NAURA'S SECRET BEHIND THE PRISON BARS
Affandi Investigation In Kampung Page Naura

Affandi standing in front of Naura's childhood home. With eyes, as if imagining. How the life of Naura is small and teenage.

A very simple house. Semi-permanent even the building. The bottom is red brick. It hasn't been plastered in half. While the top half plywood half room.

Although very simple, but looks neat, clean and neatly arranged. So comfortable with a terrace that is only covered with cement and natural stone outfits add to the style of the rustic characteristics.

Affandi again imagined the face of Naura. Then try to imagine Naura when she was young.

Naura is beautiful, cheerful and a little spoiled. Maybe, thought. As in most teenage girls.

A middle-aged woman in her 50s suddenly came out of the house. His eyes collided with Affandi who immediately nodded with a smile.

"Will she be Naura?"

"I am yes! Who is it?"

"Include me, I'm Affandi Rajata. I'm Naura Salsabila's lawyer. Can I have a chat with my mom?"

"Mas from Jakarta?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let's go in, mas!"

Affandi followed the owner. The entrance is quite spacious because there is no barrier between the living room and family room. Plus the room was empty without furniture and also electronic devices such as television. Totally empty springing. Like a futsal field.

"Sorry, our house is like this!"

"It's okay mom! Just like my parents' house too!"

"Where is the real one?"

"I'm from the city of Flowers, ma'am! Including living in the hinterland, not the city area!" affandi said with a smile.

He sat down on the floor with a unique woven mat and he rarely saw in the capital.

Naura's mother served her a glass of water and a small plate containing some clorot cakes.

"We only have this, ma'am! Please taste!"

"What's this, ma'am?"

"Clorot, mom! Hehehe.... Just saw ya?"

"Hehehe, yes!"

Affandi took one piece. Slowly opening the shell of young leaves of the coconut tree.

"I guess it tastes salty like lepeut. It turns out legit sweet huh, ma'am?"

"Hehehe.. yes, mas! Hope you like it!"

"Enak ma'am! I liked. Thank you!"

"Sama-sama, mother! Sorry, coffee and tea are over. So just treat the water."

"It's okay, koq! This is more than enough, Mom! Sorry, I'm not here with Naura's mother's daughter!"

Naura's mother looked down. The tears slide down one by one. Sadness immediately covered it.

"Mother?!? Sorry, if my arrival bothers and makes mom sad!"

"Is this the police?"

"No. I'm Naura's lawyer!"

"What is the lawyer?"

"I am the lawyer Naura Salsabila, mother's daughter. I'm in charge of helping his case until the trial and hammer the judge's verdict."

Naura's mother immediately held both of Affandi's hands.

"So you can help Naura?"

"InshaaAllah, ma'am! That's why I'm here. I want to find evidence that could ease Naura's punishment. Please help mom!"

"Yes, mom! Please help my son!"

Affandi nodded, assuring. He pulled out his automatic recording device. Pressing the on button, then correcting the position of sitting cross-legged facing his mother Naura.

"Mother, Naura is mother number 2 and youngest daughter too?"

"Yes, mom!"

"What is the first mother's son? How different is his age from Naura?"

"His name is Ayuni Kartika. 8 Years old with Naura."

"Oiya, sorry, I haven't asked you. Where are Ayuni's father and Naura now, ma'am? Still in the garden?"

"Father is dead, my mother! A year after Naura married."

"Oh! Sorry... I don't know mom! I'm so sorry."

Naura's mother smiled, although her two eyes seemed to be glazed over. It seems he is re-enacting his sadness. At first glance it was very similar to Naura when she was about to cry.

"Ayuni is married and has one child. She lives next door with her husband. Naura has also been married in the capital with her husband.

Until there's a police officer who came here, tell me that...hhhh... if Naura goes to jail for killing her husband."

Break her tears for a moment. Her tears were shed with the roar of her heartbreaking cry.

Affandi let her mother Naura cry in order to be relieved after spilling all her grief and grief.

"Naura's fine, ma'am!" affandi said after seeing the middle-aged woman's cry subside.

"Hhhhh.....! I can't imagine, my daughter is in jail. Must have suffered a lot!"

"Hehehe.... The Father who gave me that name! I worked in the city when I was a bachelor! He was obsessed with the names of the capital's artists."

Both smiling.

"What, Naura ever had a boyfriend other than her husband?"

His mother just shook her head.

"Naura never dated. Even if a close friend of a man, there is only one person... Ishmael's name. Ishmael was married and had two children. He's our neighbor's son. That's his house on the right."

"They're so close to the relationship? I mean first!"

"Yes Naura and Ismail are the same age! Schoolmates and madrasas since Elementary School, Junior High School and High School.

Almost every day we go to school together. We even did PR together. Like brothers, sometimes fighting like dogs and cats!"

Naura's mother shrank her tears. That sweet memory felt stifling her chest.

"After High School, Naura went to work?"

"Naura, had come with her sister first. But.. because... mmmm..... Naura was taken away by Datuk Irhamshah's son when she was about to be married."

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"Yes, yeah,.... Her sister-in-law is in love with Naura. Datuk wants to marry Naura. Ayuni had also agreed to it at that time. But,... there was his first son Datuk came...and took away Naura, mas!"

"You mean mother, Datuk Irhamsyah is Ayuni's husband? Did you witness the incident directly? And did not act or prohibit Datuk-Naura's marriage?"

"Mother can't come. Only the father must come to be his guardian, at that time!"

"I see, mom and dad seem to be very obedient to your daughter-in-law. But more precisely fear. Why?"

Mother Naura was silent. His fingers twisted the ends of the cloth he was wearing.

"Father has a lot of debt, Grandpa!" said slowly. Back sobbing.

Affandi took his breath. Lengthy. His eyes looked outwards. Observing the quiet surrounding scenery as if without life.

"Everyone here is farmed on average, ma'am?"

"Yes. Young people on average go out to make a living in the city. It's so quiet a village, mas!"

"May I ask again about my father and grandfather, ma'am?" Naura's mother nodded her eyes at Affandi.

"Why do you owe so much to Grandpa?"

"It all started with a long drought. Our garden is drought. The results of the rice fields also failed miserably, while we bought seeds by taking credit in the village granary mas!

Our village head at that time was angry with you, because you could not pay the debt.

Then..... For some reason, Datuk who is the village head next door actually gave the father a lot of loans. He said it was pity to see the father who was apes!"

"Mr often gets another loan. Although sometimes you can't pay the debt that you used to. And finally, Datuk Irhamsyah asked Ayuni to marry him as a guarantee of debt."

"So, Ayuni married Datuk it is not because of mutual love? But because of compulsion?"

"Yes. Ayuni was angry at first not to accept. But...., what else? If you are unable to pay the debt, you will be reported to the pamong praja and thrown into the village prison. Our rice fields and gardens will also be confiscated."

"They're married now?"

"Yes. Although Datuk likes to marry other women, but Ayuni survived until now. Ayuni is now the first wife of her position. Others are dead, some are divorced."

"Hhhhh......"

Speechless Affandi hears the story of his mother Naura. He recalled the sad face of Naura. The beautiful but dark face was evidently harboring so much sadness.

Affandi said goodbye to Naura's mother after almost 3 hours of conversation. His current destination is Ismail, a close friend of Naura's.

A hard-faced man full of strokes and indentations greeted Affandi well when greeting and introducing himself . He held a sweet little girl about 2 years old.

"Mas is Ismail khan huh?"

"Yes, I own the mas!"

"I, his lawyer Naura Salsabila!"

Ishmael immediately changed his face. He called her a name, which turned out to be his wife. In order to bring in his youngest child and provide drinks for guests, he said.

"How's Naura doing now, mas?" he wondered after his wife went inside.

"Hhhh.... Now Naura is fine! His case is still under police investigation. Not yet tested!"

"A week ago there were also some police officers who visited Naura's house. And I also asked him! But I am his little friend. Never saw Naura again since she got married in the capital!"

"Is that right?"

"I mean, we both broke up. Mmmm he means, never again rebuked since Naura got married!"

"Mas loves Naura?" Paleness immediately Ismail got a question like that from Affandi.

"What is Naura telling you?" askalanya.

Affandi stared at the second leg of Ismail's eyeball. Nervousness hit him so clearly for Affandi.

"Mas loves him but claps his hands, doesn't he?"

"No. Not just clapping one hand. But fate is not on our side." Ishmael was silent when his wife came out with a tray in her hand.

Ismail's wife presented Affandi and Ismail each a black coffee and a plate of wick bread that was still hot billowing.

"Please drink coffee!"

"Thank you, ma'am!"

The two men sepantaran then ants with coffee and boiled cassava which is a mantul couple for friends to chat.

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