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Bastian's Life in Prison
Wake up Rara brightin around you with your beautiful smile.
Police are trying to find out who tried to hurt Rara at Bardi Salim's request, urging them to find out who would do the cruel thing to her son-in-law and granddaughter.
Hartati. Bastian's mother was also hit, he fell ill, had lost his grandson had to see his son languishing in prison, and one side Viona was also unconscious.
The situation becomes complicated and runyam, while the real perpetrator has not been found.
Bastian inhabits a room that one room contained 12 people, can not imagine how narrow and stuffy place he occupied.
But because Bastian turned himself in and was nice and the police knew him too, he was not put in the room where the criminal was staying, he was put into the room in which is inhabited most of the mild cases –light, so he did not experience violence in the toilet.
Thinking of the prison made Hartati his mother very sad, imagining Bastian entering into the cramped room, even though Bastian had been used to living a happy and luxurious life since birth, his mother had already ordered the best lawyer to buy a room for Bastian. Not a secret anymore, there are rooms sold in the garage. Rooms are provided in prisons that are usually inhabited by wealthy people who do not want to live in the same room with other residents.
Hartati was willing to pay whatever the price, but Bastian refused, he chose to get his punishment for his actions, the incident not only changed his life and changed his attitude more mature.
He was very sorry, because he did not ask the truth first, hearing Viona hurt and unconscious also made him feel more guilty, now in his brain regret his reckless actions.
He just sat alone, occasionally he wiped his tears, every time he remembered the child in Rara's birth he would cry.
Sorry son, because I can't take care of you he murmured in his heart.
He recalled the signs Rara had given him lately. When he asked for a photo of maternity some time ago.
Rara said at the time, she was afraid of not being given the opportunity to have her pregnancy. That thing is true.
I should have followed him that day, Bastian said in his heart staring blankly at the wall.
The occupants of the room fortunately let it go and did not disturb him like that was his new life in prison, sitting still and painting, and painting,
Usually, as people say, if the prison is like hell, for the inhabitants.
The new residents will usually be worked out even in harassed.
But Bastian he did not experience violence but at this time, he tried to turn his mind to activities that filled his days by learning to paint. Learning to paint Rara's face while she was pregnant, because Rara wanted it so much since she was pregnant, Bastian unfortunately did not comply, because he thought it was not time to do the photo maternity because it has not passed from 7 months, then at this time he thinks a lot about it, he thought about it, maybe Rara already has a feeling that she will not go through her pregnancy until seven months.
In prison Bastian just a lot of silence and dumbstruck weight and his body dropped drastically and his face dull, life in prison makes him think a lot of things and do new things, he said, when his assistant arrived he asked for nothing but a drawing book and a pencil.
That day his assistant deliberately brought a lot of snacks and fruits, he gave it to one room, he just took a picture book and pencil trying to paint Rara's face, and he just took a picture book, it takes hard work for him because he has no skills.
Although many went back and forth to visit him, but he did not want to accept anyone both his mother and his friends, he considered the prison a place to meditate for him.
Only the assistant he received, almost every day he came to see the state of Bastian, even though the time is still at the limit, but still he can, he can, even he was willing to be put in the same cell as Bastian, in order to keep Bastian's boss, he said, but the handsome man did not want to, Bastian wanted the gleaming man, he said, connecting the outside world and prisons. More about treatment for Rara.
“Busy painting what bro,” asked a roommate Bastian, saw him waste a lot of paper, because it keeps failing.
Bastian held his head in frustration, handing over the paper without comment.
His hands quickly painted as Bastian wanted them to.
“Wah.. brother can do it?” bastian said when the paper managed to show the shape of his beautiful wife through the scratch of the man's hand.
since entering the room, Bastian just smiled and wanted to talk to them this time.
“It's easy, you can basic pattern first,” said the white-haired man taught him.
Since then he had a new activity in prison and the man became accrued with it.
In Bastian's room he finds many different backgrounds and many cases from various cases ranging from deceptive and deceived cases to trap
.
Even white-haired in the trap of his own son-in-law and his company was seized.
Bastian is like living in a new world using prison facilities ranging from the bathroom in front of the head while sleeping, toilet defecating next to them sitting, only on the wall partition half body.
Bastian did not care about it anymore, he just wanted to live like that, he did not receive the help of his family.
Hartati is like a stressed person thinking of Bastian in a prison room.
He could have moved Bastian to a nicer room.
But unfortunately bastian wanted it that way, he did not want to accept help from his family, he was like punishing himself.
Now he is waiting for a hearing he will receive a sentence, not sure how many years he will be sentenced. He hoped that Viona would not die, so that the punishment would not be severe, he hoped that the woman was fine, at least if she lived maybe the punishment would be light.
“Wake up my dear,” said Bastian said softly looking at Rara's painting.
The next night when he slept.
“Who did that to Rara? who did it?” Bastian asked, he wiped the sweat dripping hard from his forehead.
Almost every night, he had nightmares, accidents that Rara seemed to have been embedded in Bastian's subconscious, every time he closed his eyes the shadow of the fateful day was always coming.
So every midnight he would wake up, if it was like that he would not be able to sleep again.
To wait for the morning he would paint again, he would do to pass the time, for in order to sleep also he would not be able to sleep in that narrow room, they were already like boiled fish arranged.
In the prison room, when he was asleep, he returned to the body to meet the face that was fretting plus snoring, back of the body again met a face that smelled of sweat as well as peeling.
Can not imagine his usual life of luxury life, had to end up in a narrow prison, he tried hard though heavy, he just wanted Rara healed. He always whispered through words and prayers so that his wife could wake up again.
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