
The two policemen finally invited Tuti accompanied by Mbah Yahya to go from Gugun's apartment to the police station. While Gugun chose not to come because he thought it was a waste of time.
Initially Tuti himself did not want to be taken, he was afraid that he would be imprisoned. But Mbah Yahya who really wants to help him—say that everything will be fine, and he will help as much as possible so that Tuti is free from the snares of the law.
In addition, Mbah Yahya also hired a lawyer who will help him take care of all the problems. Perhaps, there was still a gap for Tuti to be able to defend himself.
Now, Mbah Yahya and Tuti are sitting in a chair in the grievance room.
In front of them were two policemen. One of them is busy looking for information through a laptop and the other is doing voice recording.
Tuti's statement should they record, who knows it will be necessary.
It turns out that after it is known, it is true, the name of Astuti on the ID card was originally female. It's just something strange, because in the NIK number there are two different names.
Astuti and Alesha Wirawan.
"Did Miss change her name?" ask one of the police. He is currently sitting in front of the laptop.
"Yes, sir," Tuti replied as he nodded. "But Astuti's name has been legally changed and I have evidence from the court."
"What was your name, Tut?" tanya Mbah Yahya was curious.
"Alesha Wirawan, sir." Who answers the police.
"Lho, what's a good name for Astuti? What are you, Tut! Sweeter Alesha everywhere" commented Mbah Yahya while shaking his head.
"I changed the name for a reason, sir," Tuti said, turning his head.
"What's the reason?"
"Because I have never been happy in my life under the name Alesha Wirawan." Tuti's eyeballs are back in tears. And so with his sad face.
"What happened to Alesha Wirawan? How can you not be happy with that name?" tanya Mbah Yahya was curious.
"Because Wirawan's name is my father's last name, and I hate him so much, sir." Tuti immediately cried.
Mbah Yahya immediately pulled a few pieces of tissue on the table, then gave it to him.
"Do you hate your father?"
Tuti nodded.
"But why?" ask again. If Mbah Yahya kepo directly thrashed.
"Because he never loved me, he even considered me not his son. He's very mean, sir." Tuti immediately burst into tears. Mbah Yahya who sat beside him reflexively hugged, then rubbed his back gently.
"Kok he can't love you? Is there a reason?"
"There is, but I don't want to tell a story." Tuti shook his head then touched his chest which felt tight. "It's too painful, sir. I don't want to remember it anymore either."
"Well, if you don't want to tell a story, it doesn't matter." Mbah Yahya stroked Tuti's hair gently. "But why did you change your name to Astuti? Women's names are many. Suppose Nikita Willy, Aura Kasih or Cinta Laura, that's a lot cooler than Astuti" he suggested. According to Mbah Yahya, the name Astuti is too cathro in modern times like this.
"Oh .. pantes." Mbah Yahya nodded.
"Well, now we'll discuss the matter. Try Miss Miss's own version of the story," asked Mr. Police in a thick mustache. Who sat in front of Mbah Yahya.
Tuti nodded and swallowed his saliva first while breathing roughly. "I met Mr. Gugun four times, counting on today. The first time in the car, when I accidentally hitchhiked because I was afraid to meet my Sister-in-law. Keas—"
"I'm sorry I cut," interrupted Mr. Police quickly. "Why is Miss afraid to meet Sister-in-law Miss? Is he a bad guy?"
"Yes." Yeah." Tuti nodded. "He used to want to harass me, sir. But unfortunately ... Mom and Dad don't believe me. They even thought I was just an adept."
"Why not just report to the police?" his suggestion.
"I have no evidence to report."
"Well, now go on" said the Police Officer, moving his head.
"My body was telling me why Mr. Gugun suddenly unbuttoned his shirt, and the only thing on my mind was that he was trying to rape me, sir," Tuti explained. "That's why I punched Mr. Gugun in the face, until he thought I was being violent. I really wanted to save myself, though," he later added.
"It seems .. true what Mr. Yahya said earlier, you two just misunderstood," said Mr. Police who began to digest all these cases, he said, although the story from Tuti's version says not yet fully he knows. "Miss Astuti thinks Mr. Gugun wants to harass at the beginning of the meeting, but Mr. Gugun himself considers Miss as a man, so he who does not accept plans to punch back when you meet again. Unfortunately at that time ... Miss tried to escape from Mr. Gugun, so she accidentally held the shirt and made Miss's shirt torn."
"The tearing shirt scene was the third meeting, sir," Tuti said straightening out. Something was wrong with what the police said. He also did not want to miss all the events that had happened, so that the police would consider it. "The second pair even Mr. Gugun was kind to me, even flirtatiously giving a suit on the grounds that I might need."
"But Mr. Gugun said that he only met Miss twice, and the second time that he came here to report Miss," said Mr. Police.
"I've met him three times, sir. Both are fitting boss I married," explained Tuti insisted.
"But Mr. Gugun has clearly confirmed that you met only twice" said the Police Officer. Differences in opinion became commonplace, he did not bother about it. "But whatever it is .. essentially you just misunderstand, should make peace so as not to prolong the problem. Let's end this meeting, Miss can go home so that later I will give an explanation to Mr. Gugun."
"Aren't I going to jail?!" tanya Tuti with sparkling eyes. Her face turned cheerful.
"Not for now. But just wait for the next news," said Mr. Police wisely. "I also want to tell Miss .. Miss should change her appearance like a woman in general, because the trigger for this problem is the appearance of Miss. Even my colleague and I. .. initially thought Miss was a man." Looking for a moment at his professional colleague who was nodding his head.
"Tuh, Tut." Mbah Yahya chimed in. "Ngapain also you look male, even though if you dress and wear female clothes you must be beautiful. So Gugun wouldn't have seen you shit."
"I don't want to!" tuti firmly while shaking his head. "I'm more comfortable wearing clothes like this because I avoid sexual harassment."
"But what is the evidence? You wear a man's shirt still you think Gugun is harassing" Mbah Yahya said. What he said is true. "I don't think it's a problem that you look like a girl, because you're a girl. Yes maybe in order to avoid male basket eyes you can wear closed clothes," he suggested.
"Do you mean that my father should be in a hijab?" Tuti's eye brows seemed to be linked. Though covered clothes are not always associated with hijab, but there are good ones as well.
"It is better, wear a veil when necessary" advises Mbah Yahya.
"I don't feel at home, sir." Tuti. "Sholat only I still pray, even most do not pray. I'm ashamed of the hijab."
"Not in Islam hijab is mandatory for Muslim women who are already puberty, huh?" mbah Yahya said, which is again true. "About prayer nggaknya 'kan it depends on each faith. So don't ever blame her veil for still sinning, but it should be with a hood .. make you change yourself."
...How the business, shaman discussed the problem of sin 🤣 like Mbah must change profession deh😆...