Teach me to forget

like living in the skin

kinggg...... At 15.00 pm, as usual the voice of the largest siren factory in his village even in national data it is the 3rd largest factory in Asia owned by PT.Alasca Company. Syafitri came out along with his mother and thousands of other workers, although he had risen to office three days ago to be higher, namely being a stap checking goods, Thanks to the diploma that ira recommends to company officials so that they can get a higher salary.

He stared at the amazement of the 5-storey building that had become his livelihood a few years back.he stared nanar and kesatkanwhat?the man who owns a company that big, and how rich he is can hire thousands of people and help people who are less capable like himself.

Syafitri remembered when he applied for a job with a Junior High diploma, every time he applied to any company he was always rejected raw because of his diploma. those who want to accept must use all the lubricants. Fuck it!!! he worked to earn money not to spend money, but different from PT companies. The Alaska Company, at first he was sure to be rejected but the company was very good and wise, can accept inexperienced people like himself and certainly many people who are as fortunate as him can enter the company with gratitude because it is difficult to get a job at that time.

"If given the opportunity to meet with the owner of the company I will say a lot of imaksih because all this time you are the master who has no idea who hehe!!! thank you very much"

While looking down and closing his hands on his chest he closed his eyes and his mouth was rumbling reciting the prayer, what is it??.

on the other side of the highest floor of the company a man in his black suit and not forgetting in his left hand clamped a cigarette to his tribe, he sucked and exhaled on the glass floor while looking out The frenzied atmosphere of the return of his employees, seen, But his gaze was fixed on a beautiful and cute girl who he saw in the north of his company that coincided with the building where he stood. He smiled amusedly at the face he had not seen since graduating from school.

"I don't think you've been here all along, my sweet.

After saying the prayer with a mouth that understood by himself while smiling and looking at the large writing on top of the building, Sayup was heard calling his name in the other direction saw an old figure who was still walking along with the twilight shade that would change to night and the sun would sink soon. a gentle smile was engraved on that already young face. "Mother" Syafitri stepped over to his mother who invited him to come home, usually the lover who always picked him up for some reason or what need he not pick up this time.

He took his mother's arm to the motorcycle parking lot, it was seen that there was already his sister who drove his mother to pick him up.

Syafitri was eager to scold his sister who had brought his mother to pick him up when he could go home alone. just like kaka's sister there must be a fuss her mother just smiled to see her two adult daughters fighting each other's mouths worried about her. before the pitri work in this factory is the one who worked first before his vulnerable body can no longer be invited to compromise and it is time to rest. There was a feeling of unbearability in the bottom of his heart that saw his tabi like it was also the desire of his own daughter who inherited his stubborn sipat his father.

The sound of Stater motor that is not good to hear and certainly failed to turn on the old motor of his father's legacy, Forced to have to be separated so that the motor is still alive, there was a smile engraved when the old motorbike was lit and ready to be climbed by safitri and her mother and sister. it has been their bias to ride the three motorcycles since long ago and the sound of old-school motorcycle engines left the company yard that nausea deserted, only the guards and some employees who went home but different directions with them.

The silence of the afternoon before night began to feel the cold began to penetrate their white skin, Tinggeret's voice had begun to sound oceanic signifying it was half six in the afternoon, the sound of their old motorbike pot was splitting the silence that afternoon.

Soups could be heard from behind the trees the gripping sound of a motor splitting the silence on the quiet country road.

Fear, crying, screaming, death mixed in at that moment in the bodies of the 3 helpless women. they smothered Syafitri with a cloth that had been given drugs and took him to leave his mother and sister who were helpless due to the blow they gave him.

Seen an old rice field hut that has been abandoned by the owner because it has been up ahead of the night, parked 3 motorcycles carrying Syafitri. with a still-vague awareness between conscious and unconscious he saw a masked man was no longer wearing clothes and one by one stripped his clothes.

Against, if you can!!, Syafitri has done from earlier What was the power surrounded by men stronger than him he can only cry in silence and endure the pain, he said, in the midst of his helplessness.

the crown she had retained, which would be given to her husband later.Now, had been forcibly taken with disrespect and in a disgusting manner by a man she did not know. Syafitri like in Kuliki alive in the middle of a depraved man's mess.

Morning dew begins to latch on to the leaves of rice that has begun to turn yellow bringing happiness to its owner. But not this morning, he licked towards his resting place hut when tired while working in the fields, lying a figure of pilu wrapped in his sarong cloth which was always used to pray.

"Astagfirulah...... Mah kadie ie in saung aya jelema (mah here in gubug there are people). (*in sundanese)

"Yes naon father meni gogorowokan atuh, era kubatur gera!!!in tempoken.(what's the father why screaming, shy to see people) in Sundanese*.

His wife came to her husband who was still standing stiff because he thought that the one in his hut was the corpse of a murder victim.

After being approached by his wife and examined, he realized that the man was the victim of a rape last night. and he woke up a fragging body full of punches and forced wounds with trembling hands and holding back tears.He saw the body move and began to emit a roaring sound that struck his heart. because he knew who was lying in his hut.

Syafitri!!!!! yes Syafitri.women hardworking, legitimate and respected as role models in her village are already in such a sad state. he shouted so that it would disperse the farmers who were working in the fields and approached his place.

at about the same time his sister and mother had been brought by residents who were going to go to the market on the shubuh, they were taken to their homes and in the crowds of residents and neighbors who began to wonder what had happened to them.

Like a big rock after telling the story this afternoon, now he heard that the child he loved and was proud of was found with a state of concern with the remnants of sexual abuse. He was beaten and cried so much that he became unconscious.