DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Initial, JA...?!

It was an unusual morning, an unnatural morning. And I was forced to open a media portal that I had left for almost a few months, because it was almost in the last two months I was resaign of the story portal, although it was called back, because it was almost, I chose to keep leaving work that I felt was not healthy with the state of the work team, not as usual, he said, when Mr. Amir declared his company was bankrupt worth the price of one of the latest Maserati Gran Cabrio cars. We were also mass-fed, and some of the options were called back, although given per article wages, it was limited to only two articles per day.

Which became my burden, after the emergence of the name of the new editor-in-chief so that we the content writers have to write some articles, and only two are chosen. Then the remains of the rejected article were accompanied? This is the new face of the content mafia who casually harasses the world of writers, we seem to be castrated, which later the rest of the article he uses to write on other websites, is really a predator. Since then, I have decided to leave a job that only makes dairy writers with wages that are considered far from decent.

Breathing my curiosity about the incident semalem, I found the news on a news site that is fairly fast in presenting the warmest news, and this is what I got, and this is what I got, that incident was the arrest of a murder suspect.

It says victim named, Louis is a private employee and there's a statement from

an Amel, that his lover met his death in the boarding room of West Jakarta.

The chronology I have not read more fully and the perpetrator himself uses the initial name that makes me more curious. And I immediately took the initiative to contact a friend who served in the West Jakarta Police, his name is Imam.

“Mas, where is it?” Ask VIA phone opening conversation. “In the office, again Dinas. Tumben loh phone, what is it?!”

“Not a collision but it is again need overnight arrest information.”

 “Hahaha, abisan loh if there is no need to males phone cave-kan. Yes, there was an arrest in the village loh, the perpetrator of the murder.”

He laughed and indeed we were quite familiar, a childhood friend and also a Jama’ah from Ratib Al-Hadad, although now he is in uniform but still humble and does not know the boundaries between him as a police official, he said, with me who is just his playmate.

“If you may know, whose culprit is mas?!”

“If the culprit himself has not been a clay cave, but try the cave find out. Do you know?!”

“Maybe familiar, masssssa yes one RW not familiar! Just want to make sure no one is afraid of my best friend who was caught.”

“Ooooh.”

“If you have got initials and characteristics of the perpetrator please tell ya mas.”

“Siaaaaaap. 86!”

86, it's a cipher in the air or a radio call that means understandable, and I'm direct

find out who killed Luis, who was also the lover of my ex-wife Amel.

My premonition grew increasingly uneasy, and there was a big problem until later dragging my name.

Kontan, I called my other best friend and he knew the story.

“Amppppppppuun! Pulse pack up everything.”

Without thinking long I immediately filled the pulse, and what I expected was far from reality, the person I hoped could help me apparently his cellphone was inactive. As far as possible so that this case does not drag on, I have to find out immediately, who did it and I have to get more information.

“Mas, can you wait for me in the office?!”

“Oooh can not sir, there is an appointment after the office. Why?!” “I want to go there, find out more clearly who did it!”

 “Begini aja, tomorrow morning service cave and you can join the cave to the office, how?”

“Oooh alright, I wait tomorrow well? Let me go home.”

“Ok.”

I also closed the conversation with the agreement that tomorrow I go with Imam to the Police office . The late I was in worry, the more time one day it made me more uneasy and uncertain, and I was sure my name would be dragged into the trap of the law, because this is a severe case involving someone's life.

“Who is the owner of JA's section?! Why did he kill Luis?!” I asked in my heart, and I was afraid that Luis' death would lead me into the cell, dashing all my hopes if the perpetrator ever mentioned my name in the intro.

My dream will be buried in iron bars, my sentence will be carried out and it takes not enough time to be a year in prison, even a lifetime, according to Penal Code Article 340.

Wouldn't it be a shame if I was in jail for that long, what would be the fate of my father? My writing career, a film that is soon entering the final stage, then what about Vega ‘Pigeon Without Wings’ to which I am backing this dream?! No, I let it be taken by another man, and Mamah on my shoulder rests on prayer and hope.

Clockwise for me like a dynamite that will soon explode, every second so much that it makes me more restless, especially when the minutes change hours, into my own inner torment. The possibilities are in the head, there is a plan to escape, there is also surrender to the legal process in force, if I am found guilty and involved in the murder of Luis.

It was approaching dusk, and tonight I found no peace, hopefully not to discourage me from continuing to perform the ritual of the night, or by this incident to bring me closer to God, leave this matter to the Supreme Proprietor of a just Punishment. Only he can release me in this uneasiness

The sound coming out of the exhaust of the motor is whispering the ears, but almost in the middle of the night, my hunch is not good, my, not only one motorbike whose voice has been devoured by silence and lost in front of the house which is indeed the width of the road is not how much, enough two motors have made the current stagnate.

“The voice is dead in front of the house, what is it?” I started to get upset, afraid this was the continuation of last night's arrest, my heart pounding was getting more and more erratic.

And I was surprised by the sound of the person opening the door, almost without a sound.

“Heeeem, dad who woke up?”

“Huuuh!What because...akk...mmupa...adduh...!” Only that vocabulary came out of my mouth, and no one understood, and he had no regrets about not being able to speak. And I saw my father splitting all over his body to the right, and the visible gestures and facial features explained that he felt an unbearable pain in that part.

“Sabar yaa well, leave everything the same God. If my money royaty book goes down we check up to the hospital, or we look for alternative medicine again.”

And that's all I can say, how else? Indeed, in Jakarta treatment is free, but does not require no cost? Fortunately the cost of pacing and time is quite tiring and long queues, just for road treatment there should be at least two hundred thousand, money, to eat and snack the father who had to wait from after dawn and will only be called after the Zuhur Adhan, so many patients at the General Hospital.

Even taking the queue number can be opened three times, first at six in the morning, continued at 12 pm, after that at 3 pm. To get the queue number of the first fifty people, at least four hours of dawn must join the queue to enter the data of administration such as street medicine cards, as well as the attachment of the Family Card and ID card of the patient.

However, if the father's pain relapses like tonight, it is usually enough to wash it with rubbing oil, until the warmth of the oil makes him fall asleep. But not tonight, my father felt such terrible pain that he himself spanked and all his nerves were tense, normally his head would feel heavy and excruciating pain to the point that he would have to bleed from his mouth. I couldn't do much more than provide stimulation to his neck and head by reflecting on the most important parts he was in pain.

“Suuut the name of Allah!Allaaahs....Allaaahs...Allahs...Keep ya!”I led him to call Asma Allah.

This heart was pounding erratically, and the blood kept flowing profusely made me panic even more with my father's state. Plus the sound of people knocking on the door of the house, increasingly making the feeling of uncertainty. I saw a wall clock showing twelve o'clock at night, a guest I thought was unnatural.

My eyes beckoned Mamah to open the door, while I continued to lead Father

 saying thoyibah. The sound of the door getting louder he knocked, as long as no one has opened the door, maybe the sound will double, he said, it could be that almost half of his power he used just to surprise us to wake up from sleep.

Dad's breath was getting stuck, my mind was getting more and more out of shape, these tears kept dripping down, wetting my father's face that was lying holding his breath.

“Allaaaah...Allaaahs...Allaaah.continue to say the name of Allah!! Don't leave before Dad kisses Hajar Aswad, listen to that dad!!” My sobs broke, when I saw my father stretching his pain.

Mamah went to see a guest who no longer knew the time, and I saw from the opening of the curtain, at first glance two people wearing black leather jackets and pantofel shoes. Mama came back with an anxious face.

“Haidar there are four people waiting for you in front of the house.” “Who are they mah?”

I met them and left my father with a pretty serious condition, it felt like I wanted to take him to the hospital, but the doctor raised his hand with the father's condition with an infection in the head that is increasing, he said, keep and keep growing. It's his stroke attack for the fifth time, but dad's physique is still strong.

And this is the situation that is pressing me, one side I have to help my father through a critical period like this, on the other hand I also have to fulfill the call from the police as I thought, as I thought, I must have been linked in it.

“Allah Kariiiiim! Is there something wrong with my life? Is there any sin that I have committed to such a great extent whether it be a test, a trial or a warning from M. If this is a test, I will sincerely accept it if it is the way God wants to lift his servant. If even this is my life's ordeal, I will sincerely live a script of life that is so bitter.  If this were a warning from Allah, I would offer my repentance.”

It was too hard for me to leave my father, where my feelings as a child saw that my parents were facing a critical period but I just left it alone, what might be the law of intolerance with the circumstances I was facing. I'm trying to negotiate a temporary suspension of the due process I need to follow.

“I Haidar, and these gentlemen from polsek or polres?” I greeted them with a smile, though the four did not seem to return my smile at all. It may have been a certain rule or code of conduct for their unity, there was no tolerance for me whom they labeled as a murderer.

“We are from Polres.” Replied the thick-moustached, well-built man standing before me.

“Father wants to enter first or how good is it?”

“We have to take you to the office and please finish this business there only, our task is just to pick up brother!”

Without proper treatment, one of them was already holding my wrist, so strong that I was unable to move.

“Taaa..but sir, my father's condition is critical, can't it be taken a few hours?”

“Sorry, once again our task is just to take you to the office and finish the business there!!”

They have lost their empathy and there is no word of tolerance anymore, they look more savage than the look of his face which initially still does not look tense.

“Fathers can see for themselves how my parents are, he is being critical and this is talking people's lives.”

“Andaaa thighaam no?!!! If we say please finish the business at the office, please try asking for a suspension at the office!! Still don't understand?!!”

“Iya I understand!”

Could the officer reverse my words, that I am also involved in a murder case, is that not talking about people's lives as well?! And I tried to look back at my father's condition which made my body more helpless, from his mouth came more and more blood.

 “Mah, take it to the hospital! Call all the sisters! Hope nothing happens! Police officers cannot suspend the call.”

“Naaak, why do you have to be involved in this kind of problem anyway?! Mom doesn't know what to do..” Mamah's tears continued to wet her cheeks and the veil she was wearing.

“Trust me mah, Haidar will be fine and not like what Mamah expected.”

“But what about father naaaak?!! He's kritiiis!!”

“Give all the same God, surely he shows the best way. I say goodbye to them, hopefully this problem does not drag on and dad was back healthy!”

I removed the tears of motherhood that I knew how she was feeling, though she herself did not understand what she had to do to help her son. I kissed them on the forehead, as a sign that these tears would change. And I say goodbye to leaving a father who does not know how his fate will be, I leave everything only to God, although heavy heart I do, but the law has lost ‘ consciences’.

Flanked by two police officers and two of them guarding the back, but not necessarily I was involved in the murder, but already like the class criminals Dul Matin and Umar Patek.

I think this is too much, too dramatized or rather too ‘lebay’ just to call me must be escorted like a big bad guy. Well, maybe it's already a rule made of his unity, I don't know myself.

Right at midnight I arrived at the West Jakarta Resort Police station, I was put into a room, fixed at the entrance written investigator room which was attached to a board with a brown background. After handing me over to the investigation room, they just left me. One table looked empty, and next to me was a teenager who I estimated was only a dozen years old, ducking after the officer interrogated in a loud enough tone. Will I be treated the same?

And this is my first experience entering the legal realm, not the responsibility of article 340 which will ensnare me indicated to commit a criminal act of premeditated murder. To be sure I must be able to control my emotions and be able to answer the questions of the investigating officers whose faces are not much different from those who took me a while ago. Is there no better way to treat a witness or a suspect?!

Or indeed they no longer believe in the behavior of two-faced criminals, so what they do like that becomes. Pity if there are people who are not necessarily guilty, if treated as such or equated.

Now I'm confronted by a team of investigators who have brushed me off with a million words and questions. The fingers are ready to dance on the keyboard and record everything in writing on the computer hard drive. What is certain is that the face of the investigator is not the same as the SPG actually turned 360 degrees.

“Name?”

“Haidar”

“Bring

KTP?!”

Maybe he was reluctant to ask a lot of my complete identity, until finally choosing the Identity Card to write self data in a form that has been prepared and formatted in the new page, just enter the data. And then, continue to corner witnesses to confess if they are guilty.

Azas presumption of innocence that they are infiltrating, so for people who are first sitting in this hot seat, need enough mental readiness. And they began to maneuver me with this question.

“Know with JA for how long?”

“Mean father?! Who J.A”

“Junaidi Abdillah.”

Apparently that JA, the real name of Junaidi Abdillah, he's my best friend, I didn't think he was the culprit of all this. But how can he do, and I know who he is, only a person who is always struggling with the world of websites, programming languages and the same as me is too cool in front of the laptop screen, how could he have committed this murder? I am not sure and impossible in my mind.

“He's my best friend sir.”

“And according to his confession, you also know the victim?!”

“To be exact ever met and it was in one incident that was a disgrace for me to tell.”

“Where can you say a disgrace that you cannot possibly tell while the law requires you to be honest. Do you know Amelia's sister?”

“Well shall I tell you everything, from beginning to end. Amel was my wife, I don't know what the reason was that she was tempted by a man I know she told me about a man named Luis, I didn't think of a macem, for me Luis is the past of Amelia.

Unbeknownst to me, it turns out they were still in a relationship, until one day I found them having intercourse in the boarding room, and Junaidi Abdillah she was a friend as well as a place where I shared my story, and he knows everything I'm going through, there's no limit to us knowing each other. He often counsels me in kindness and patience, and vice versa.”

“But did you know that your best friend is a killer?!”

“Not at all, and never terbesit in his brain to kill.”

“But the reality?!!Aah all criminals can certainly talk like that, khilaf, kepepet and whatever his alibi. For us the murderer is still the murderer, even if he is a worship expert!!” The thick mustachioed man slammed the pile of papers, I don't know what he meant, bluffing or in order to knock me down mentally. I was undaunted to speak the true facts and there was nothing I added and subtracted.

I try to be familiar with their duties, there are already many people who pretend to be good but their hearts retain bad behavior, and it takes a long time to understand the character of someone. There are also those who look rebel but he has a sincere heart to share with each other. There is also a bad fight and he hid in a smile that I consider fake.

Three hours passed, I was not allowed to use a mobile phone, in my mind there was only a father with a groan of pain, I want to know how he is currently. But the investigator clean strongly forbade me to communicate with anyone during the investigation.

“You're Haidar's man, why cry. Can tears change the course of your destiny?”My whisper held back tears that almost spilled.

For further examination, I was detained by the police, it seems clear I made a statement that was not made up. Without any coercion from any party, there is no intimidation from anyone, and it is what it is. But why do I still have to languish in the holding room?!