Married 14 Times

Chapter 1

My name is Julia, I'm almost 60.

From childhood I was never taught school education or religious education by my mother, because when I was a TODDLER both parents divorced.

Growing up in a village with a life that is very far from the word prosperous, eating alakadar, sometimes just rice as salt.

Mother is also a woman who is very light-handed, there is wrong or not wrong, mother always blows on parts of my body. Pain is very painful, crying only adds to the anger of the mother is getting peaked.

When I was a teenager, my mother married a man of virgin status, when the pregnant mother of her husband went out of nowhere, I was always told by my mother to make work to eat us, at that time, what could make money ? With no energy, my mother always tortures me if I go home without money or food, at the end I start to dare to steal, neighbor bananas, neighbor chickens, rabbits, yams, yams, let me be free from the torment of my mother.

At the age of 13, my mother forced me to marry a man who was more worthy of being my grandfather, I refused but again the torture and threats I received, no other choice, no choice, I accept the mother's wish that I no longer accept the torture of mother, as it is not the little money that mother received from the bandot to ask for my hand, the reason of the mother's lighthearted, the reason for the mother's torment, make the provision and cost of labor of mothers who were pregnant at that time old from irresponsible men.

After the marriage contract, I was taken to another village by my husband, in the middle of the tea plantation house was built, the air was very cool, and the, until I am not strong to take a shower or just wash my face. I collapsed my thin body on a worn-out cotton mattress, bed linen alakadar, but quite comfortable in the appeal of living with a cruel mother, but this is the beginning of my suffering from that bandot.

He forced me into the bathroom while flushing my body, shivering yes of course, I was crying at that moment, but the bandot even deliberately threw a dipper right on my face, I roared loudly, he said, he's crazy, my God, maybe this is the end of my life, I'm slapped here and there, kick after kick I feel so hard that I can no longer digest, he's my hairpins, he's my hairpins, he pushed me to the ground, fresh blood so warm it flowed from my nose and the corners of my lips, dark I could no longer feel and look around. Resigned in do"a, facing a very bitter life line.

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Part 2

Before the torture of the bandot was getting fiercer, it felt like someone was whispering if I had to quickly pura fainted, immediately I relaxed this entire body to touch the bathroom floor, so I could not help but, there is a sweet shadow in my mind, maybe the bandot was feeling sorry for this situation, the bandot immediately went out the bathroom and called the tea pickers to take me to the bedroom, in my heart I feel winning, continue with this acting, fainting because this is the only way so that the bandot does not continue to torture me.

The bandot boy immediately left after putting my body on the old cot, there was a sound of the bandot entering the room, he closed then in the lock of his bedroom door, it was, jleb my heart instantly froze, what do you want this fucking bandot ?.

He took off all his clothes, and then he stripped me of all my clothes, and I immediately revolted because of a deep fear, but as quickly as lightning reached this hand, he kissed, he rubbed my head, and then he seduced me with a million words that I'd heard in my lifetime.

I take a deep breath, who is this bandot ? Why is her attitude suddenly sweet ?

Because it is still innocent, the bandot easily fooled me, when silent, he immediately attacked me with his ferocious, first night attack for him, but the attack hurt me, it hurt me, not enough 1 time he vent his biological desires, but until many times until the tears are no longer able to represent this pain.

By evening, came a middle-aged woman carrying a very delicious food in my opinion at that time, yes because the mother never gave a decent food for consumption, there was fried chicken, fried fish, and so on, sambal terasi, lalapan, tofu tempe, rice liwet typical food of Sundanese people .I forget that if I am finished in torment, I eat the food without the command of the bandot, delicious, full, full, satisfied taste enjoyed the delicious food and ended with a slumber in the living room accompanied by a black and white TV size 12 inc that flamed because of the power accu.

The next morning the crazy bandot was flushing my still good body, I wave because of the incredible shock, I cried so so so so her, but she instead kicked me ,his long hair was waist length again became a victim of the brutality of the wild grandfather, he tied me up on a rattan chair, then he razor all my clothes, I resigned, doo"a the best in heart, he also returned to my helpless beatings, until the evening before, I waited for the arrival of the middle-aged woman, not wanting to enjoy her food, but, but want to tell her my fate, who knows that woman can help me.

Paddles together, it turns out that the woman knows exactly what my condition is, because she has not only worked as a food delivery man, but also a tea picker at this goddamn bandot plantation, she said, do not run first, be patient until tomorrow evening he comes, he will give money for my fare and supplies on the way.

Last night not to be able to close my eyes at all, the shadow of tomorrow torments me so much, why does the bandot ask for rations always during the day ? Why torture first ? does the mother who told me to recite it have to be tortured first ? Aaaahhh what kind of mother are you buuuu ? .

Want to pray tahajjud, but do not understand, the end just back and forth read al fatihah letter, until before the dawn adhan even this eye still can not be closed right.

The next morning, I embraced the bandot, like the advice of the woman who delivered food to us, I took him to take a shower, I rub his back, then I put clothes on him, then I put clothes on him, he smiled and patted my shoulder.

" July, haven't you ever played with the plantation ? will you come and control the tea picker ?". Immediately nodded cheerfully, I followed behind the bandot, so many tea pickers there, the end met the same woman. I pura picked tea, pura asked how to pick tea on the woman, when she was careless said, "later afternoon in the busiest rantang there is money for your fare, when the lady said, "later in the afternoon there is money for your fare, tomorrow morning once you leave, if you get caught, don't take me", so he said, I nod my head sign agree.

Around the vast tea plantation, time did not feel so fast, the heart was cheerful, because only last night again the fear would be over.

Long story short abis adhan dawn, soon I open the door very slowly, walk in the darkness down the tea garden, no more fear of wild animals or evil humans, no more, all that is in the mind is to immediately meet the vehicle to wherever its destination, because it is impossible to return to a vile mother.