Man In the Twighlight City

As I had predicted, it was all about classic coins

This series of processions is called seven months, where the procession has long roots in various regions, even though the implementation is the same, the difference only lies in the level or social status possessed by each family, the higher the social level, the more the procession will behave. longer runs are even merrier.

Yes, even though it has to be like that, Derryant can't do much or even reject what has become the culture or customs of the local community which is still maintained by both his wife Amanda's family and the Derryant family themselves.

The idea of combining both elements of their respective cultures had been decided by Amanda's parents, while Derryant could only nod while still imagining how much it would cost him later.

Yes, Derryant understands that because this is the first time in this family holding a cultural procession, especially as welcoming the first grandchild in this family. While for Derryant personally it is not something special even though this happened to himself, Derryant still has several similar memories within his own extended family.

Like a series of events that repeat themselves, even though they are carried out by different figures, they still tend to have the same pattern and always become small notes in his mind. "Am I also going to experience the same experience as a generation before me, everything they (brother-in-law and age one level above) do it?”

Likewise, after the seven monthly event during the day which seemed a bit stressful, the body was a little tired due to not enough rest time.

This was followed by a congratulations or tahlilan by inviting several relatives, not forgetting several groups of reciting women who were closed by a lecture and reading prayers by the ustad who had been appointed by Amanda's family. Finally, they ate together.

"Derry, do you still have any extra money?" said Amanda when the whole event was over.

Amanda was seen reading a note on the paper in her hand while Derryant, who could no longer hold back his sleepiness, tried to answer.

"We'll discuss it later or tomorrow after I finish working the night shift, I'm quite tired, I only have four hours before I leave from now." Derryant answered briefly then pulled up the blanket.

"Yes but...!"

There was no response from Derryant because maybe he was too tired or maybe he no longer had the ability to think clearly at the moment. Amanda was still seen taking a pen on the dressing table and writing something on the paper she had been holding.

I don't know what he is doing.

At the last moment, he put the paper on the folds of Derryant's work uniform which he usually wore. Amanda then moved to accompany her husband to sleep beside her.

**

The same time after sunset. There were rumors about the village of Bojong near the shadow terminal where Bisri's uncle was. This is what usually happens and is what caused Bisri's uncle, who was also attending the tahlilan event at Amanda's parents' house, to give up his intention to continue the event and immediately said goodbye.

As one of the local community figures, his existence should be required.

***

Sapruudin was sitting with his friends while casually joking around in a coffee shop. Suddenly a group of people came riding four motorbikes. Approximately eight people got off the motorbikes.

Approaching Saprudin at the shop, without further ado, he immediately beat Saprudin. He, who didn't know anything, looked confused for a moment and wanted to ask them, but without any clarification, he immediately hit him.

They didn't seem to give him a chance to speak, they continued to beat the man blindly.

The noise reached the ears of Ujang, who was Saprudin's older brother. This man rushed over to his younger brother and asked the people who were attacking him, when Ujang asked nicely but instead they refused to let him get involved.

People shouted, saying that Saprudin, who was his younger brother, was suspected of having taken his son's motorbike in an area.

Ujang, his older brother, who couldn't bear to see Saprudin being beaten, asked them to stop this violence. However, it seemed like they all ignored Ujang's request.

Ujang became angry and started acting against them with his bare hands. The men were carrying sharp weapons, Ujang was not afraid. Ujang was beaten so brutally by those who were together even though they knew they were unequal in number.

They then turned back to ganging up on Ujang, two people holding his hands and another person hitting Ujang in the stomach. Ujang fell on the asphalt. The villagers who came just watched, no one dared to help or break up the fight that night. Ujang shouted and said to the community and people around him, "You all have small guts and heart, no one is helping my little brother!"

It didn't take long for a representative who was appointed as a caretaker for local residents to arrive and break up the fight that night. They were all herded and brought to the guard post owned by local residents and asked about the real problem?

Luckily, Uncle Bisri, who previously received news via his cell phone, seemed to have arrived at the scene of the incident. Together with Ipan, who is one of his close neighbors, by driving a two-wheeled vehicle.

“Wait… Wait , The two of them are brother and sister who happen to be one of my citizens!” Exclaimed Uncle Bisri, trying to stop the procession carried out by local residents because he didn't want anything that could harm them.

“Sorry ... Aren't you a shadow terminal manager. Your name is Mr. Bisri? Apparently one of the residents is quite familiar with him.

"Correct! I am Bisri who is also a resident of the terminal area. "Meanwhile, it is true that the two people among you are one of our residents," Uncle Bisri answered and asked what their purpose was in bringing the two residents.

His footsteps continued to follow the group of residents who were now at one of the guard posts for the residential area around that place.

Upon arrival, all the men who had been involved in the dispute were questioned one by one again while one of the residents asked Uncle Bisri to temporarily stop his efforts to take over the two men who were his residents. Meanwhile, all of those who had intentions of causing trouble were again interrogated by them.

When first asked, all eight men were of the opinion that a man named Saprudin had been confiscated of their property rights, therefore their aim and objective was to hold him accountable in this way.

***

However, this is not in accordance with what was stated by Saprudin. Because according to Saprudin, who felt innocent, he said "I never took a motorbike like they thought of me and that day I was at home!" Said the young man named Saprudin, in denial and giving reasons for an alibi.

Don't want the existing problem to continue too much and never end with one-sided claims for truth, so, "Okay, we should just resolve this problem at the local sector police headquarters," Uncle Bisri then decided.

The problem became more complicated, the debate between them could no longer be avoided until the emotional atmosphere became increasingly high, until finally, because they felt that the matter was dragging on and they could not find a common ground, only one-sided claims made Uncle Bisri again insist on joining in the conversation. However, with a higher tone so that there is firmness in every word he says.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen... Are those who are having problems, apart from these two men who are my citizens..., your citizens and do they live in this area!?"

Everyone seemed silent, not a single resident answered Uncle Bisri's question. Just looked at each other without a word. Until some were heard whispering because they began to realize what Uncle Bisri's question meant.

They were all brought to the police station so that it would be clearer what the problem was and who was at fault.

When they arrived at the local police service post which was not far from the location, everyone, including reporting witnesses, perpetrators and victims, were at the police station.

Ujang and Saprudin were accompanied by Uncle Bisri who was still being escorted by representatives of local residents who reported.

All the suspects and victims were interrogated. Of course the victims in this incident were two brothers, namely Saprudin and Ujang.

The police asked the suspect, "Is it true that Saprudin was the one who stole your motorcycle?" And what are the characteristics of the person who stole your motorbike? However, the answers from the suspects made the police and the people in the office smile a little and some even laughed.

The suspects always said that the person who took the motorbike was a man with long hair, but the police who were interrogating responded with the statement, "There are lots of long hair here too!" said the Police.

Then four people with long hair were called who happened to be at the police station. The police then asked the perpetrators by presenting four people with long hair.

"Which do you choose? “

For police or law enforcers, who often encounter similar cases, it turns out that they have quite effective methods, especially for members of the public who behave like taking the law into their own hands without caring about the facts or even breaking the law.

Because they felt cornered, the perpetrators of the violence or the suspects admitted that they were in the wrong and apologized to the male victim named Saprudin.

However, because this case has reached an authorized institution, it certainly cannot be stopped by anyone, especially Saprudin, who did not accept it because the blow caused his head to bleed and bruise.

On the other hand, Saprudin even challenged the suspects to a duel one by one, not in a gang. Maybe because now he thinks he is right and now has the upper hand.

As usual, the suspects, who were becoming increasingly discouraged, did not dare to duel face-to-face against Sapruudin, who apparently was also quite famous for fighting duels. Many times only words of apology came out of the mouths of the suspects or attackers, and to the police officers on duty the suspects proposed a peaceful solution.

However, Bisri's uncle did not expect that they, both Saprudin Ujang and the residents who joined the police office, would take the decision to sue the suspects with money or imprisonment in accordance with state law.

The police then continued to submit the report referring to witnesses or victims to immediately validate physical evidence in the form of bodyguards and post-mortems at the hospital, statements were made with stronger evidence to prosecute the suspects.

Long story short, the suspects were detained at the police station but who knows how long for the offense of abuse, because after that, everyone went home after everything was over. Likewise with Uncle Bisri and Ipan who could only be guarantors for witnesses who reported money turned into reporters.

The morning came, Sapruudin and Ujang woke up with swelling on their heads and faces. Ujang's right hand was swollen to the size of an elephant's banana stem! His hands were used to fend off iron that was hit on the night of the incident.

Meanwhile to Uncle Bisri who had to return to the police station to provide additional information. Based on investigations and statements from the police, the incident that occurred last night was not an ordinary incident because there were other things that required information from him.