Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 69 ~
The days went as they should. Nothing is left unturned about the usual activities Lala and I do. Go to school while I go to the office.
The difference is that there is no Bima mas that accompanies our activities for almost one week.
Because of her busyness, Bima also rarely calls, making me every day have to prepare the sentence to give understanding to my daughter.
"Dad no longer called Bun?" Lala asked for a moment after feeding the rice into her mouth.
"Not yet"
"Dad why now the phone is rare, I don't love Lala?"
"Well, how did Lala say that?"
"His phone father was on Lala's powder"
"His father is busy, son, Lala is patient, doain father keep let go home quickly. Kan Lala heard for herself, yesterday I gave a message to Lala while crying. I love Lala, I miss her too, but I have to make money so that Lala can continue to go to school" I grabbed Lala's character glass and brought it closer to her mouth. "Drink first son"
The boy said, starting to gulp water slowly in the glass.
"Lala must love the father yes, so a good son who is obedient to the father"
Lala nodded as she continued to gulp down the drinking water.
Honestly, I feel sorry for Lala, but how else, Bima can not prioritize us at this time.
I myself feel anxious about his safety. Although trying to calm down, but still fear stuck in my mind.
A few minutes passed just like that, I still lamented Lala's sadness while continuing to finish my breakfast.
"The maem is bun"
"Happy?"
"Here" said Lala briefly, then grabbed a glass and drank the contents.
"Lala wait in the middle room, mother take the same bag car keys in the room"
"Yes"
"One more, son"
Lala looked at me seriously. "What?"
"Next mother can not look Lala to school"
"Why?"
"Mother is busy at the office, but mother promises, later mother comes early to pick up Lalala, continue the night we play"
"Daddy is busy, mother is also busy" He said.
"But I'm the same mother as Lala"
"Yes bun, Lala knows" The boy got off the chair and stepped out of the dining table area.
I'm sure Lala's mood must have gotten worse. But today I really can not look Lala, I will come to the court to represent Bima mas. Listen to the reason why Hana wants to take Lala away from her
our.
Mbak Nining who took breakfast with us just silently listened.
"Ning, I leave first, take care of the house, later if lunch time please prepare lunch for Jim mas, let me later do not need to order food from outside"
"Good ma'am"
I think Nining quite understand, he learned from Bima's bik Nani who has been working on mami since childhood.
"Thank Ning. I live first"
"Yes mom both. Be careful on the road"
****
I made a deal with Rosa's brother and his team at the state court.
After taking Lala to school, I'll be in the office for a while after that permission to attend the hearing.
Since the trial will be held at ten o'clock, I can finish the office work first. But instead of my work being reduced, I couldn't finish as soon as I could, because my mind was completely messed up. My brain keeps thinking about the worst possible outcome of the trial.
Until the time showed at 9:40 AM, I quit my job and I gave it to Riska. We are used to giving up our work with the intention of helping each other. Although not completely resolved, at least there are those who represent doing our tasks. Likewise with Riska, if she has a need, I am the one who is asked for help to complete her work. And because we're used to doing work on the country's financial statements, we don't have any difficulties or we can't. It is like something we do every day, which makes us good at it.
The distance of the court with my office is only about ten minutes, because almost state offices are in the district. Starting from the land tax office, Samsat, district offices, polres, public hospitals, and also religious courts and state courts.
And right now I'm sitting in a room that makes me a little nervous and anxious. The courtroom to represent Bima kept Lala within our grasp.
Here, I only testified on charges from the mother Hana who was accompanied by a lawyer and her sister.
From the look on the face of Mbak Hana and Gesya, it is Gesyalah who is more insistent that Lala switch in foster care by mbak Hana.
I don't know, that's just my guess.
"I object if my son is foster by a couple whose work almost every day quarrel, Mr. Judge"
I was stunned to hear Hana's words. How could he say that when all this time he lived abroad.
"Even during the two years of marriage, they slept separately, what would be my son if foster by parents who have unhealthy relationships, obviously would have a bad effect on the psyche of my child in the future"
"How do you know about my client's domestic relationship, while you live abroad, Ms Hana?" sis Rosa's question represents my question.
"I heard myself from my son, my sister who has been talked to Lala, my sister also recorded the conversation between my sister and my child"
My heart suddenly thrashed. Right, it turns out that all this time Gesya used Lala to be questioned. Find out information about our household.
Is he happy with my bad home?
Is he worried that my relationship with Mas Bima will change in a better direction?
"I asked for the tape to be played" said a female judge named Andara. I know from the nickname that's plastered on the right chest.
One minute later, we both heard Lala's voice.
"Yes onty, Lala is sad dad and mom fight, Lala is sick"
"Same mother did you fight why?"
"Lala doesn't know, but Lala heard that you were leaving. Lala's afraid of onty"
"Lala don't be afraid there's onty. Oh yeah, are you and your mother still separated?"
"Still onty"
"It's okay, Lala don't be sad anymore, there's an onty that will accompany Lala"
The footage, it seems, is incriminating for us to defend our daughter.
After I finished hearing Lala's story through voice recordings, I was asked by the judge to explain the conditions in our house.
"There is no violence in our household, sir" I said. It is in fact like that. "Wife's husband is natural with quarrels, but we can always cover it from our daughter. We ourselves do not want to make our child psychically shaken. Although we try hard so that the quarrel is not known by the children, but what is our power if they suddenly caught it. And I think not only my household has experienced this, other couples must have also experienced what we experienced. But after that, we tried to reassure our daughter that what she saw did not lead to violence"
"But if it's protracted" cut Hana's lightning mbak. "Out of course for up to two years, my son must have been traumatized for a long time"
"But that's not true, sir. My husband and I are trying to make our daughter feel protected and happy"
"But why did my son get to the hospital?" Hana's gaze was so angry. His eyes even reddened and glazed, was ready to launch a clear melt from his eye fertilizers adorned with false eyelashes.
"I, as the mother who gave birth to her, felt sad to hear the story from my sister" The highlight was getting sharper, like being stemming hatred for me.
"I don't accept the judge" he added, accompanied by water that slid down his cheek.
"But my client's household is fine, judge sir. So far there is no trauma in the child, he even loves his mother very much, enjoying his togetherness with his father and his mother" Rosa tried to express her opinion.
"She does love her, but what if her relationship with her husband continues to deteriorate? That would definitely have a bad impact on the daughter of my client" lawyer Mbak Hana tried to fend off the defense of sister Rosa.
"I've told my client's household is fine"
"Then what about the boy who said his father slept in a different room? You heard it too, didn't you?"
"It's just a narration from a little boy" brother Rosa's sergeant corroborated his argument. "In reality my clients sleep in the same room, their relationship is the same as husband and wife in general"
"It could have been just pretend, because we were intending to take over custody"
"Pretend you said?" Sis Rosa is like running out of patience, looks once from the veil of her face that heats up. "A sacred relationship, what's the right thing to do, playfully?"
"Yes, of course, only Bima and Arimbi's mother know how bad their marriage is"
Honestly, I was dizzy hearing their words.
I feel ashamed too. Aib who should only me and Bima mas know, disgrace that has been trying to close as much as possible from the public eye, today their ears actually hear it. And how can they shamelessly indulge in the disgrace of the household of others for the sake of a mission? A mission to take a child?
I myself feel cornered by their arguments. It turns out that Hana's parents made my toxic household two years ago the reason for taking Lala from us
A hammer knock made us speechless, I who was daydreaming immediately realized and returned to concentrating.
"Hear everything that has been said at the hearing today" said the presiding judge in a firm tone. "We will evaluate to give the best verdict. And for the next hearing, it will be held seven days later with the agenda of presenting disputed children"
One by one we came out of the courtroom, I who felt dizzy and nauseous, immediately directed my feet towards the toilet.
I tried to spit out the contents in my stomach but could not, only the liquid I was able to remove.
The number of thoughts that continue to struggle spoiled in me, as well as being able to ravage the contents of the head, making my stomach seem to refuse food that comes in.
Sighing deeply, I wiped my mouth using a tissue. Suddenly from the reflection of the mirror, I found Gesya behind my back smiling mockingly.
The woman stood beside me, then opened the water faucet and washed her hands.
"This is just the trailer, Arimbi!! The real movie hasn't started yet" Sarkas said, sounding threatening.
"I can definitely recapture the attention of Lala and Mas Bima"
After saying that, he faced me, then brought his mouth closer to my ear.
"I will definitely make Bima mas marry me" He whispered.
My body reflexes turned to face the right side.
"What are you gonna do?" ask me without further ado.
The woman who still displayed a cynical look smiled meaningfully.
"It's not exciting if I tell you now. For sure, Bima and I will share sweat and give each other satisfaction"
Lost control, I spontaneously slapped his left cheek. The woman automatically turned her head to the side, while my chest moved up and down, my breathing also blowing irregularly.
"This pain is not comparable to what you will feel later" he said sharply, holding his cheek that I slapped earlier. "I'll take your slap this is an impingement on your inability to resist me"
He smiled smirk before then stepped away leaving me who was made to sculpt.
While trying to regulate my breathing and heart rate, I walked limped out of the toilet. But in the midst of my steps that were getting close to Rosa's sister, suddenly my vision blurred.
For a second I stopped my legs from holding onto the wall.
Closing my eyes, all of a sudden all seemed to be burning bright reddish with half my consciousness that I could no longer control.
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