The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
149 Pak Bagas VS Pak Uban
Among the many prisoners who were receiving their families who swerved, Pak Uban one who was sitting in the besuk room. But it was not his family that swerved. It used to be just his wife or son who would swipe. After they died, there was nothing else. No one's family would admit it, brother.
Pak Uban opened his hair pigtail until he again confirmed the hair. Mr. Bagas' words just made him uneasy. And he felt very angry but he tried to learn patience. Along with frequent meeting Kyai Rohim when the in-laws of the CEO of MIKEL Group accompanied Ayra to meet Bram. Kyai Rohim will also chat with Mr. Uban, a chat without Mr. Uban feel there is a learning about living life.
Mr. Bagas again asked about his offer.
"How's Jamal. You accepted my offer?"
Pak Uban who has the real name Jamal was biting his lower lip so that his upper lip slightly forward and conical. He then answered a question that he had not answered.
"I'm not interested. I have no interest in being free of this place. What can I do in here?"
"Tell me what you want in return."
"Haihi.... I was curious about your plan. You haven't been converted either. Don't you keep polishing your hair, it's Mr. Bagas. So every reflection you will know that the time to repent is not much. Hihah.... "
"Don't say much! Waste of my time. If you don't want to I can still find someone else in this."
Mr. Bagas stood up and intended to leave Mr. Uban.
"Wait!"
Mr. Uban stood up. He held his beard slightly while walking towards Pak Bagas.
"Don't tell me you can obsess over that Nuaima so you still want to have Ayra. Don't you think you're gonna hurt Ayra's husband, let alone hurt her?"
Mr. Uban squinted his eyes. His voice was very slow because he said it right near the ears of Mr. Bagas. Bagas sat back down.
"You're starting to get into my trap Jamal. You haven't changed either. You're still stupid."
Bagas opened his glasses. He sat back down, as he sat he looked at someone he also knew.
"Do you see that guy?"
Pak Uban looked at Mr. Bagas' eyes. A man who also had the same case.
"He really wants to be free from this place but it's impossible. I can offer it to her if you don't want to."
Pak Uban pulled the collar of Mr. Bagas's shirt.
"Breng/sek! Don't try touching my roommate! May the angel Izrail take your life soon! you can't take advantage of the time you've been given!"
"Hehehe... Patience Jamal. Is it that close to your new friend that you're so rude to your old friend?"
Mr. Bagas actually laughed happily when Mr. Uban looked emotional. Mr. Uban who still wants to talk to Mr. Bagas, release the grip on his collar. He didn't want a prison officer coming to them.
"Listen. Don't fuck! I won't let any rat touch my friend. I have sinned to make her father-in-law die, so now I will keep her husband from Ayra from any dirty hands. How could I make that soft-hearted woman cry again. He even forgave me with tears."
"What's? When did you meet?"
"Not long. But I could close my eyes quietly because the one person I was waiting for and hoping to meet to apologize was done. She even last Sunday brought me the same meal as her husband. I feel the family warmth from him and Kyai Rohim."
"Haihi.... I'm not taking care of you. Take care of your own sins in this world."
"alright. Then take care of your friend that's fine."
"Hey!"
Mr. Uban pulled Mr. Bagas's shirt roughly. Until the middle-aged man was a little pulled back when he was about to walk. Mr. Uban stood right in front of Mr. Bagas. He stared intently at Mr. Bagas.
He showed one index finger towards Mr. Bagas face. With a hostile look.
"I warned you! I don't want to dirty my hands. But if to protect others. Let alone this hand, all my limbs are ready to hand over."
"We'll see later. Just take good care of your friend this week."
One step Pak Uban closer to Pak Bagas.
"I suggest you get home from here and find it on your smart phone, old man. The prayer that God gave to Adam when he sinned for eating the fruit of the khuldi."
Mr. Uban first left Mr. Bagas while holding back his emotions. He was eager to hit Mr. Bagas but he who was worried about the madness of Mr. Bagas in ancient times returned and intended to hurt Bram. He prefers patience. Because he'll be moved to his room if he makes a fuss.
As he was in the room he saw Bram leaning against the wall while reading a book. That's what Ayra's husband often does. He would read books and make references to the books he read. And when his wife returns with a new book he will ask or he will make a new reference to the book he read.
"Tumben Sir. Who's meeting you?"
"Old brother. He asked me to do something dirty in here again."
"Heh. You accept?"
Bram is still focusing on his book without seeing Mr. Uban.
"You think my penitent is a chilli penitent. My gray hair, teeth that remain some of this will not make me forget my time in this world not long even though his decision only God knows."
Bram closed the book. But how shocked Mr. Uban. Bram's lips were bleeding at the end and Bram's nose was covered in plaster. Quickly the old man approached Bram almost hit Bram's athletic body.
"Who did this to you? Say?"
"Why are you, Mr. Uban?"
"My nose has the pimples. You're pulling until it bleeds so I'm wearing this plaster. My lips, the new officer, are stingy. I haven't finished shaving my mustache. He was busy asking to stop. The man's impatient."
"Well..... You're just gonna take my heart out."
Mr. Uban sat on the floor. He became was was with the condition Bram. A chat from Mr. Bagas earlier stated if he wanted someone to do something with Bram. So that Mr. Uban felt very unsettled. This affection for his new friend arises because the kind treatment of Ayra and Kyai Rohim who are breastfed forgives him.
"Why is that so? Like I'm being hunted."
Mr. Uban returned to his bed. He took a drink of water and sipped it while thinking.
"For you will hurt this boy. That much I will take care of him too. My life is long, O God, so that I can keep this boy before he is free from this place."