Holy Prison

PS2 69 - Tarnished

“He is your son, he certainly has to endure what his mother did.” said Kak Ulfa.

“No, Brother! Don't!” myrag.

Suddenly Brother Dimas entered with his arrogant look. I'm really sick of seeing Kak Dimas's face with my brother's.

“Do you consider me your sister, Brother?” ask me to Ulfa.

“No.” says Brother Ulfa.

“Don't you think of me as a sister?” ask again.

“Never in the slightest did I consider you my sister.” said Brother Ulfa.

“You are really evil.” I said.

“Follow the game Dimas, I will release your son.” said Brother Ulfa.

“Go, let me have fun.” said Kak Dimas.

“You are always impatient.” said Brother Ulfa, chuckling small.

“Of course I've been looking forward to these moments for a long time. You let me taste your sister's body, didn't you, my wife?” ask Dimas to Ulfa.

I'm shaking. I'm starting to get scared. I'm really scared.

“Take as much as you.” says Brother Ulfa.

“You're really mean!” myrag.

“I get out first. Enjoy.” said Sister Ulfa.

Haidar was still crying and thrashing to want to be with me. I literally cried watching my son fall into the arms of the devil who is my own brother. I guess bad guys only exist in fictional stories. In fact, in real life there is. It turned out that, when humans had darkened their eyes, it would be easier to become more demonic than demonic.

I remembered one of the short stories by Triyanto Triwikromo entitled Like a Drizzle that Tapered Red. The short story reflects how human behavior can be more demonic than demonic, more demonic than demonic.

“Come out everyone!” exclaim Kak Dimas.

“Kak! I beg you to help me!” seruku roared at Sister Ulfa. “Do not hurt my son. Suffice to hurt me not my son!” I said.

Sister Ulfa just smiled here and came out with Haidar still crying in Kak Ulfa's sling. Haidar had actually hit Kak Ulfa but no matter how strong my son was against Kak Ulfa, of course Kak Ulfa's energy would be much greater and Kak Ulfa sepak pinching Haidar made Haidar limp and in pain.

All the creepy people in this empty room came out leaving Kak Dimas.

And here I am. In an empty room. There was only a bench I sat on. I'm looking for a window and there's no window in this room. There's only the door where Ulfa went outside. I really felt scared and dead-end.

Yes Allah, help me. –inku.

Brother Dimas is approaching. I retreated until I fell with the bench behind me. So hurt. However, this feeling hurts more to see my son cry.

Mas Faiz, help me. – my inner.

“What are you avoiding me for?” ask Brother Dimas.

Brother Dimas came up to me and took me back. He brought his face closer to mine. I don't want to see his face. I turned my face in the other direction.

“See me!” exclaim Kak Dimas.

“I don't want.” I said kekeh.

Brother Dimas held onto my forehead and directed me to look at me. I don't want to, but he forced me.

“You look at me or your son will no longer be able to see you.” said Brother Dimas.

I looked at Dimas too. I certainly don't want anything to happen to my son. No matter how strong I am, I will certainly be devastated when it comes to my son and husband. And this time he used my son to threaten me.

“Well, like that! Look at me, honey!” exclaim Kak Dimas.

My tears are crying.

Brother Dimas approached me, his eyes looking towards my lips. He kept getting closer. I had dodged but he kept getting closer, when his lips were exactly 5 cm in front of me, I reflexively spat on him.

She's stayedaway. He rubbed my saliva marks on his lips violently.

“You dare me?” exclaimed Brother Dimas growled in annoyance.

“I only need your body.” said Kak Dimas. I shudder in horror.

My tears are getting bigger now. I don't really want this asshole touching my body. I don't want to.

“Until death I won't let you touch me.” I said.

“I don't need your permission!” exclaim Kak Dimas.

“Do not approach!” my yelling. Still with my sobs.

Brother Dimas directly attacked me and********my lips blindly. Now I'm very sad. I began to feel my voice disappear. I cry in my silence.

Yes Allah help me. –inku.

My voice is gone. The pain in my heart is now beginning to dominate. Sicker than it was 4 years ago. Brother Dimas did not give me mercy.

My clothes were torn off easily.

Mas Faiz, help me. –shout me in my heart.

“You've given up, honey? Good to obey me. Then we will be happy.” said Kak Dimas.

This time my body could not rebel and respond to everything. My voice won't come out and my tears keep getting louder. I can't feel anything anymore. I could only observe how Brother Dimas touched my upper body like an animal.

Allah. -in me.

BRUG!

The door is open. The help of God comes. I saw Mas Faiz approaching and kicked Kak Dimas.

“What did you do to my wife!” yells.

Mas Faiz showered Kak Dimas with blows until blood poured from Kak Dimas's face. Then after being satisfied to beat Kak Dimas. My husband ran towards me. Her tears are flowing. I was silent, I could only observe how my husband opened the rope that bound my legs and hands and took off his clothes and put them on me.

“Ighfar, An! Please come out!” said Mas Faiz.

I can't say anything, Mom. Really. –beninku.

Mas Faiz shook my body while crying. I'm staying quiet. Only tears grow louder. I can't move my body or my mouth to say anything. I really feel scared.

Then two policemen came in and took the body of Kak Dimas.

“An.. I beg.” said Mas Faiz.

I started my head really heavy and I closed my eyes. Everything's dark. I really know what dark means.

***

I opened my eyes. I am in a room like a hospital. I think I was in the hospital. My head is heavy. I forced myself to sit down so I could see the situation around not only the roof of the hospital.

“An, you wake up, darling?” someone approached me.

Suddenly that face turned into someone who had harassed me. I don't recognize the figure in front of me. I only saw him as someone who had harassed me.

“Go!” I cried as I took the pillow and threw it at him.

“An, it's me. Your husband.” said someone.

“No! I don't have a husband yet. You're just a savage man!” myrag. I throw a glass at him.

PYARR!

The glass fell on the floor.

I hugged my own knee and grabbed my hair which was now covered in a veil. I feel scared. I was afraid that person would come back to harass me. I'm really scared. The shadow of how my body was blindly touched scared me so much.

My tears are flowing again.

“An, this is Mas. Please, this is Mas Faizmu, forgive mas.”.

I threw everything near me to him.

“Go! You're not my husband. You're just a demon!” I roared while covering my ears and shaking.