The Foreign Softness

##Bab 3 Is being woefully imprisoned

As if

realizing something, Candra suddenly turned her head. When he saw the car

while speeding, his handsome face became the center of death. Instantaneously

the smile on his face disappeared. He pushed Stella away

closest to my car. But he did not escape, he who

hugging his son rolled a few meters away.

Volkswagen

The Bora I was driving also lost control and crashed into the rocks on

housing complex. Blood quickly dripped from my forehead to make

my sight became blurred. When I was unconscious, I heard a car siren

police and ambulance.

When

I opened my eyes and I was in the hospital. My head's wrapped in gauze

thick, the injury to my head made me dizzy. My body is a little out of control.

Two policemen stood by the bed, waiting for me to get up for questioning.

I also saw the expression of my friend, Cindy Pawaka who looked anxious and

apprehensive.

"A

where's killer? I'm gonna kill him!"

Her mother

Candra, Bherta Wijaya walked in while shouting angrily. She ran

entering like a gust of wind, he ignored the police blocking him, then

he raised his hand and slapped me twice.

"You

is a murderer, executioner! You can't give birth to a child, even still

wanted to kill my son and grandson. Today, I'm going to kill you!"

Bherta

attacked and strangled my throat with both hands.

Wound

my forehead is back open. Fresh blood instantly soaked the thick gauze.

The woman I called my mother for four years. The woman I treat

like my own mother. As if he didn't think of me, his eyes looked red

and the pulse in both hands pulsed like a devil's claw strangling my neck.

"Let go!

You're gonna kill him!" Cindy was frightened and rushed to let go

bherta's hand.

However,

all of that is useless. Bherta wants me dead for her son and granddaughter.

My neck

strangled until he could not breathe. My eyes were white, I thought I was going to die.

If Bherta hadn't strangled me to death, I would have been put to death by

the court for killing the father and daughter.

Later,

the police saved my life. Before this case was investigated, I was the one who

this executioner cannot die.

Policeman

pull Bherta away. After Bherta cried and scolded for a long time,

he was pulled away by his relatives. The police took notes and asked why I

bumping into Candra and her daughter.

I

she said, Candra lied to me. He cheated on her and had a daughter

which is already big. For almost four years he lied to me. I was hit

until it hit them.

Policeman

showing that expression is sympathy, but sympathy is no excuse not to

caught me. Three days later, I was taken away in a police car.

While

awaiting trial, Stella posted on the Internet, saying initially

her and Candra are a couple, I'm a third party snatch

her lover. Unable to bear a child, I want to kill

his daughter. Fortunately on that day Candra was there, otherwise her daughter

must be dead.

Him

said with tears streaming down like blood dripping, the spectators

so angry and hateful of me this so-called "love. There are also

colleagues in the legal profession volunteered to help Stella sue me.

They swore to get me the death penalty.

Sure

only, I don't know any of this. Cindy told me while crying. Cindy too

tell Candra and her daughter not to die. When my car hit them,

he had a slight scuff wound on his arm. While Candra should not

injured, but because he pushed Stella to not have time to dodge and

as hard as he could to protect his daughter, his internal organs were bleeding and also

a lot of broken bones. He is still being treated in the ICU.

Water

eyes fell.

Male

this is the man who always said he would spoil me like a princess.

In the next life he will marry me. He used his life to

protecting the cheating woman and her daughter.

Bherta

coming again, she screamed and cried hysterically. He wanted to stab me

behind the thick glass with a knife. I don't seem to see the incident

that, I'm desperate.

With

hurry, the day of the trial has arrived. I was held by two policemen and stood in

the examination chair, I was wearing prisoner clothes and my hands were also handcuffed.

Bherta and Candra's father, Rinaldi Kurniawan also came. Rinaldi's Expression

looks not funny. When I saw her, Bherta yelled at me. If the police

not stopping him, he would attack and tear my face apart.

Possibly

because her injuries were so severe, Candra was not present at the trial. However, friends

candra's childhood has come. Their expressions looked very angry

wanting to skin me, some also looked helpless and regretful, some were

don't believe this. The woman they called sister-in-law turned out to be

the foul hearted devil.

Stella

standing in the plaintiff's seat, she cried until her body trembled and continued

muttering, "Julia isn't even three years old yet, how could she be

it was cruel to hit him ...."

Appearance

this weak and pitiful one, coupled with the sympathy of the people towards

the weaker one, the more the audience was angry. They shouted for the judge

severe punishment. Just Cindy crying and screaming if I

not guilty.

I

smile with Cindy. They want me dead, what use are you shouting

by himself?

Finally,

the judge stopped the commotion, the court's decision was not in accordance with

bherta and Cindy wanted it, because the guy I hit didn't die.

I

he was sentenced to five years in prison and began life in prison. Hair

curly my ladders cut short to the ears. Professional suit and

capak was replaced by a loose and simple prison uniform. I'm working

hard like the other female prisoners, eat the simplest food,

living in a shabby prison with other prisoners.

Di

among the female prisoners, there are defendants whose cases are handled by me. They

I will not miss the chance to take revenge on you. When there is

supervisor, they didn't dare torture me. However, the night becomes a protector for

them.

They

grabbing my hair, injuring my thighs, piercing my skin with the tip of a pen, flushing

my arm with boiling water. They hurt all my body that was covered by

dress in every way they think.

I

withhold all that torture.

I

don't understand how the very self-protective me can withstand all

that's. I can even endure all that inhumane torture.

Possibly

it's because I'm desperate.

I

desperate until physical abuse can't provoke me anymore. Even me

I felt no pain because my heart was also numb.

Subsequent to

three months in jail, Candra comes.