Respect Movement

Inside the Courtroom

In the morning, Mama asked me where I was last night, I explained that I went to the hospital to see Mr. Anwar. We had breakfast. Dad sat next to me. Face pale. I asked, he just said it was just tired. After breakfast I went to the office, because Mr. Umbarus called me from earlier.

“Road, Forgot if today there is a trial?” tanyanya was a little angry.

“Sorry Sir.”

“You call Mr. Regar, the file yesterday I entrusted him.”

“Good Sir.”

I called Mr. Regar.

Mr. Regar arrived at the office. We're heading to court soon. Not long enough, it was our turn. The judge opened the hearing. Today's agenda is Duplicate. The judge closed the hearing. We also went to the office. Not felt the day after the corruption trial back in the title. Mr. Umbargus told me to make some letters. Until ten in the evening we were at the office.

“Pak, I'm sorry. I cannot accompany corruptors,” I said.

“Do you say you can't?” said Mr. Umbargus high.

Mr. Umbargus was silent for a moment.

“Surely you will regret it if you cannot,” he said flatly.

“Sorry why sir?” my many.

Mr. Umbargus was silent.

“Sorry why?”

“You will regret, which you choose, follow or regret?”

The choice that broke my brain.

I'm out of the office. Then hurry home.

I have no other choice tonight. I can't sleep.

I slept full of burden.

Early in the morning I sat on the terrace. Then I invited my mom to breakfast. Suddenly Mr. Umbargus called me, telling me to go to the office. I haven't finished my day I'm gone. Mama was angry. Arriving at the office, Mr. Umbargus is preparing the files. I asked you yesterday. He didn't answer at all.

“You won't regret it later,” he said.

“We leave,” take Mr Umbargus.

Mr. Umbargus and his friend whom I did not know were talking in the car. Every now and then I glance from the rearview mirror at what they are talking about. We went to the court yard. The page is full of media. We got off the car. A few reporters gathered around us. Jostling. Faris saw me standing next to Mr. Umbargus. His eyes are constantly following me.

“Pak, how are you preparing for today's trial?” ask the reporter while holding the microphone.

“We from the legal advisory team are ready,” replied Mr Umbargus confidently.

“Is there a new suspect later?” ask the other reporters.

“We don't know, we'll see later.”

“How did you see this case? Mr's View?”

“I see my client is not at all wrong, so I am sure that a free verdict is the right thing to do. If the court sentences the prison, it means the judge is wrong,” said Mr. Umbargus loudly. “Thank you,” added Mr. Umbargus. The media gave us a way.

We're heading to the courtroom. The judge entered the courtroom. The courtroom was crowded with journalists. Today's agenda is the submission of witnesses from the public prosecutor. The judge called witnesses from the public prosecutor. When it was read, my father's name was mentioned, I was very surprised. My father walked down, not seeing me at all. My head feels like it's about to break. My father went into the courtroom. My father's sworn. Then I was asked about this case. Court's over. I don't know my father's status. After the trial I went to see my father. He apologized, then expected me to be his advisor. I'm speechless. There was a deep sense of annoyance in this heart.