The moon Erlangga
1. PROLOGUES
God, I just want a fair life.
Live with happiness like them.
Not living with the pain that haunts me!
I ran through the darkness of the night, braving myself against fear. I kept running no matter what my little feet were not wearing. There was no pain except fear.
Behind me was a grown man chasing and continuing to shout with deafening anger, buzzing provoking peerless fear for me.
“Stop you!” yelled the man.
I was shocked along with the growing fear. With the rest of the courage I had, I ran as hard as I could. Wishing to be free from the figure that was chasing me.
Anyone help me!
The road I was going through was very quiet. It is natural, now it is midnight plus this rural area.
“I said stop you!” angry screams the man back.
I stumbled over a rock, my feet bleeding. I should be crying now! There were no tears but the fear completely took away the pain in my legs.
I cried and tried to stand up. I could see the man who was talking to me getting closer. I forced my legs to move again, walking slowly with the rest of my energy.
While the man lowered his footsteps, showing off a cruel smile. He walked slowly closer towards me. The man was happy when I got caught.
“Where are you going? Uncle told you, stay home!” the man pretended to be good. I looked at the man with fear.
“Luka yes?” the man was holding my injured leg. He smiled cunningly, “ayo we go home, we have a good activity today.”
The man carried me and whispered, “hope to escape? don't dream!”
I tried to bash and yell at the man who was pounding on me.
I may be 10 years old but I understand what the 40-year-old wants. She's my nanny, her name is Verendo. I used to call him Uncle Ve, after an incident where my family didn't want me anymore. Uncle Ve always helps me.
And now I realize Uncle Ve is a pedophile. He's made me his target for a long time. I was a fool to believe too much with Uncle Ve.Maybe my life is more meaningless after being dumped by my own family.Now I am a victim of sexual abuse.
Uncle Ve laughed out loud. Made me put up a dangerous sign.
Papa, mom.
My body can no longer feel anything but fear.
Uncle Ve took off his shirt, approached me. I rebelled, beat, bite or whatever tried to break away from Uncle Ve.
My efforts failed, resulting in nothing but me blows from Uncle Ve. What can a 10-year-old child do? I'm broken, I'm despicable.
I close my eyes, maybe it's my destiny. Dead with no one knowing. Let alone knowing, realizing I'm missing just won't be there. I can still faintly hear Uncle Ve's words.
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In the white room, a little boy lay with an infusion in his hand. He was unconscious, all over his body could be seen there were bruises like marks being hit.
Faced with the bed where the little boy slept, there was a chair. A man estimated to be in his 40s.
Ccleks…
The door opened and a doctor and nurse entered. The doctor asks permission to examine the patient. After a few minutes it was the nurse's turn to sound something into the child's infuse.
“How is doctor Dion, the condition of this child?” ask the man who was faithful from the beginning to wait in the room.
Dion's facial features look like a mess, he didn't expect to handle a patient like this straight away. It's pathetic!
“As we talked about last night doctor,” said Dion and provided a file containing laboratory results. “The result is positive, I am also sad. A child without sin must face cruelty!”
The man called the doctor opened the file Dion had given him. Read the results found in the laboratory. In addition to child abuse victims, they are also victims of abuse.
How cruel!
“You know his family? There are some things I have to say about this boy,” asked Dion.
“I don't know doctor Dion. I accidentally passed that location while searching for my patient.”
They were silent for a moment, thinking about the continuation of the little boy.
“How about doctor Dion talk to me first. For a while this child I was guarding.”
“Good, let's go to my room.”
