Knitting Wounds Extreme

Nine years old story

Catastrophe in the middle of the night ....

In fact, it is not as bad as the life story of a Mayasari. The woman who works as an LC as well as a prostitute, looked up at the figure who had incised a lump of wounds on Maya.

Maya wrathful, when with her bow Aditya actually held her body, as Maya cried roaring and asked to be released.

Now, the body that once fought against the cruelty of life, no longer rebelled, no longer berated a Ditya. As much as possible Maya controlled herself, and held back all her wrath.

"Let's sit down and tell me everything, Maya. I want to hear the clarity of past misunderstandings" Ditya asked, leading Maya to sit on the sofa.

"Take enough of your anger, Maya. I want us to talk with a cold head. I know, things haven't been the same since nine years ago when I hurt you" Aditya said.

Maya herself was just silent, did not say and stared blankly at the large screen that was plastered on the wall next to the door.

"Tell me, Maya, tell me what happened after my departure that night" Ditya asked again.

"Oath by the heaven and the earth that sustains me, O son of Darmadji, I swear I do not want to remember that dark night until the next. I was once undervalued and once lived in the most despicable condition in your eyes. So I was not wrong when I decided to become a comfort woman, because in fact your family accused me of seducing you to be tempted. Go, don't make me say it three times, before I keep my promise to finish you off!" Exclaimed Maya who was still staring blankly at the wall before her.

"No. Tell me what my family did to you" Ditya asked.

The man of Darmadji's descent intended to reach out and gently rub Mayan's palm, but Maya brushed him aside and said, "swear by Aditya's god, never touch a dirty woman like me" Maya said later.

"Is that what you hate that you don't want me to touch? Alright. I won't force. Most importantly, tell me, how cruel my family was to you nine years ago," asked Ditya softly. The man had even descended from the chair and crouched down in Maya's hope.

Maya can only stare at Aditya with a look of injured eyes. Dreams and many hopes that have been destroyed, now seem to rise again after Ditya returned in his view.

"You sure you want to hear it?" asked Maya, still with a wounded highlight mixed with anger. His voice shook violently, revealing a worry in his heart.

"Yes, tell me and get everything out. Don't you be a sniff again. Now I have come back and I am in front of you. You are free to vent your anger on me, Maya," replied Ditya later.

Maya scooped up oxygen deeply, trying to dampen the emotions that seemed to be on the verge of exploding again at this time.

The beginning of the tragedy nine years ago ....

The night of tragedy, where Maya who did the union of body and soul with Ditya, followed by a morning full of disaster. Maya walks alone in the morning blind, among the rice fields owned by Ditya's father at that time. Even when the workers have not gone to the fields.

Maya is left alone in a bamboo room covered in rumbia leaves, by Aditya. As soon as the pair of puffy eyes opened, Maya's hands felt a sturdy bamboo cot with a floor mattress commonly used by workers to rest, amid the fatigue of working on the fields.

Maya's chest seemed to be jolted by this state. After rubbing herself full of naps, Ditya had left, leaving her with a line of wounds.

Just in line, but in fact the wound Ditya let it go without intending to treat it. When asked about regret, Maya so very sorry. But let it be, later Maya will meet Aditya and ask the seriousness of Ditya Ditya promised to Maya.

Skinny body condition due to malnutrition, accompanied by pregnancy that Maya has not been aware of, Maya ventured to check the condition of her body to the nearest health center. Other than the monthly guest delay, there was nothing Maya was worried about at the time.

How the lightning had struck Maya's heart and head, when a midwife at the puskesmas, told her that Maya was pregnant. Maya was worried, when she imagined, her mother knew the condition of Maya at that time.

The owner of the wavy hair decided to go see Ditya at his house. That's the only way, which Maya thinks is the solution.

Dear thousand dear, Maya must get inhumane treatment from the Aditya family.

"What do you mean, Maya? Repeat your sentence again. What did you say!" Inayah cried at that time.

"Sa .. I, I am pregnant with the seed of Mr. Aditya, Mrs Nyah," Maya wrote later.

All over Maya's body trembled, as if struck by thousands of these bitter facts. Surely, a wealthy and respectable family like Darmadji, would never accept Maya's existence.

"****** like you claim to have my sister's child? Let alone impregnating you, even to touch you alone, I can't believe my brother dared to do it. The cheap village woman. Go before we get rid of you. Silencing yourself is not a difficult thing to do!" Sherly cried, Ditya's most haughty, arrogant and arrogant sister.

Unlike Sherla who chose to keep quiet paying attention. There was a pinch of pity that Sherla felt. But the girl could not help her childhood friend, to defend her.

"I'm trying for God's sake. More than two months ago, Ditya did it to me. I want to take his promise that he says will be responsible if I carry his child" said Maya who clenched her hands in front of her chest.

Saying no more, Nyah approached and pulled Maya's hair spontaneously. The woman dragged Maya by force, with explosive emotions accompanied by her teeth clashing tightly together.

"How dare you slander my precious son. Get the fuck out of here. Never dream of being able to occupy the throne of the heir apparent of the Darmadji family!" Inayah cried out furiously.

What can the poor woman who was sickly do? Maya just sizzled resignedly to endure the pain, without being able to put up a fight. His heart ached to endure the inhumane treatment, but still tried to strengthen his coral-sturdy defense.

"I, I'm really telling you the truth, ma'am. There are no lies. I, I'm not good at making up stories," Maya still survives with her honesty.

The ragged pink shirt, accompanied by a black skirt that began to fade in color, made Inayah disgusted to see it. Moreover, Maya skin at that time, not much different from the rice harvest workers in his rice fields.

"Debah, just get out of here. Sheryl!" call Nyah to Sherly who is also as arrogant as her mother, "Call all the villagers. Tell everyone that the woman is lying has impregnated your brother. Tell him he has sinned with another man, and on behalf of Ditya. He has to leave this village. He and his mother, must vanish from our sight!" Nayah cried, before the bloody tragedy happened.

Bloody tragedy ....

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Guess what, what bloody tragedy, huh?