Mom's Not a Prostitute

The House that Convicted Prisoners

I hope all this is just a nightmare and I'll wake up soon.

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My cry echoed in my heart, though it was silent. Only the shaken back is so great. As the wound crept rapidly, clenching the chest. To the morning light that fell to the earth, I questioned the destiny that God was pouring into my life. Why is it so tragic? I feel like I never did anything that could hurt anyone else. Why are they tested like this? I suddenly thought of Mak. Somehow it would happen if he knew this. With conditions that are already unstable, I fear he will be more hit when I tell him. But sooner or later, he should know. I can't possibly survive here. It's better to go back to Mak's house than to live with the man who now treats me like an animal. To hell with the household that's actually been fine these two years. I was confused myself again. I don't know what caused Daeng Hasan to turn that drastic. I thought he was crazy. All of this must have something to do with the woman he cheated on. If now he really loves and wants to live peacefully with the bitch, why not just divorce me? Speak about. For me it's much better than it has to be as it is now. It's not like crazy people.

I glanced at Daeng Hasan who looked very slumbering. It seems that the influence of alcohol has not completely disappeared. I woke up slowly, carrying the still sleeping Tiara. Today I had to run away from this house. I didn't have time to bring anything, there was no time to pack. I didn't even think of bringing a dime. I just want to disappear from this house as soon as possible.

I'm sneaking out. Trying not to make a sound until it managed to reach the door handle that turned locked. Damnit.

"Where are you going?" Daeng Hasan's voice surprised me.

I looked up, found him standing not far from me. Now even go closer. Eyes burning. He really wasn't the man I knew, the owner of the knotty smile that melted my heart. I clenched Tiara's body tighter. I freaked.

"Does it turn out like this?" I stared into his eyes as he was only two steps away from me.

He did not answer, but smiled strangely.

"I want to go home, Mom."

"For what? You can't go anywhere. You must remain in this house, serve me, fulfill your duty as wife."

"But you're crazy. How can a husband give up his wife's body for another man to enjoy?" My voice's up.

"Shut up!" timpal Daeng Hasan in a higher tone.

Tiara surprise. He woke up and immediately cried.

"You think making money is easy? You think I'm not tired of banging every day? So what's wrong with you occasionally helping me make money."

"But that does not mean even drunk gambling and make the wife as a betting item, Daeng." My tears broke, unpretentious to Tiara's cries. I stroked his back. The boy looked terrified at our voices.

"Judi can make you rich. Once won, the money is a lot."

"Easy! It's free to talk to you. Remember, you're my wife, so you must obey whatever I tell you to." Daeng Hasan again showed a strange smile.

"Go away, I'm out!" He pulled me away from the door. "Remember, don't try to escape. Wherever you go, I can definitely take you back to this house" he added, opening the door. Then completely leave after closing and locking back the door from the outside.

I was flabbergasted, still not sure that every single scene had actually happened in my life. Tiara's crying became more and more so. Looks like this child also felt this sudden gripping atmosphere. What am I supposed to do now?

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I tried to calm Tiara who kept whining to ask her out. He never sat in the house. He wanted to play in the yard, chase the dragonfly, or throw a neighbor's chicken. That's fun. He certainly will not understand the conditions that are plaguing us, no matter how I explain. I dampened my ego, forgetting for a moment the problems that made things turn 180 degrees. I invited him to play, anything that could make him forget the desire to go out. In the end he slept after I gave him porridge and a bottle of milk. I was so worried that she got sick after crying for a long time.

After Tiara went to sleep, I went back to thinking hard, looking for a way to escape from this house. Not just the doors, all the windows are locked. Paired beam bars from outside. I don't know when Daeng Hasan did it. This confirms that he has long been devising this madness, perhaps even since the first time he showed me a faint smile. This place is no longer a house, but a prisoner.

If I yell, maybe someone will hear me and can finally help me get out of this place. But, I don't want to wake Tiara. He will cry again. Whine for me to come out again.

By midday Daeng Hasan had not returned. To get rid of the hunger, I cooked a potluck. Anything available in the kitchen. I'm tired of crying. I feel like my tears have been shed.

By late afternoon, when Tiara had woken up, I decided to shout for help. But the one who came opened the door and then Daeng Hasan. My screams of course made him furious. He glared at me violently.

"You dare to challenge me?" He gripped my arm tightly. Tiara who did not understand anything just stared confusedly. And it looks like he's scared.

I didn't say anything, nor did I cry anymore. Just trying to return her gaze, as if she was really about to put up a fight. I don't know in what way.

"If you dare to run away from here, I'll make sure your life won't calm down!" His left hand was clutching both my jaws.

After being satisfied with the threat, Daeng Hasan asked me to cook two fish milkfish that he brought home. He used to be a connoisseur of that many bony fish. Maybe it's the only thing that hasn't changed from him. While I was carrying out his orders, he invited Tiara to play outside. The boy's face was immediately cheerful. For a moment, I thought this nightmare was over. I just woke up and God gave me my life back. Actuallyno. Daeng Hasan just came home to eat. When he was full, he left. This time without locking or locking me in the house, but instead carrying Tiara. After a day confined in the house, of course the child did not refuse to be invited to leave. It's been a terrible threat to me, far more restrictive than just tightly locked doors and windows. If I dare to run away, I will never see my little daughter again.

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