Ravana's Note: Scandal

Note 29: The Past is Dark

“Sisca, the shirt..”

“Hehe,” Fransisca laughs softly, “This shirt I wore the last time I looked beautiful in your eyes, that time. Also the last time I looked pathetic. You even passed out at that time,” The woman fixed the tip of her skirt to cover her thighs.

“Luckily, my astral form is perfect. Maybe because the memory of the perfect figure of my body is still in my brain. Not about the figure without hands and without legs,”

“Hem,” murmured Ravana miris.

“You know, my body is always covered in bandages in the villa of Eyang Gandhes. I have never really clearly seen the miserable condition of my body. Moreover, my soul is bound to you, so I have only visited the villa of Eyang,” a few times

“But Eyang often invites you to chat?”

“Ohya, often. To my body at all times. Even now that he was also chatting with me, I heard his voice right now. He's like the old man I never had. Even he who allowed me to appear in front of you,” that woman's face looked happy.

Fransisca reached out to touch Ravana's cheek. Although the shape is a person's spirit, but the touch feels real. Warm and soft. “You have grown up well, Iwan.. ah, even then you have been a good boy,”.

“Hm,” Ravana can only mumble. He wanted to ask a lot of things, but looking at the woman now, everything he wanted to ask disappeared from his head.

It was as if everything no longer needed answers.

“Iwan,” Slowly Fransisca got closer to the young man and hugged him, “Everything you heard from your mother and her commander, is true,”

Iwan lowered his head while also hugging Fransisca, sipping the fragrance of Francica's soul. Smelling spices that cools his mind.

I think he is in this position. Hugging this woman's body.

Where huh?

While trying to remember, Ravana then closed his eyes.

“You injured no?” the voice from the past instantly shaded in his mind.

The voice he knew...

Fransisca Voice.

“I'm afraid,” murmured Ravana. Then put the two legs together towards his body and bend it.

“She's a rich kid,” says one more voice. Women too, “Tasmirah, don't be near you can be emailed again,”

“He kidnapped?!” This bule woman in front of him, surprisingly looking back. Ravana could see the other woman, dressed the same as the Tasmirah but with a typical Malay face, waving at the beautiful woman in front of Ravana.

“Here, he's none of our business. Don't waste time, your life will be threatened,” said the other woman.

“But he's still a kid!” the Tasmirah protest.

“We were also there when we were kids, so that's not new,”

“Therefore we must-”

“Tasmirah!! Heyy!!” a man shouted from the end of the room. Then the sound of steps thumped.

Ravana peered over his knee. The man was wearing only jeans, his body was full of tattoos and his hair was irregularly shagged.

“Udah I said do not hold rare items!!” The man grabbed the golden hair of Tasmirah until the woman screamed in pain and stood up while holding her hair, “Lu really did Cun! I work lo, once again you are here!!”

“A-a-pardon Bang...pain bang!” hiss Tasmirah.

“I told you not-” hiss the Malay woman.

“Lo only ‘tells’ doang? Pull him dong, let's not come here ah! You all kepo! Bang Gopar dateng can run out all!!” violently and still grabbing the blonde hair of the Tasmirah, the man pulled everything to get out of the room.

Then the next one is just dark.

Ravana opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the cement floor.

He glanced around him, still as dark as in the beginning, not a single human being.

Ravana straightened his body again and sat curled up. I don't know where he is at the moment.

His body was all sick and he was very thirsty. But he did not even dare to move his body.

Then a noise came from the floor above him.

And a man's scream.

Ravana curled back and forth until his body pressed against the wall.

BRAKK!!

The iron door in front of him opened. Some men laughing herded another man who had been battered.

“You cut how much, huh?!” said one of them while pulling a machete from its sheath.

“There are some that I want to sell, vital organs do not hit. The other is up to you, or just tanem on the wall?!”

“The wall here is not already full is the same building steel?!”

“Still spacious,kok. Yes plus no papa right?!” another man lit his cigarette, “Oh yes, I need his hand for me to send to his bin, let them be afraid and not report pulis,”

“Iye, I've been pinned by pesen as well,” then next there is the sound of bone cut in Ravana's ear.

Crakk Crakk! Time and time again.

Even still accompanied by a slow cry from the victim.

Ravana is 10 years old. It was able to quickly realize that his current state was quite serious.

He could only stare while curling up, not daring to make a sound.

In his heart he remembered the sentence uttered by one of his Papa's men, Om Rumi.

“Wan, do not want to disappear so, you are the son of a conglomerate. 80% of humans on this earth really want to kidnap you for ransom,”

“I just want to buy meatballs, Om,” so grumbled Ravana at that time.

“Just escorted, yes,” Om Rumi still patiently responded to Ravana.

“Papa which many treasures but why am I made ribet, anyway?” grunts Ravana while walking out of the gate of his house.

Actually he could see some of his papa men on the side of the road. So Ravana feels pretty safe. After all, the meatballs are in front of the security post.

“Where are you going?” a voice made him look.

“Eh, Bang Gopar. Want to buy meatballs Mang Ujang,”

“Bakso again?! Didn't you eat with Miss Milady at the SCBD restaurant?”

“Yes, you know bang,” Ravana grinned.

“Yes, brother temenin,”

As he walks with one of Om Rumi's men, Ravana feels he is in a controlled situation.

“Lewat here, Wan. Deeper,” said Bang Gofar caught Ravana's arm as they reached the main road.

“Heh? Is there a shortcut?” Ravana frowned, because there was no shortcut.

“Gue is the ruler of this area, hehe,”

So Ravana innocently followed Bang Gopar.

And next he had woken up in this place.

Then the scene in Ravana's memory changes again.

Samar-sama, a man is seen grinding meat in front of him.

Hands, feet and areas clearly covered in human skin were scattered near the man.

The meat grinder was large and shiny, Ravana with a pounding heart noticed the scene. He was familiar with the tool, often used meatball sellers to grind meat before mixed with flour.

The human head, with a ripped scalp, seemed to fall off the table and roll down near Ravana's feet.

Already without eyes and without jaws, as if forcibly removed. Ravana once learned, if you want to eliminate identity, indeed all teeth, fingers, hair, and saliva must be removed.

And at that time Ravana felt his consciousness disappear again.

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A few moments later, the boy woke up again. Someone shook his body.

The fragrance of the fragrance of flower scented her nose.

“Hey, Darling? Can you wake up?” the soft voice that Ravana remembered. The golden-haired woman.

“Hum...” murmured Ravana. His throat is very dry.

“They are gone. It drink and eat first yes,” The woman held out bread and a bottle of mineral water.

Ravana ate his bread voraciously.

“I keep a water bottle behind here yes, drink it if you are thirsty, but don't get caught them,”

Ravana did not answer, he was busy eating.

Meat grinder.

Instantly the boy felt his stomach stir.

Then he vomited, too,

And then fainted again.

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*

Ravana woke up in a state of weakness. But things are better than yesterday. He also wears a blanket and a pillow on his head.

His mind, must be the blonde woman who put it down, because there is a perfume fragrance left there.

Then,

BRAKK!!

The door opened violently.

Women screams.

The sound of a man.

“Awas lo if you volunteer again! I cut t**et lo!!” exclaim the Man.

The woman in the white dress she threw until her skinny body hit the concrete wall.

Then the door was closed, again with an ear-splitting dings.

Ravana peeks. Ah, that woman again.

The woman tried to stand up and limped to a nearby cupboard, then she took out the deepest P3K box as if she had been hiding there for a long time.

“Hai,” greeting the woman approached Ravana while walking staggered. His face that looked in pain still forced his smile onto Ravana.

His body was full of blue-blue wounds, blood was flowing down his thighs.

“Tante, why?” ask Ravana.

The woman sat on Ravana's back and stretched out her thighs, then picked up an antiseptic bottle and a cotton swab. Groaning in pain he treated himself.

Ravana did not dare to disturb him.

“You... have eaten?” hiss the woman. He is also still in pain. But he tried to be gentle to Ravana.

“But,”

“This, I just stole it at the client's house,” the woman took some cake that she slipped in a hidden pouch in the fold of her skirt.

“Still, Aunt,”

“Drink it later I get it above,”

“No need, drink is still there,” Ravana is trying to drink as little as possible to avoid the possibility of dehydration and excessive urination. Because he knew it would make it hard on him. After all, if this woman took the drink up isn't it going to endanger her soul?

Then the woman groaned again as the antiseptic touched her skin again.

Ravana could only stand still and eat the cake slowly.

“Whose name are you dear?” asked the woman, her head turned slightly to the side towards the ravana that was curled up behind her.

“Iwan,” murmured Ravana.

“They said you were a son of a conglomerate,”

“Hum... if I am deflated, it is impossible to be held here, Aunt,” murmured Ravana.

“Haha is right too. What is your surname, maybe I can help you a little,” said the woman.

In his heart, he was a little hesitant to give the identity of his Papa to this woman. Moreover, he did not know who this woman in front of him was, who knew he was indeed here to trap Ravana.

“Pak Rumi, he works in Garnet group,” so Ravana gives the name of one of his Papa's aides.

“Pak Rumi, Garnet group, okay.. hopefully your fate can be luckier than me,”

BRAKK!!

The door opened again loudly, “Heh P**un!! Layanin Boss!” exclaiming a man.

Ravana reflexes hiding the cake.

“Ta-ta-but, I haven't healed Bang!” sahut the woman.

“Lu still have the same mouth b**l! Cepetan!!”

The blonde woman, breathing strengthened herself. Even his breath sounded trembling. Then he stood up with difficulty and while limping approached the man.

The man hit the woman's head tight, “Lelet really! Don't be spoiled!!”

And the door closed again.

Ravana stared at the nearby P3K box, then cleared the contents and walked to the end of the room where the closet had been. He hid it back to its original place. Because according to him, one day the woman will definitely need it. He returned to his place and ate his cake quickly.

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Ravana's memory scene turns again, to somehow how many days he was held captive. Day or night he doesn't even know exactly.

At that moment he woke up to hear the sound of crying nearby.

Ravana also straightened himself and saw a figure he recognized, wrapped in a white dress and golden blonde hair that looked soft.

However, the position of the woman was in a state of snuggling on the floor.

“Tante, why cry?” rahvana asked carefully.

“Nothing, aunt only sick,”

“They beat up aunty again?”

“That's okay Iwan, it's okay.” and the woman is back curled up. Blood flowed from behind her skirt, her face full of bruises. Seen his lips were reddish torn and swollen.

A very sad situation in the eyes of Ravana.

“I can hug aunt?”

The woman's thrills stopped, changing into a weak laughing voice.

“Jeez dear, can..” Fransita greeted the little Iwan who immediately embraced her.

“If Iwan cry, Mama likes to hug. Although initially angry. Iwan likes to be hugged Mama, because it smells,”

“Iya dear, yes..”

“Tante also scented,”

“Hehe..iya,”.

For a moment the woman cried in Ravana's arms. The boy knew for sure the suffering this woman was going through was very heavy.

“Iwan, I've managed to contact Mr. Rumi. They're on their way here,” whispered the woman.

Ravana was immediately tense. “We will be safe, Auntie?”

“You will be safe,”

“Tante also,”

“Maybe it's just you,”

BRAKK!!

Door slammed open. Some men came in while carrying a machete. “Basic P**un!! Die lo Bang-sat!!” exclaim them with anger.

They pulled the Woman by force and shrouded her. Then start beating him. Some kicked him and undressed him, then went beyond the limits of humanity on him.

The woman did not even have time to scream.

Ravana looked at him while glued.

Scene after scene of the sadist being deeply imprinted on his brain. Seeing such a beautiful figure in her eyes was being tampered with so quickly.

A hand was thrown from the crowd.

Hands are pure white, with taut fingers.

The hand that had hugged Ravana.

And the boy fainted.