I'm You And Love
Indictment Court

The process continues.until the time comes I was handed over to the state prosecutor's office, to continue my trial. Moral support from dance, mamah, om and my family makes me able to live all until now.

20 february 2020. The day I had my first trial. Arraignment hearing. I got off the prisoner's car and saw a dance waiting in the waiting room seat of the court. Nothing else to give me moral support during the trial process.

"puck....!!!" my shout called out to the dance with handcuffs wrapped around my hands trying to wave at him.

Dance looked at me. Standing from the beginning he sat in the waiting room chair, and closed the bottle of drink he held. Slowly approached me who was walking with the control of the officers, towards the detention room to wait for the trial.

"nyet you are whatabar. How are you doing?" ask dance to me while stroking - elus my cheeks and hair.

"i'm good, baby.. You yourself how nyet. Why do you look pale. Your eyes are puffy. You sick??"

"i'm good too... Don't worry about me, baby. I'm good - all right. The most important thing right now is you."

     "Dear, you don't talk like that. Honestly, I am disappointed at what you did. But the most important thing now is, you have to be strong and get through this. I will always be with you and always support you.  I can accept all your lack, your excess, even your bad good. But, I am also not willing if one day you will repeat the same mistake. Now the most important thing is, we focus first on your trial" Tari said while calming me down.

     "Thank you Nyet, I can't say a word after hearing your words. Thank you I still want to accept me with my current situation." I said while hugging Dance.

     "Oh yes, here I bring your favorite food. Vegetable kale, fried tempeh, and omelet. You eat ya Nyet." said Tari attentively.

Dance opened the lunchbox she brought and gave it to me.

"have you eaten?" ask me to dance.

"it's nyet. You just let it be healthy."

"temenin eat ya nyet. Help us out."

"yes baby. Here let me bribe." said dance as he reached out his hand, asking for the lunch box through the sidelines of the iron bars that become our barrier.

Shortly after, an officer came, telling me that the trial was immediate. Dance closes the lunchbox that we have not finished eating. Moving from the detention room to the courtroom, approached my mother and family who were waiting there.