Love of the Journalist
7. The Never Give Up....
...7. Never Give Up .......
Trained Kirei stepped foot into the office of Ditreskrimsus. I promised Mr. Wadir to make special coverage. Armed with a letter of duty and all supporting equipment coverage.
He sat on a wooden chair lined up in the hallway of the building.
Time still shows at nine in the morning. Several times he grimaced with the pain and soreness of the knee that was injured due to a fall last night. Mas ojol only lightly injured scuffed part of the arm. While he, the knee injury torn although not deep, the arms blisters and blue.
He forced to walk and work because the program deadline in front of his eyes.
Several times he looked down to check his phone. Reply to a few short messages and take a peek at his social media.
“Rei,” greet Mas Budi then come sit next to him.
“Udah long?” Ask.
“Lumayan.”
“Eh ... Your arm why, Rei?” Tanya Budi was worried while pointing at her arm.
“Ehee, fell Mas last night.” Cengengesan.
“Rei, Rei .. if you are sick we can cancel today's coverage.”
“Eh, not really, Mas. Just a scuff doang. It's really okay.” Sergey berkilah.
“What's the problem? Look, it's blue. Must be pain, right? How can the story fall?”
“Last night fit up ojol. There's a car that's grazing.”
Mas Budi looks head bobble, “You like to maxain yourself. I don't want you to suddenly faint like the time at Bhayangkara Hospital that time.”
He smiled wryly, “That time did not pass out, Mas. Just lemes. That's the first coverage. Now it's normal.” Leave it for today's coverage to keep going.
“Yes, sami mawon tho! Lemes almost fainted. Professionals are professionals .. but see also Sikon Rei. If again not fit gini can ngrugiin themselves even others, you know?!” Tandas Budi's.
“Iya deh .. Yes,” he thaws. Budi is the best partner. Understanding, good mind as the name suggests.
“A long time?” Ask someone with his trademark heavy and masculine voice.
“Not yet, Mr.” Answer Mas Budi.
“Come to my room,” invite Danang.
The two men walked with wide strides in front, while he was limped to walk behind.
They had disappeared behind the door, while he was still grimacing withstanding the stinging and pain of every knee he moved.
“Must be strong!” Mumbled.
“Rei!” Call Mas Budi who comes out again from behind the door.
“Lho, your legs hurt too? Why maksain gini!” Gerrutu Mas Budi but still help him walk. “We're off, today's coverage!” Her salad.
“Nothing, Mas. Suerr!” He raised his index and middle fingers to form the letter V.
“CK, basic! Ngeyel!” Decak Budi faced a stubborn girl like her.
They also entered the room of Mr. Wadir. But Mr. Wadir's eyes looked at him in wonder.
“Sit on the sofa!” Declared. Danang approached him and squatted right in front of him.
“Eh,” he said, kagok with Danang's spontaneous action.
“Why can it be like this?” Danang asked with focused eyes looking at her knees.
He was also on his feet, seeing his knee that had been bleeding to penetrate the 7/8 cream-colored pants worn.
“Last night fell, Pak was dragged,” replied Mas Budi who was still standing in front of him with a look of worry.
“Wait a minute,” Danang out of the room. He returned with a P3K box. “Should be treated quickly, if you can't get an infection,” he said by crouching back in front of Kirei.
“Sorry ...” Excuse me before raising his pants above the knee.
He who has never received such treatment. Suddenly a strange feeling covered him between tense, shy and.
Deftly and skillfully, Danang began to treat his injuries. Occasionally he grimaced with pain and pain.
The wound was cleaned with warm water, then the man pressed the wound with sterile gauze until the blood coming out stopped. After stopping the bleeding, smear the wound with antobiotic ointment. Then covered with a clean bandage.
“Already,” said the man as he stood up after finishing treating his wound.
Yet he just flinched. His gaze followed every movement of the man before him.
“The wound is just a small tear not deep. But later if the swelling and the more pain is better taken to the doctor.”
“Rei, still hurts?” Ask Budi.
He just opened his eyes after the sound of Budi entered his hearing senses.
“Gak Mas's. Uh ... thanks, Mr.” Awkward answer.
“If today cancel coverage is okay. We make another schedule later,” Danang proposal.
“Gak, Sir. Today can.” Sergeants quickly. He didn't want to lose any time just a small cut to his knee. Never give up!
“Oke.”
The interview begins. With all the obstacles and conditions, it was finally decided the coverage of sitting on the sofa.
Two hours have passed. The goal is now to meet the perpetrator at the police station.
“Good, I'll take you there. I need to be in Polda. But to interview the perpetrator there is a time limit. So try to be as effective and efficient as possible.” Advice Mr. Wadir while staying focused driving.
“Good, Sir," he said.
“So you guys want to go to that foundation?” Ask Danang.
“Iya, Sir.” Answer the man sitting beside the wheel.
“When?”
“Not yet, Sir. Maybe after this drug case's been cleared."
“Actually from our team have been there.”
“Oh, yes?” He was happy to hear that news. There may be new info.
“Yes, but the foundation only gave the address of his mother's brother. Because the one who handed over the victim to the foundation was his mother."
“With reason?”
“Economy. Both of his parents moved to the island of Sumatra. But the bus they were riding had an accident. And they include the victims who died on the spot."
He who heard the story was stifled. How not, it was also experienced when he was a child. He was abandoned by his beloved father in an accident.
“Why not leave it to the surviving mother, sir?” Ask Budi.
“Back again. About the economy."
He breathed deeply.
Arriving at the Polda rutan. He handed over a reporting duty and a permit to visit the suspect.
The 18-year-old girl looked haggard. Two days ago his face was covered in ninjas, now he could see clearly how his face looked.
Well-favoured. Plain.
Before the camera in action, he sat behind her. As per the agreement the perpetrator does not want to be highlighted full face camera. Although initially reluctant to be interviewed, but thanks to Mr. Wadir finally he wanted to too.
Oh, big thanks for you Mr. Wadir.
The interview went well despite a few things. Overall satisfied to see the results. He who deeply regrets his actions. With his sobs, begged not to tell his parents for his actions.
“Sa-I've embarrassed my parents, Ma'am ...” Said the girl.
Yes, so .. regrets always come too late. At the beginning of the registration, he said.
What more threats ensnare him. The eighteen-year-old girl was subject to article 114 paragraph 2 subs article 112 paragraph 2 subs article 132 paragraph 1 of the RI law no 35 of 2009 on narcotics with the threat of life sentence or die.
The girl is getting sobbing, “I'm not ready for the law of death. Sa-I haven't made my parents happy,” she said with a million regrets printed on her face.
"Then why are you willing to deliver the prohibited goods?"
For a few minutes the girl was silent and nailed, only her back seemed to shake. And sobs are heard.
"What is the lure of money?"
The girl nodded small, then shook her head. "I don't know if it's drugs" he said.
Punishment must be heavier. As couriers and dealers. Even did it twice. It could be that if yesterday was not caught he would still be the next courier.
The bleak youth. Should have been at a young age, the girl had fun with her high school friend probably. Or enjoying the lecture with the spirit of young blood. In fact, he had to go to prison to make amends.
Apprehensive. If he feels desperate because of the economy. Clearly very wrong. Or just blinded by pleasure?
He breathed his breath rough. His mind was upset and confused. Not upset with who? What is clear is that the various reasons put forward by the suspect have little effect on the view of life.
True fault of others makes us should be more grateful and make it the best teacher so that we do not repeat and fall into the same valley.
His body is very tired. After a long day of activities outside. He returned to the apartment at dusk to say hello. After cleaning himself in the bathroom, he laid his body on his soft mattress.
Tomorrow is reporting time. Tonight he should rest in peace.
Suddenly his eyes caught a picture of his family hanging on the wall. Photo together for the last time with my dad. Photo fourteen years ago when he and his loved ones were sightseeing in the flower garden of Malang.
“Miss you, Father.” He muttered while closing his eyes. I wish I could dream of meeting the father who I miss so much.
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Note :
The law on narcotics is downloaded from the legalonline.com page.
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