NAURA'S SECRET BEHIND THE PRISON BARS
PART Question For Question

"Hehehe.. sorry Naura! I was just kidding. I want to make you relax and comfortable!" the word Affandi made Naura stare sharply.

"After I'm comfortable, what do you want me to do?"

Naura's answer was very unexpected. The 31-year-old man rubbed his face. The woman who was now a widow before him was enough to make him a little depressed.

"I'm sorry, if my words sound spicy!" now Naura rectified her words by apologizing to Affandi.

"I know, you must be upset about my behavior. I gotcha! Even my lawyer resigned without telling me first. At the very least, I can still thank him for ever caring and being willing to help me deal with my weird case!"

Naura's words made Affandi smile. He admitted, the woman who is now his client is a smart woman. Seen from the cleverness he stringed the word until it could melt the inner blob that had been pounding on the tube.

"But if you're upset with me too, that's okay. Go, lawyer! I don't need defenders in the courtroom later!"

This time his words sounded apathetic. His desperation there. Making Affandi back to her thin smile.

"Naura! Are you so disappointed in your life?"

"I am my husband's killer. And I killed him. No more defense, because I'm guilty. Absolutely!"

"Aren't you afraid of being sentenced to death?"

"That's the consequence, isn't it? Life is paid for."

Affandi smiled down. He pulled out a recording device from his small bag.

"May I record our conversation, Naura?"

Naura did not answer. Just swallowed the saliva, then he nodded slowly.

Inner empty. His body seemed to weaken. His soul instantly tidied. Breaking cries. I don't know why.

After several weeks of being asked various questions from parties here and there. Even being yelled at and slightly intimidated did not make Naura flinch. But in front of Affandi, he has not been asked yet he has been so melted, his tears fell with a sad cry of heart.

Affandi is not a famous lawyer who sohor heard his name on television. Even Mungkij almost never seen his figure on a glass screen. His age is also young if juxtaposed with other lawyers who have fluttered his name in the Indonesian court.

But Affandi's approach made him want to 'borrow a shoulder' to tell all the burdens he had, and reduce the hardship he had borne.

Lama also Naura sobbed. About an hour less. Eventually, Affandi began asking questions.

"How long has Naura been married to a victim?" the first question that Affandi asked got a regular response from Naura.

"Ten years. When I was 21, we agreed to get married. With the blessing of my parents."

"A long marriage."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sorry, does Naura love him? Or are you married because there's coercion from the other side?" Naura daydreams. But immediately shook his head.

"No. I accepted her proposal for loving her. We're not dating. But we knew each other for a long time. Because her boarding house and mine are opposite. So we used to cross paths and throw jokes at each other!"

"Dikostan?"

"Yes. I work as a cashier in a clothing and accessories store. And he was also an employee in a ceramic factory located not far from the boarding house."

"Yes. Right!"

"How different are you from your age?"

"My husband is only a year older than me!"

Affandi. Like sorting out the word in his mind. About the questions he wanted to ask Naura.

"Are you happy to marry her?"

"We got married and are still working as usual. The difference is, our boarding house moved. To a wider place, of course. That could make us stronger in the household!"

"You happy, Naura?"

"of course. My husband is good and handsome too! Of course I'm happy!"

"You're still working even though you're married. Did your husband ever ask you to quit your job? Or does he keep telling you to work?"

"No! My husband is the one who gave me freedom. He left all the decisions in my hands."

"Then, since when do you have a house and move to a house that became the Place of Genesis Matters (TKP)?"

Naura silence. Playing his hand fingers. It was as if he was gathering all of his memories of his past.

"We saved together. Tighten the belt diligently fasting Monday Thursday, for the sake of collecting some money and being able to buy a house."

Naura was silent again. This time Affan did not ask again. It was as if giving Naura a pause in order to compromise with herself.

"Everything became reality in a short time of one year. There was a friend who offered her house at a fairly cheap price, because it was an old house and had fragile all parts of the building!"

Affandi thrusts Naura a glass of plastic mineral water. Naura drank it slowly.

"I'm still working until then. Although the location is quite far from the factory where I work and the store where I work, but Fendy and I are not discouraged. Moreover, there is also a friend who offers a used motorcycle that he can use as a means of transfortation we go to work."

"Given that he is only a year different from your age, is he a selfish husband? Or is your husband so dominant that you're so scared and obedient to him?"

"My husband's a good husband. Although he is a bit of a wacky and stubborn man, Fendy is not an authoritarian husband! We often have different opinions, even though I give up more. Because basically his opinion makes more sense and I can accept it also finally."

Affandi's waiting for Naura's story again. He intentionally left the woman with all her comfort. I don't want to rush to get the results today. The woman's face was getting sweeter, the more Affan looked.

Please condition my situation, Lord! I'm seriously working. You can't mess around with taking care of clients. Even though my client is pretty to the eye! And I'm not the kind of person who falls in love easily!

Such is the heart of Affandi, about the impact of his meeting with Naura on the second day.

"We bought the house from a joint savings account. We moved out, and a month later I got pregnant. The perfect happiness! That's how we feel!"

"Said, you miscarried before you could give birth. Can I know the story?"

Naura just stared at Affandi blankly. Long time he was silent. It's like not daring to tell back.

His memory was re-enacted eight years ago....

..........SERIATE..........