Treasure, Throne, Renata
Wednesday Grey Story Rania

05.00 WIB – Sudimara Station

The sky was still dark as I stood at a commuter line station. Some people were standing while playing their phones. I looked back at the departure sign above me. It's still 20 minutes, I murmured. The major I will go to is Daru station, a small station located 7 KM from the Tigaraksa Religious Court. Today is a grey Wednesday for me, the day I went through a divorce with Rayendra.

The sky had already let out a tinge of orange, the sun's omen began to appear on the eastern horizon. The station is increasingly filled with people who want to work fortune scavenging willingly jostling in the commuter line. For them this was a normal sight, but it was my first time. I'm not a career woman, my time is up at home with my kids. Standing up so early at a station is new to me.

“ Attention! Will soon enter on line 2 commuter line in the direction of Maja station “

I flinched from the daydreams as soon as I knew my train was coming. A middle-aged mother who had been standing next to me immediately got ready to stand behind the yellow line. I followed what he did, while again making sure that I wasn't standing on the wrong platform. From a distance a train car drove up to us, the sound of the train's engine squeaking deafeningly. The passengers stood behind the yellow line and prepared to wait for the door to open.

I shuffled into a not so crowded carriage while looking for an empty bench. A young man patted me on the shoulder, standing up from his seat to give me his chair.

“ Thank you Mas “, my smile.

I watched the people in the train car I was riding. The hitchhikers who were in this carriage were not office workers in neat suits. On average they are traders or manual laborers who ride from the direction of Jakarta to their residence around Parung Panjang – Maja.

My watch is 06:00 in the morning. The train drove slowly across a simple plantation and village area. My eyes did not stop to pay attention to the scenery outside the window, until the train that I had crossed between the cliffs below lay a stunning rice field.

“ Soon your train will arrive at Daru Station. Passengers who are about to disembark, please double check your luggage “

The sound of the notification ripped my daydream. I immediately stood towards the nearest door while holding on to the carriage pole while waiting for the door to open. Several middle-aged women lined up behind me while carrying shopping baskets filled with fresh vegetables. Looks like this mother is a seller, my inner self.

When the train stopped and the door opened, I went out with the vegetable seller's mother. I set my foot out of the station while combing the view looking for the base, but unfortunately I did not find.

“ Neng ojeg Neng, where are you going? Religious Court? “

A motorbike stopped beside me, looking like a man wearing a full face helmet volunteered.

“ Yes Sir, to the Court how yes “, I was hesitant.

“ 50 thousand Neng “, he said.

“ 30 thousand yes pack “, tawalku.

“ Yes already let's go up Neng “, he said.

I rode on the motorbike while talking about reading dhikr. It's the first time I've been to a place like this. My sense of caution increased, my hand grip on the motorcycle seat more tightly.

“ Want to work in court Neng “, ask the ojeg.

“ I want a trial Sir “, I replied briefly.

“ Oh Neng wants a trial. What trial did I hear ?”, he asked again.

I'm silent about not answering her question, I think it's very personal for me.

“ I often anter who wants a trial divorce Neng, kasian I mah seenya “, he said back.

“ Yes Sir “, I replied confused not knowing what to answer.

“ May be launched yes Neng trial. Relationships with former teteps are maintained even if sprained, especially if you have children “, he said again.

“ Yes sir Inshaallah “, I replied awkwardly.

We walked down the village road for about 30 minutes. Finally we arrived at a building located in the PEMDA complex. I immediately went down and gave the money fitting 30 thousand on the ojeg. I set foot towards the building, the atmosphere still seemed quiet, there were only a few officers who were back and forth. There was a reception desk and a large number-printing machine next to it. I went to the table and asked the officer who was sitting down to take notes.

“ Excuse me sir, I want to take the trial queue “, I said calling the fat-bodied officer.

“ Bring her call letter Mom? May I see?”, he said.

“ Bring Sir, this is the letter “, I replied while giving a brown envelope containing Ray's lawsuit to me.

“ Ms. Rania Chairunnisa as Respondent against Rayendra Saputra as Applicant. Yes, the agenda is right today, please push courtroom 1 on the machine Bu “, the task order.

I squeeze the screen of the printing machine, out the paper with the no 4 queue. That's a small number, my heart. I thanked him while sitting on the sofa waiting. My eyes go around looking around. In front of me were 3 rooms inscribed with the Court Room. Courtroom 1 looks the largest among the other courtrooms. My eyes continued to comb the view on the notice board in front of me, a chart table of the number of divorce figures per month. I read one by one every divorce case, it turns out the case of divorce alias divorce because the husband sued compared thinly with divorce sued. My eyes are fixed again on the polygamy trial case, it turns out that the request for a polygamy trial this month alone recorded 320 people who filed. I shook my head at the reality of this trial, a case that must have been heartbreaking. A marriage that is actually guarded until death must meet its end at the green table.

PINGING

Dita: Ran, so go to court today right?.

Fika : Oh yes, Rania trial yes today?.

Rania: Yes, this is until the hearing starts at 8.

Dita : Bismillah ya Ran, many prayers hopefully be reflected in everything.

Part : Aamiin.

Tasya : Raniaaaa..excite!!!

Nayla: Oh my goodness, new in the Rania trial. I am the one who is stubborn.

Rania: Yes, thank you for your prayers.

My fingers were busy typing on my phone, then a man in a pacing batik shirt stole my attention. My eyes were fixed on him, a man about 50 years of great height was seen carrying his bag. He was talking to the receptionist while shaking his waist.

I turned my eyes back to the phone I was holding. Clinging with my best friend can relieve the tension that I had been experiencing since. The man in batik clothes threw his body next to me while busy typing on his phone screen. I shifted my seat to the corner of the sofa, trying to avoid him.

Mita: Si Ray came to Ran?.

Rania: No, she used a lawyer.

Dita: So she does not know you dateng huh Ran?.

Rania: Yes, it should.

Fika: Lawyer has come to Ran?.

Rania: Where do I know, see me belom.

Tasya : If you have finished the news conference, then Ran.

Sally: Ok. It should be another half hour. Today he said mediation, so it should be a moment.

Mita: Mediation, why Ran?

Rania: It should be deacurin well, let it not be a divorce

Tasya : That should be it too. If the man did not come to mediation with his lawyer.

Rania: Yeah, but I don't know. It's I'm so uptight to know.

Mita: Patience with Ran. There's good luck Ray ga dateng. If there is a kebayang you must want a prophet tuh man.

Rania: Yes really, it's good to see you.

“ Call to Case No 3873 TGRS with Applicant Andi Chairul against Respondent Yanti Rahmawati immediately enter the courtroom 1 “

The sound of the announcement echoed throughout the waiting room. I again saw the sequence no I held, there are 3 more people left then I will enter the courtroom. I saw people coming in and out of the room and I guess after this it was my turn.

“ Call to No Case 2026 TGRS with Applicant Rayendra Saputra against Respondent Rania Chairunnisa immediately enter the courtroom 1.

I immediately got off the sofa and walked into the courtroom in question. My eyes swept all over the corner of the room, a very large room with a row of empty benches in the middle. Seemed a pair of wooden chairs with high joints full of carving, located at the front with side by side.

“ Ms Rania Chairunnisa as please yes?”, asked a clerk.

“ Yes, I am Rania wife of Rayendra Saputra “, I replied.

“ Please sit Bu “, said the clerk.

I immediately sat on the wooden chair while watching the judges in front of me. Next to the clerk sat a member judge who was a middle-aged woman, then a man who is the presiding judge and the far right is a male member judge whose age is not so far with the three of them. They were all busy taking notes and checking the files at the courtroom table. Then the door to the courtroom opened, he must be Rayendra's lawyer. Kulirik the person and how surprised it turned out that the man in a big tall batik dress who was sitting next to me was his lawyer.

“ You Rayendra Saputra “, ask the judge of the member.

“ I'm David Saragih Pak, the attorney of Rayendra Saputra. Coincidentally Mr. Ray is being impeded so fully empowered by me “, he replied aloud.

“ Where is Mr Ray? It should be mediation today, right? “, ask the presiding judge.

“ Said the service sir, I have got a special power of attorney to represent Mr. Ray until the end of “, he said again.

I looked at the lawyer sitting next to me, watching him from head to toe. I know he's lying, Rayendra's not on duty, I know that.

“ Then please go to the mediation room first yes, later after the new mediation we start the trial “, said the presiding judge.

“ I object Mr. Judge, I want to meet directly with Rayendra Saputra, I want mediation with him “ , I want to interrupt the conversation.

“ Then try to discuss with his lawyer, the trial cannot start without mediation first “, replied the presiding judge.

“ Actually there has been the result of his mediation sir, Mr. Ray has agreed to split this there ...”.

“ Sorry sir, when did I agree to split with Ray? I've come here to respect the court and I want direct mediation with him, not with you. Are you my husband?”.

The judge was silent to see me nagging in the courtroom. The lawyer looks confused while continuing to hold the documents in his hand.

“ Then Mother and Mr. David speak in the mediation room only now, so there is no misunderstanding. The trial is adjourned next week, so today's hearing is officially closed. Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

I walked outside the courtroom. The lawyer half ran after me, he persuaded me to enter the mediation room.

“ Bu Rania, we talk briefly in the mediation room yes “, he said urgently.

I only returned his words with a cynical look, but I finally followed him into the mediation room in question. A room in the corner of the building whose door is open. Mr. David knocked on the door and asked to go in to the mediator who was sitting at his desk.

“ Excuse me sir, we want mediation yes “,

said Mr. David.

“ Oh please sit “, the answer is friendly.

“ I'm a lawyer Rayendra Saputra. Here is the power of attorney written by Mr. Ray, the results he has signed Mr. “, he said.

“ Sir, I want mediation with Ray, and I have not made any deal with my husband “ , I said fiercely.

“ Ohah..Then her husband told her to come Pak “, replied the mediator.

“ He is against Sir, I already hold a special power of attorney “, he replied not to lose.

“ Then the mediation is postponed next week only yes, the mother also does not want to be empowered. Next week just come here again, ask the applicant to attend “, he replied while returning Rayendra's documents.

I smiled satisfied with the mediator's answer just now. Immediately I say goodbye and go outside the room. Today there is no agenda, but I am satisfied to have attended and scuttle Rayendra's strategy. I took my phone and ordered ojeg online to return to Daru station. Suddenly an email notification appears on the screen that reads;

To: Rayendrasaputra@gmail.com

Why did you come to court? Don't we have a deal?

My lawyer was surprised you came? The trial should be completed in just two months, because you this trial can be long. Be prepared to hear the lawsuit my lawyer reads next week!!!

I read the message sent by the man who married me for 8 years, even next week should be our anniversary. A threat he throws will not make me waver. This heart was already broken because of his actions. There is no more Rania that he can trick again, any way I will do to fight a Rayendra Saputra.