his chin, thinking hard to find the root of the problem. Shortly afterwards there was a heavy sigh from the nose of the angry man, he was able to conclude the beginning of the problem.
“I'm sure, this is all Naufal.! Last week, Yos made a fuss until my phone was confiscated by officers. Yesterday I asked the officer for help, wanted to take my family number on the sim card but the sim card was not there. According to my hunch, Yos who took the sim card,” said Yadi.
“Terus..?” Rio raised his face, interested in the story conveyed by Yadi.
“Naufal has teamed up with Yos. All my secrets are on that sim card!”
Looking at the eyes Yadi and Rio met, the two of them were thinking in the same direction. They were silent, but from the look in the eyes, Yadi had already issued an order to Rio. Rio himself had already understood the intent of looking at Yadi's eyes.
*****
The sound of screams, squeals from all corners deafening is the hallmark of the gambling arena. Seen a gambler, standing wagging paper money, looking for an opponent to bet, his voice loudly yelling revealed a vein across his neck.
Since childhood Winda often heard the words of the cockfighting gambling arena, but only this time he set his feet in such a place. The girl's head looked to the left and right. For him such a place and atmosphere was very foreign.
“You wait here jerk,” pinta Yos.
Winda ignored Yos, the girl's eyes could not be separated from the 2 people who were currently in the arena, each holding a rooster. The arena was quite neat, surrounded by a fence like an iron fist ring.
“From time, I've heard your name a lot. I thought you were a professional as people say, but I guess I was wrong,” Dony started talking with a satirical saying.
That was the purpose of Yos coming to the night gambling place, because Dony asked him to come to the place that belonged to Naufal which was managed by Dony.
“Can I sit?” ask Yos.
Dony gave a hand signal, let Yos sit down, “Naufal does not want us to kill Batam's courier, but why are you moving beyond the plan we agreed?” dony's tone of voice, relaxed but firm.
“There was someone else who killed him. Does anyone other than the two of us know of this plan?” ask Yos.
Look Dony in the eye, look Yos in the face, “you mean, you didn't kill the courier?”
“Yes. Even that person also massacred Yadi's men. I don't know who that person is, I don't know his purpose either, but that girl is definitely a witness, it's not me who killed him,” from far away Yos pointed to Winda who was observing the behavior of gambling fans who were busy betting rupiah money.
Dony was bearded, his mind drained wondering who and what the purpose of the unknown told Yos.
“The stuff that the courier brought was taken, but according to the information I received, the goods that were carried away were fake, now Yadi was in debt of 5 billion. Yadi had to pay for the item, because it was Yadi,” said Dony, his hand reached for a bottle of beer that was on the table, Dony poured the drink for Yos, “how could the courier hide the real thing?” ask Dony.
“I guess, yes. Regardless, the girl would know,” Yos conveyed her instincts.
“If so, use a subtle approach on the girl. Slowly match the information about the item hidden by the courier. If the item we've found, don't tell Naufal, we divide the two items and finish the girl to remove the trail,” Dony orders.
Yos and Dony's laughter broke, ending the conversation. Yos rose to his feet and finished the drink that was already in the glass, before moving from before Dony.
Winda turned his head quickly as Yos whipped his shoulder, “ayo, we're out for food. I'm hungry,” Yos said.
Without talking Winda followed Yos steps, “you do not bet first?”
“No, I don't like gambling,” Yos replied.
Gambling games, women and booze had become the daily routine of thugs' lives, but it was different from Yos. Yos' confession just now sounded strange in the ears of the Winda.
“Nebelieve ah! Where there are thugs not happy to play gambling,” said Winda.
Yos stopped his footsteps beside a small stall, on the side of the road, sitting in the middle of a green patch of grass that grew to adorn along the edge of the highway.
“Fried rice two!!” yos shouted from outside the shop. Yos turned to look at the round face of Winda, “I am not a thug, even if people call me a thug, then I am a thug of faith,” joked Yos.
“Iman from hongkong,” muttered Winda, but his voice could still be heard, slowly.
“Nasya mas..” heard someone calling from inside the food stall.
Seen a middle-aged man stick 2 dishes of fried rice, approaching Yos and Winda, “why not eat in aja mas, so more comfortable?” ask the middle-aged man.
“You get some fresh air,” a short Yos, he welcomes a plate filled with fried rice and 2 pieces of glass water from the middle-aged man's hand. Yos turned to look at Winda, “please eat, do not hesitate. Consider it your own home.”
Every now and then Winda stole a glance at Yos, the man with a calm, sinless face looked greedily bribing his dinner rice.
“Hus... hus... hus...play far and wide…” vaguely heard the sound of the owner of the stall driving away a small child who looks upright standing right in front of the door of the food stall makes Yos stop his dinner activities.
“Hi boy, come here!” call Yos, rude.
The 9-year-old boy walked slowly to Yos, “ya om?”
“Why did that person push you?” ask Yos.
“I want to buy rice, but my money is not enough,” the voice of the little boy is slow, he shows the coins that are in his grasp.
Engraved a sincere smile on Yos' lips, hearing the confession of the tattered-looking little boy, “you want to order how many packs?”
“3 packs, om.”
Yos looked at the little boy from bottom to top, “your body is small, but it is very strong to eat!”
Vinda who had just been a listener, carved out a small smile, heard the comment that was reflected from Yos' lips.
“Nggg. One for mom, one for me and the other for my sister, we are 3, om,” the kid explained.
Yos head bearded slowly, understood with the explanation of his interlocutor, “ooooh.. ya have gone inside and tell the man to make, entar om pay.”.
“Truth om... thanks a lot huh, om?!”
Doing good is a demand for all religions and beliefs, but unlike the mafia, thugs and the like, they are very identical with their evil nature, but different from the reality that Vinda is witnessing today. Yos, who was said to be a thug, a heavyweight criminal, still had mercy. There is no denying the amazement that greets the heart of the Winda.
“You know…? When I was a child, I always aspired to be useful to the nation and the country, but the journey of life was always unexpected. When I began to turn into a dozen years old, even I became a trash of the country,” sounded a rough breath from the nose of Yos, “ my childhood was originally happy, and I was, destroyed because of the father who was then a gambling slave.”
The bitter memories of childhood flashed back in his mind, leaving Yos silent for a while, the saliva that was swallowed soaked in the throat felt stale, every time the man reminisced about his childhood.
Just this time Winda saw the serious facial expression of a Yos Hidayat, “not good in the parents, however they remain your parents,” advises Winda.
Once again Yos breathed, his eyes were flat, “since childhood my parents never educated me, even elementary school I did not have time to finish, but at that time I was only the only child. From the age of 15, I started going to jail. At first the place was very painful, but as time went on, I was able to adjust. It was in prison that I was truly educated. If only I had never been to prison, I would have been a fool. In prison I found tranquility. For me, prison is like my own home,” Yos said.
Winda was silent without a word as if he did not believe in hearing Yos' confession, just a moment ago. Unimaginable by Winda, the bitterness of the old life that the man had passed through.
“This is your phone, contact your parents. Tell them you're okay. You're lucky there are both parents,” Yos held out a cellphone owned by Winda that he confiscated yesterday.
From yesterday, Yos did not allow Winda to carry, even touch a mobile phone if he wanted to survive the threat that now lurks his life, but now Yos handed over the phone owned by Winda so that the girl could contact her family.
“Remember.! Call your family only, do not occasionally contact anyone other than your family!”
The chief of the Winda nodded quickly, hearing a stern warning from Yos. It looks like the man got up, moved from the front of Vinda, wanted to pay food to the shop owner.
