Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 12

A beautiful morning in Sukadamai. The sound of an alarm woke the prisoners from their sleep. The prisoners woke up and immediately cleaned the room while being watched by the rutan officer. They should also wash themselves with alternating baths. Although not set, each of them used the shortest time possible in order to complete his bathing activities so that other prisoners did not wait too long.

Abi and the other prisoners were led by a security guard (Rupam) to the dining room. There awaits prisoners from other rooms. They also together eat green bean porridge bland with a piece of bread as a breakfast menu that morning.

“If Chief Rutan comes to breakfast together, the menu must be better. Sometimes lontong, sometimes rice. The police have also come. It was not breakfast together, but because of its arrival, the menu of the day was very luxurious. Of course, because at that time some journalists participated in covering and happened to be making news about the different treatment between prisoners of corruption cases and other prisoners of cases.”

As the most senior prisoner, Juki gives less important information to the new prisoners. He also continues his story with a new topic, which is about Kartika, one of the beautiful rutan cooks but rarely appears in front of the prisoners.

Abi, who felt she did not need any information from Juki, tried to enjoy her food that not only tasted bland again, but was already starting to get bitter. In her brain was already composed of some things that are far more important to think about than just a pretty face and the proportional body of a rutan cook named Kartika.

Suddenly there was a small commotion from the table across from Abi's table. There were three prisoners talking about something serious and making them worry. Some of the prisoners sitting near them asked what they were fussing about.

“Bos Dirga caught last night and will be put into this rutan,” said one of them.

Boss Dirga is not a foreign name in the black world. He has a lot of illegal businesses. From drugs to prostitution. However, the most inherent of him is his house of judgments. It is the largest gambling house in the city. Its visitors are mostly officials, high-class businessmen and some celebrities. Although several times protested by the public and often used as campaign material, where the candidates for regional heads or council members promised to close it, still the gambling house stood upright without feeling threatened in the slightest.

Abi also knew that name. He often drove his customers to one of the brothels under the guise of the massage parlour owned by Dirga's boss. He also entered his famous judiciary several times. Sometimes to drive or pick up customers, sometimes also to spend a little money on the gambling table. Although never met in person, Abi often heard the name of the boss Dirga.

In addition to knowing his name, Abi also knows the reputation of Dirga's boss. Many reports say that he was very cruel and did not hesitate to kill people who tried to oppose him. There are two types of people he hates. First, the one who betrayed him. Second, the man who seduced his wife. He often punishes his men who make other mistakes. But for both sins, he will not give an opportunity for the perpetrator to say sorry. Not infrequently he himself became an executor.

“I heard he was arrested for being betrayed by one of his men,” said one of the rutan residents who also knew Dirga's boss.

“Where do you know? Dirga's boss is accidentally captured in pursuit of one of his men who betrayed him and is also being held in this rutan. My friend who became his men had even told of the plan since a few days ago,” said another rutan resident. And the discussion begins again.

Suddenly the attention of the rutan dwellers was seized by the figure of a man walking in the hallway through the front window of the dining room. The man was big, bald-headed and on his neck was a dragon tattoo. With just his gaze, almost all of the suspects from the various cases that filled the room were bowed in fear.

Meanwhile, after learning that Dirga's boss has come to their rutan, Abi devises a new plan involving the owner of the gambling house. He smiled and thought something was going to happen to him.

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Indira walks around the back parking lot of the Sukajadi mall while patting her chin with her index finger. He stopped to think for a moment and walked back while writing something in a small book. Rama who accompanied him could only watch. He was curious about what the woman's lawyer was thinking, but was reluctant to ask because he was worried that it was too complicated to digest by his not-so-smart brain.

“Can you kill someone within three minutes?” ask Indira.

“Three minutes?” Rama looked and pointed to the top floor of the mall building. “Rama can kill people within three seconds just by pushing it from there.”

“Not, I mean not just killing, but distracting the victim, killing him then hiding him somewhere -” Indira tried to compile the words to make it easier to understand by Rama. “Ah, forget it.”

Rama scratched his head as if Indira had just considered him not too smart to discuss. He also looked sad. It's just that Indira doesn't really care about it because she's still busy thinking.

“Come, we go to the mall security section to see the CCTV footage of the area here on the day of the incident,” invite Indira. “You've contacted an Extreme?”

“Already. It’s so easy. Go home from here, we can go there to take what Brother asked,” replied Rama with enthusiasm.

“If we can get it, we can break the drug courier charge against Abi. Would that person testify for Abi in court?”

“No. But he will send you CCTV footage when the cops come.”

Indira closes the book and invites Rama to eat at a meatball stall near there. Then they told me about some things outside of their investigation.

“Did Abi really know about the law? I've seen her bio and she has absolutely no legal education background. But, it seems like he is quite eloquent in discussing the law and the law.”

Rama did not answer. He pulled out his phone and looked for a photo from it. Once obtained, he thrust his phone towards Indira.

“See, this is Rama's diploma,” says Rama.

Indira watched the photo carefully, then she thought while muttering, “Kama Sutra? You want to tell me your real name?”

Rama was shocked and immediately pulled his phone. “Bu, not name. Ta, but degree.”

“Oh, law scholar,” Indira said while nodding. Then he thought again, wasn't what he asked was Abi? Why did Rama even boast of his law degree?

“Rama majored in law at an open university. But throughout the lecture until the end, it was Bang Abi who studied, not Rama.”

“Lho, can it be?”

“Can only. Bang Abi self-study at home, to campus only at certain times, the exam only capitalizes on student cards and the ability to imitate signatures. And Rama only appears when graduation only.”

“Do they not know…? Ah, I got it. Like me earlier, they think you and Abi are the same person.” Indira shook her head as if she could not believe their story.

Rama nodded with a smile. “Yes, we are both similar. Of course, because we are sisters seibu.”

“But it was a pretty severe crime. You can be arrested and jailed if caught.”

“Originally not just caught.”

“Are you not afraid that someday I will tell you?””

Rama smiled and replied, “Bang Abi told Rama to trust Big Brother completely. Hence, Rama told this secret of ours to Brother.”

Indira was moved by Rama's words. He again felt guilty for never trusting Abi.

“But he is not seen as an ordinary law scholar. He seems to have experience as a lawyer.”

Hearing the doubts expressed by Indira, Rama looked at him as if he was about to say something. Then he brought his face closer to Indira's left ear to whisper.

“Never heard of The Night Avocado aka Night Advocate?”

Indira scrunched her forehead, because she heard the words avocado and Advocate Night. When he was an apprentice at a law firm, he had heard that name. At the time, his law firm was defending a company in a land ownership conflict with a citizen. That said, they lost before the case went to court after one of the lawyers from the firm went to the residents who claimed the land owner and argued with the man who claimed to be a lawyer on the part of the citizens. He introduced himself as a Night Advocate.

“I've heard of it. I heard he was not a lawyer, just a paralegal who gave legal consultation to local residents and his duty hours were always at night. That's what earned him the nickname Advocate Night. He always wins during the mediation and negotiation process.” Indira stopped telling me about Advocate Night even further and put on a face of disbelief. “Don't say Abi is a Night Advocate.”

Rama smiled then said, “But Big Brother said it and it's true.”