Should We Get Married?

A Father's Promise

"Dad really gonna report it to the police?" I looked at my father who was preparing to leave for the police station accompanied by Yuda mas.

"of course. He must get the right reply for what he did!" said father firmly.

Just as Dad and I were going to say goodbye, suddenly four policemen came into my room. They came to pick up my father for the report of the abuse case against Juan Utomo.

"Sir .. don't take my father and my mas, sir. Please don't bring it, sir!" I tried to get out of bed, endure the pain so that I could keep the police from bringing my father and father Judah.

What other joke is this. How could Yuda's father and father be reported to the police for molesting Juan Utomo? Is the act of hitting a man who has hurt his daughter wrong? Which father was not angry when his daughter's honor was taken away. Likewise with a brother, he will not bear to see his sister hurt in such a way.

"Yu .. calm down first. Dad and Yuda are okay. Let us go to the police station, and we can report what the boy has done to you. You wait for Dad here. We'll be right back." promised Dad, he rubbed Pela. My head.

I don't know why, this time I felt so calm. There was a feeling that this matter was not playing around. Everyone knows who Juan Utomo's family is. The reports they make will definitely be followed up by the authorities. That was the reason why from the beginning I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to mention his name even though the integrating policewomen kept questioning me.

This is what I'm afraid of. When we're little people who don't have the power, we have to deal with big people who have the power. Can we get justice?

Too often I have heard or seen news in the mass media about the feuds of people who have different social status and who are won always have power.

***

It's been six hours that Dad and I are gone. There are no signs yet that they will return. I was getting nervous waiting for their return.

"Mhrs ... You're the same as Yuda, right?" ask me on Mbak Tika who is no less worried. He went several times in and out of the room.

"InshaAllah is fine." - Tika forced a smile. Maybe he doesn't want me to worry more.

"How could you guys think they're okay. They are dealing with a rich man who has a position. Surely father and mas Judah are in trouble," said Yuni ngedumel. "Party ... Why should it be beaten, obviously the son of a rich man, it's the same as digging his own grave."

"Then have to be flanked, ma'am? Greeted, invited to chat, treated. I see, mbak?" Ma'am Tika is upset at mbak Yuni.

"Yes that's not it either. You can report to the police without getting beaten. It's obvious he's a big man's son" muttered Yuni.

"Mbak .. The young man had already harassed Ayu. As the father and the mas, it was supposed that father and mas Yuda taught him a lesson. What was done was appropriate. It was fortunate that his legs and hands were not broken!" mbak Tika is inflamed.

"You're told you don't understand either. I understand you guys are mad at him, but what about beating him the problem is over? Don't you! We dug our own graves. Look now, what's going on. The young man can roam free. While father and father Judah must go to prison. Is that what you guys want? All of this must be carefully thought out. Don't just be emotional. Now niesel, right?" mbak Yuni said.

"Repent? No, we have no regrets at all. We were not satisfied to teach him a lesson!" tika's firm

"Aghhhh yes. It's up to you guys. I don't care if you go to jail or not. I just mind if my husband has to get involved in this!" mbak Yuni does not want to lose. "Look at Yu, everything is so messed up because you can't take care of yourself. Should go home from school straight home, don't swindle!"

"Astagfirullah Ma'am, can empathize a little?" tika is getting angry.

"I want to go back first. I want to find a way to get Judah released!" Yuni left us both.

Perih actually heard the words of mbak Yuni who blamed me in full. If only he knew, I would not want to experience this disaster.

"Not to take heart, Yu. Think of it as the wind. You know how his attitude mbak Yuni, ceplas-ceplos, if you say sometimes do not use a filter." Ma'am Tika rubbed my head.

"But what he said was true, ma'am. All because of Ayu. If only Ayu hadn't ...."

"Pstttt, don't talk that no. It's all happened anyway. Allah does not like people who wish." again he rubbed my head slowly.

Father ... Mas Yuda's. Forgive Ayu. I wiped the rough tears that came down without excuse.

***

Twenty-four hours have passed. Yuda's father and father are still in custody on the criminal offense. While the father's report has not yet received a response. Ms. Yuni was so angry with me, she thought I was the cause of all this.

"Mbak .. We go home now, yes." I said to Tika.

"Don't yu. You are still sick, your body is still weak." mbak Tika persuaded me to continue to undergo treatment.

But I insisted on going home soon. I want to meet Dad and Yuda. I feel so guilty. What Yuni said was true, all this because of me. Had it not happened, Yuda's father and father would not have gone to prison.

Because I kept whining, Tika finally collapsed as well. He took me home after two days of treatment. Physically, my condition has actually improved, only psychically I am still experiencing severe trauma. But right now there is a more important problem. I need to see Dad and Yuda.

Dozens of media members were waiting in front of the hospital. They were indeed waiting for my return to be asked for information regarding the news that I was a victim of the son of a prominent person.

"Are you sure you want to talk to the media?" ask Tika again.

"InshaAllah. Ayu wants to tell me everything so that father and mas Yuda get justice." I said.

"But Yu .. are you ready to accept questions that might offend you?"

"InshaAllah Ayu is ready, ma'am. It's okay, kok. We have no other way to free father and mother Judah. I don't want them both in jail any longer."

"Yu,"

"Mbak Tika just calm down. Ayu is strong." I forced a smile, trying to act ordinary even though my chest was rumbling. I'm really scared of facing all this.