Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 110

Rama whistled while shaking his head. All day he looks happy. The energy is no joke either. Starting from gymnastics together, exercise, filial work, workshops, all done with enthusiasm and a cheerful face.

“What's wrong with you? Did you get a big fortune? I see today you are very happy,” said one of his cellmates.

“More than great sustenance,” says Rama. “Tomorrow Rama will be free.”

“Free? Without trial?”

“Of course.”

“How can it?”

“That's because Rama has a great brother and an amazing lawyer.”

His cellmate looked at Rama with an envious face. Especially if you remember the case of those who never fall verdict. Even if the verdict is out, it is not necessarily a free verdict.

Rama is lucky to have Abi and Indira. Thanks to Abi's initiative to secretly install CCTV near Shasha's house and instantly request CCTV footage from the nightclub where Rama was last aware, he has strong evidence to be free. Indira also showed intelligence in suppressing the investigators who had rejected the evidence. The help of Regina who was involved in the investigation process was also quite helpful.

And yesterday Indira visited him and gave a guarantee at most two more days he could be free. That is, most likely tomorrow he can be free.

“Do not take offense. Rama loves being here and getting to know you. For Rama, you are good people. But Rama wants to be free. Much Rama wants to do out there.”

“We understand. As nice as anything here, it's still better to be free. No one wants to stay in prison for the rest of their lives. We're also glad you're free.”

“But even if Rama is free first, Rama will never forget you. Rama will visit you regularly and bring you good food,” Rama's promise is reciprocated with the arms of his cellmates.

Their conversation stopped when the bell rang all over the rutan. It was a bell sign that all the lights in the cell would be extinguished and the entire prisoner would have to go to sleep immediately. Rama immediately laid his body and closed his eyes. His mind wandered, imagining what he would do tomorrow.

“Of course, first I have to go to Shasha's grave. I have to apologize for not being able to protect him,” said Rama slowly. Very slow because he wanted to be the only one listening.

                  *

Next day

Indira ran away in a row. He just got off the bus and headed straight for the rutan entrance. Because he stayed up last night, he got up late and missed the bus. He had to wait for the next bus that was half an hour away from the bus he was supposed to be riding. He hoped Rama would not leave.

“What? Already out? So, where is he?” ask the officer.

“No idea, Mom. Just call her phone.”

Ah, right. That's a good idea.

[Hello, Brother]

A friendly voice from Rama immediately greeted Indira.

“Where are you now?”

[Rama in minimarket across the rutan. Rama saw Brother running down from the bus.]

“Thank God you're not far from here. I don't want you to get out of the rutan without being greeted by anyone,” Indira said as she walked away from the rutan door.

[Rama wants to visit Shasha. Do you know where it is located?]

“You mean, to his grave? Wonderful idea. I know where it is because I went to his burial.”

[Good. Because Rama will ..]

Suddenly a car speeding from the right direction of Rama and hit his body until bounced far away. Indira immediately screamed and suddenly all the joints in his body seemed to disappear. He fell down from weakness, especially after seeing the body of Rama who was covered in blood. While the car that hit him immediately went on the run.

                  *

 “Is it okay to do it in front of Indira?” jesse Arnold asked his master who was cleaning his antique firearm while accompanied by classical music that sounded a little creepy.

“I do love him, like a father to his son. But, a father must punish his son who misbehaved so that the child is not naughty anymore,” replied Mr. Jireh relaxed. His eyes did not move from his favorite pistol.

Jesse Arnold, who also has positive feelings for Indira, feels Mr. Jireh's actions have been excessive. He tolerated more physical torture, even murder, than psychic torture. He had a bad experience with this type of torture.

But, he did not dare to comment in front of the master.

“Then, how about Abhimanyu Alexander?”

“Randal memorization of that law,” murmured Mr. Jireh. “Just tell the public that he killed one of the guards and escaped.”

“Then, how about the letter?”

Mr. Jireh stopped wiping one of his weapons, then looked at his assistant with a flat face. “His mother was in critical condition in the hospital and her sister was killed. Other than them, no one had received the letter directly from the prison officer. Even though he had the letter, not necessarily people believe that it was actually given by the bailiff.”

Jesse Arnold is still. He understood what Mr. Jireh meant.

Suddenly the phone rings. Jesse Arnold stared at the phone with suspense. It was a phone that Mr. Jireh used to call certain people. His number was disguised so that no one could call him back. This was the first time Jesse saw the phone ring.

“Halo,” said Mr. Jireh who unhesitatingly answered him.

[I think you're an honorable opponent.]

Mr. Jireh laughed, until his laughter echoed throughout his large room. Jesse Arnold had to endure the pain in his ear because of that blaring voice.

“We are at war and in my dictionary, no war is more concerned with honor than victory. After all, I never said I would fight you like you would against me. We both use the law as a weapon. The difference is, you obey the law, while I make the law obey me.”

Abi said nothing for a few seconds. All that was heard was that his breathing had been irregular. Mr. Jireh liked this situation, where his opponent felt tremendous pressure and began to realize that fighting Mr. Jireh was a big mistake. Moreover, Abi had insulted him several times, both verbally and through his shocking actions.

[I'm not going to stop. I will continue to fight you, even if I have to lose my own life.]

“Yes, I know. I also prefer to torture you little by little before taking your life away. Sending someone to kill you is a big mistake made by my men.” Mr. Jireh looked down at the embarrassed Jesse Arnold. “But, I'm grateful you survived. I still want to see you kneel before me, along with the principles and laws that you've been proud of.”

Abi was silent again for a few seconds, before uttering his last sentence and ending their conversation that day.

[Thank you for adding my motivation to destroy you.]