Cyandra
New life of Hatta.

A middle-aged man who was none other than the Hatta pact was sitting pensively in the corner of the iron bars.

Orange clothes that are identical to the inmates already appear attached to his body.

The decision hearing for Hatta's sentence is still 1 month away, but he has been detained for a further period of investigation.

He seemed to wait for someone, some times his gaze occasionally stole a glance towards the front door of the entrance towards his cell.

Not infrequently, every policeman who passed in front of his cell he always asked the same question.

"Sir, has my wife and child come...??" asked Mr. Hatta whether he had been to how many times he asked.

"Aren't you bored.???, ask that's it..!!, if anyone comes to visit, I must have brought him here", sniff the police while leaving the Hatta pact.

His gaze again bowed as if not expecting the situation now.

"Maybe it's just a treasure that they look at from you.!!, pity this old man", cried another prisoner mocked Pak Hatta non-stop.

Even the bruised faces on Hatta's face and arms show that he has been harassed in his cell.

"Breakfast..!!, breakfast..!!, do not scramble or I will isolate you.!!", exclaimed a policeman carrying a tray of breakfast for the inmates.

All inmates devoured their food with his favors.

With a potluck side dish, but their expressions showed as if they were eating with a hens and fish.

But unlike the Hatta pact, he only looked at the food in front of him.

Her stomach was hungry, but her hands could not reach her.

Her tears are dripping.

Even his body now looked thin dry.

"Heh old man.!!, if you don't want to, let us eat it" said an inmate snatching food from the hand of Mr. Hatta.

"But I'm hungry" said Pak Hatta lirih holding his stomach.

"If you just look at it, your stomach will never be full.!!!, this rice will not just enter your stomach...!!", an inmate makes the others laugh.

A policeman came to their cell back.

"Well..!!, good food sir, for dong", exclaimed an inmate wiping his drooling dripping.

"You are very quick when it comes to food, ' this is someone's delivery for one of the inmates here" said the police.

All the prisoners immediately rushed to the cell door.

"For me it is sir.!!", exclaimed an inmate extending his hand while crammed with his other inmates.

"No, this is for Hatta" the police exclaimed, leaving all the prisoners silent and turning towards Hatta's pact.

"For me sir", exclaimed Mr. Hatta in disbelief.

"Come here, take this.!!", exclaimed the policeman handing the lunchbox to the Hatta pact.

Pak Hatta stared at the lunchbox with a twinkle.

While the other inmates are ready to seize him.

Straight away, Pak Hatta cradled his lunchbox very tightly and cheated on the corner of the cell.

"Quiet.!!, you also get rations, even all the police also got a part of it" said another policeman who came to carry two boxes of food for all of them.

Pak Hatta immediately opened his lunch box and immediately devoured a delicious meal that he had not tasted for a month.

Just draped a piece of fried chicken alone makes the Hatta pact cry in his making.

"Definitely Queen and mami" said lirih Pak Hatta wiped his tears while spending food in his lunch box.

Since then, once a week there is always food coming to the police station with a large amount.

Even because of the shipment, Pak Hatta never got bullied again from his other inmates.

"Let this old man be peaceful here, no one to disturb him, if his longevity we will also get good food even if only once a week", said one prisoner gave orders to another.

Since then, Pak Hatta always waited for the shipment with a face of sumringah.

The burden on his mind was slightly reduced because of the routine delivery.