Nurvati
Episode 46: The Commoners VS. Abdi Negara.
The night was spent by resigned in the lara that Nurvati could do, occasionally also shouting out emotions of anger and disappointment, not sleeping, not also limp, the energy in his body was very quickly recovered, he said, that is because there is a science of Wisdom that holds twice the energy of its inner power.
The rays of the baskara that pierced through the cracks of the forest and opened the dark night had appeared, the next morning had arrived, the whistling of the birds that were chirping had whistled to form a bright morning rhythm, the white clouds looked white, the blue sky looked blue, but the angry Nurvati still looked resigned.
Still in the same building, which is in the form of 'O', but a different room, at the same time still in the same holding cell, in other words, thanks to technological sophistication, Nurvati's prisoner cell is able to move, and it moved to the second floor, right at the trial room.
A vast, glistening room, all made of diamond, and Nurvati's prisoner cell in the middle of the room, in front of Nurvati was the table of a Judge, only a Judge, just a Judge, no jury or other council.
In the Elf race determining who was wrong and right was very easy, the box of prisoner cells that Nurvati was in would encourage her soul to speak truthfully, the energy in the cell box creates air that encourages the cells or energy in the defendant to relax and encourage the psychological side of the defendant to be honest.
Even if the defendant can control himself to be able to lie, then the cell will emit a red color, and if the defendant is honest, the red color does not radiate.
In addition, a similar room made of glass, such as the Nurvati prisoner cell, is also on the left and right side, which leaves an empty distance of two meters. To the right is the victim's room, and to the left is the witness room, all positions facing Nurvati. They can get a witness within two hours.
The casualties were few; 8 people. But there were 13 witnesses, even Nurvati did not remember the witnesses, either did not see them, or they were hidden. All of them were sitting sweetly on long chairs in their respective rooms, sitting facing the accused and since they all had wings, sitting them somewhat gave distance. And there is no Chairman Hamenka.
Seated in the judge's seat, a grown man, about 40,000 years old, who had the shape of a mustachioed Fairy, a blue netra sharp as a snake, but looked sleepy, in her golden robe, and silver-haired.
He was the Judge of this trial, in addition to the chair he occupied was made of gold, his table also harmonized the colors and elements of the chair; made of gold as well. He was within 7 meters of Nurvati.
One thing is certain, he was not in a glass room like the others, instead being in the room of the audience and the accused; outside the 'box' of the audience.
'TOK-TOK-TOK' three times the tap of the golden hammer by Mr. Judge echoed in the room, punctuated by the sentence of Mr. Judge, “The trial began children, the trial began.”
A serious atmosphere began to form thanks to the sentence, which emerged from the hoarse voice of Mr. Judge.
The trial in the realm of the Elf race was somewhat different from the Human race, the judge would ask the witnesses directly to testify.
And so, one of the skinny male Elves with short hair got up from sitting down, he began to testify. When his testimony was said, Nurvati just sat down to look at Mr. Judge, he did hear the testimony of the young man, but the stupidity with it, for him this trial seemed to waste his precious time.
The testimony was only focused on Nurvati who destroyed the statue of the Goddess and ended by Nurvati who fought with members of the military, where the witness at that time was in her yard, she happened to be on a telepath with her boyfriend.
And the testimony continued until all the witnesses who were present, and ended in a snot boy, whose testimony led more to him who aspired to be an angel and then rule the world, no matter what, no matter what, but the serious mood changed the humor of the silly behavior of the boy, the boy who did not want to be silent, who instead played his father's wings pitted against his small wings, and it was able to carve a smile on the sleepy face of Mr. Hakim, including some witnesses, but not for Nurvati and the victims.
There, in a different aura; dark. The victims were face-to-face and looked so lost. While Nurvati was stingy because her mental stress.
A mature woman stood up, with long blue hair, with black glazed netra, and a body wrapped in a golden dress, showing a haggard face and anger as her gaze fell on Nurvati, then said, “My husband goes to work late in the afternoon until midnight .. he works as a local housing guard and when night falls .. hiks ...”
The adult woman was powerless when she said she had to tell her husband's departure, the memory was still painful for her, so she sat back, sat in a sting, and kept wiping her tears, no longer continue the conversation, let it hang just like that.
Then a woman of Nurvati's age rose to her feet, a red-haired woman, with a glassy net of pinges, dressed in shades of red, this time, her face showed more melancholy in a hearty manner, more than that, he looked at Nurvati so wrathful, his body gesture, his fist, holding anger at Nurvati, saying, “Suami I am a military member, a state servant who guards the country for the peace of its citizens, saying, who fights day and night only for the nation and people ..”
A word that is so loud and dynamic echoed by the victim, whose sentence indirectly speaks of the affirmation of the status of her husband, the goal is to form a thick paradigm, which is, that he is very important here; must be prioritized.
Broadly speaking, she tried to attract the empathy of the listeners, if her husband was very important to everyone present. Even her loud voice reflected a resolute yet also harbored such a deep solace, the young woman who seemed to be unable to accept the reality. There might even be a hint of vengeance in his heart.
“... BUT THAT DAMN WOMAN IS ACTUALLY DISTURBING THE COUNTRY'S ENTRENCHEDNESS! BUT THAT DAMN WOMAN KILLED EVEN A FELLOW RACE!” shouted the woman by falsely looking at Nurvati who seemed to still sit quietly, moreover, as an amplifier of her argument, she pointed at Nurvati with the index finger of her right hand, that Nurvati was completely wrong.
It's just that it does not explain the specific position of her husband's situation, it herds public opinion on Nurvati which seems to make the country chaotic, even though the scope is still in housing.
The woman was ultimately unable to stem the turmoil of her deep anger and sadness, shouting for everyone to hear her wrath, or rather, her cry as appealing to everyone's psychological side, that here the persecuted is himself and Nurvati as if portrayed a perpetrator so cruel.
So in the wrath of grief, he again spoke out loud and dynamic. “That damn woman is a crazy killer!”
And she regretfully kicked the room out of the glass, kicked and hit it as an act of unwillingness to accept the reality of her life; she could not accept that her husband had been murdered by a mad woman.
“YOU DESERVE TO BE PUT TO DEATH! A TRAITOR OF THE STATE MUST DIE! MORAL DESTROYERS OF THE NATION MUST DIE!” shouted the woman once again, and still did not give a clear picture of the death of her husband, precisely what was shown impressed was the ugliness of the perpetrator. It is as if the perpetrator committed a sin so great, so great, that the state should be involved.
And suddenly, after venting his regret, he sat back in his chair, and left his smooth cheeks in tears, his countenance implying a deep, even more so, netless resentment toward Nurvati, resentment and anger combined, as if wanting to tear Nurvati to shreds.
So it can be seen, the narration made by the woman, the second victim of the Nurvati murder, actually did not provide information about how or what her husband was like during the dark day it happened, precisely because of his anger, just because, she further instilled in the public opinion that her husband was an important part of the country, and the rebuke to Nurvati was the same, too, the woman was more than dropping the pride of the perpetrator —not— the woman was trying to guide the mindset of the people that by killing her husband, Nurvati was including a traitor of the country.
There, although the words were chirping painfully entered Nurvati's hearing, covering her now bitter mentality, Nurvati was still sitting stingy, looking at Pak Hakim.
He is very depressed this time, besides justice for him has not been enforced, today's public space also provides a fairly strong mental pressure, he said, which refers that the enforcement of justice done by Nurvati is very wrong and sinful.
But be firm, that what he did, even if he had killed the man of the state, for Nurvati, was neither a mistake nor a great sin, for for him justice was impartial to no one, in justice, sometimes someone has to be sacrificed.
Clearly, there is a contradiction between public understanding and Nurvati understanding.