Lukaku Paid by Yourself

Recollecting

The wind blows, bringing the cold air that always makes me miss. I've been living in this dirty place for two months.

I don't know why, my husband was so desperate to throw me out and his son in my heart.

Clear thread dripped, when it remembered the incident back then. Without sin, my brother and Mas Fahmi, could have cheated at our dream home.

"La, why daydream?" the gentle words of a woman, surprised me a little.

"Gak papa Sri, just want the same parents again" I replied as I began to wipe the tears that did not stop falling.

This beautiful woman beside me is Sri. It has been 2 months, since I was first banished by Mas Fahmi, he has always greeted me when I like or mourn. We are women who share the same fate. Her husband was both having an affair with a call woman, while she and her toddler were left to live in a dirty place like this.

But ill-fated, God loved his son more and let his fleshly blood be in the best place. As for him, he must stay in this place with me who also has a fate that is not less bad.

My stomach is getting bigger, maybe this is my month to give birth. I invited Sri to come to my house just to tell Mas Fahmi that her son would be born soon.

Slender...

Knock on the door a few times, but there's no answer, just a disgusting voice I heard. Finally I bravely approached Mas Fahmi who was enjoying his night with my stepbrother. With indifference, they still do disgusting things in front of me and Sri.

Somehow I have to tell you how broken this heart is. I put my foot out of this house. With the force of a thousand, I flew up to the top of the tree and began to cry. Remembering the night of the bastard, when Mas Fahmi and Mbak Nindi were caught cheating. I should have been angry, but they hit my head and trampled on my big belly. Even without pity they buried me under this tree, but I was still breathing.

The night changed in the morning, now the sun began to show its light. Seconds pass into minutes. My crying began to subside, along with the arrival of my friend Sri.

"La, here I bring you something to eat" in his soft voice, he thrust out a handful of raw chicken that he might have stolen from Mr. Kasim's house.

I actually refuse to eat this food. But as time went on, I thought this food was my favorite.

"Father Sri. We eat together." Take me to him.

"No, I ate one at Pak Kasim's place. Sorry yes, even if it's the rest I eat, but it's still clean ko La" Now he paints his sweet smile.

Ever since we met, he was my only friend in this realm. Although I should be able to rest in peace, but my grudge is still a fan of my journey.

Sri is a beautiful person, she used to be diligent about going to school and did not forget many men who were waiting for her to become a widow. Unfortunately, the husband did not know at that profit, had damaged Sri's trust. Depressed her until she started planning the murder of her husband and pela.

Now he was searching, where were all the savage men. Revenging was the only way for him to rest in peace. Often I saw him sitting on the river bank, only to weep and hum. So that anyone who hears the song will feel pity and feel very sad.

"Wait for mother son, mother must go home" said Sri Lirih.

She's a strong woman, maybe her body hasn't been buried properly. But he willingly, came to the dream of an oustad just to tell his son's body in a swamp.

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...Stay calm, wind. The storm will remain hidden, when the day begins to shine. Many flowers bloomed behind the laughter of a mother....

"Sri, have you found all those biad*ab guys?" ask Sri.

Since yesterday he's been so weird, it's not like he always entertains me with his jokes. Even now he does not often comment, about my shabby hair.

"Not yet La" he said briefly.

Now he began to look moody, and his face looked paler than before.

"Why you?" my question, made Sri cry immediately. The cold embrace from him made me a little comfortable. A lot of people thought we could only scare them. We can also protect each other. Even in the past, when I was a full human being, sometimes I felt afraid of all things mystical.

"La, I've killed all those bej**men." he said slightly trembling, maybe this is what makes him moody.

"Hand me soon to be over. Currently, I have to complete one task. I'll find the lady jal**g and my beloved husband. With this I can go quietly."

There was a little fear running through my heart. This is the true nature of the dead Sri. Ever since we met, I've never seen a scary face and a high tone of speech. With confidence, I kept calm so that he would not feel offended by my behavior.

"Ma.sorry yes La. Sorry I scared you. It was all spontaneous, my heart was broken considering all those events. My memories are only with my son. It was just yesterday, I hugged and kissed him. Holding him tightly, teaching him to write and teaching. But I've been knocked down, my soul is gone. All of this was baj**gan and his affair. I'm gonna get all this pain done by taking her to hell!" The emphasis in each of his words brought me back to the fire.

I really hate those who have killed me and my son. This grudge in the heart will never be over even though they cry blood and prostrate on my feet. Considering all their heinous acts really makes it more horrible than ibli*.

Sri is my friend and only she understands my every problem and my sadness. It was able to dampen my anger and it was the figure I was now focusing on to stay firm on my desire for revenge. The events that happened to Sri were truly cruel. Even set*n must have laughed with satisfaction when he saw the kebiad*n her husband who was so hearty to kill Sri and her child. I also heard the story of Sri being ignited by fire and wanted to participate in destroying and destroying them. But I am aware of my position. I have the same goal and the same grudge as Sri. I hope Sri can return calmly when her grudge is over.