The Primadona Malam

Crushed

Niram, who was already helpless due to experiencing rudapksa, was only able to lie weak. Niram was unconscious when the young man cruelly challenged him. And when he opened his eyes, the young man was no longer visible from his nose. Hmm, I don't know where the depraved young man went.

For a few minutes after waking up, Niram could only lie down. His whole body feels stiff. He just stared blankly at the ceiling. Even the wind that pierced his skin, he did not feel.

Niram was still in shock with what had happened to him. Until the howling of the dog that sounded from a distance, brought Niram from his subconscious.

Slowly, Niram began to move both of his hands. Slowly his body began to lift. Little by little, Niram shifted his sitting position until his back touched the bed rest. He stared at the blood splotches on the bedsheet that had been crushed by the moonlight. Niram was no longer able to cry. Her tears began to dry as her virginity blood splattered on the bedsheet.

The dog's howl began to approach. With great difficulty, Niram got up from the bed. The pain in his vagina was not heedless. One thing is for sure, he must immediately leave the old house which bears silent witness to the depraved actions of a young bastard.

With a limp step, Niram began to descend the steps one by one. Every now and then, Niram fixes his blouse that has been torn here and there. His plisket skirt already looked ragged. However, Niram had no other choice. She was forced to wear those unworthy clothes rather than have to go out naked.

Arriving outside, Niram circulated his gaze. The old house was so big. The dark atmosphere of the night, increasingly makes Niram difficult to see the road behind the walls of the yard.

Uughhhh...!

Humpy-bustle!

The dog's howls began to sound again. Even this time, it was mutually convenient. Fear began to ambush Niram. His entire body pores were bristling. No doubt, Niram immediately ran to get out of the yard of the old house. Arriving outside the gate, he began to be confused to take the direction of the path he had to go through.

Uughhh....!

Again, the dog's howl was heard.

"I need to get out of here. I have to go home!" muttered Niram while swinging his steps choosing the right lane.

Going home? But where am I supposed to go home? My life has been ruined. There's no way I'm going home in this situation. Monologue Niram in his heart.

A flash of the old man's smile as he let it go, flashed back.

Nah! I can't shake their smile. There are many hopes they have held on to me. Should I crush their hopes with a reality like this? Nah! I've been broken, but I can't break their hearts. I don't want to go home like this. I don't want them to bear the shame of having a child that's already worthless. No longer have a future. I don't want to!

Inner Niram continued to fight. His footsteps were getting faster, albeit aimlessly. The pain and tiredness were no longer ignored. Suddenly, Niram's head felt heavy. His eyes began to twitch. Her chest hurts.

My God, is death going to pick me up soon? Hmm, it's better than me to live in humiliation, his mind while smiling thinly.

Brugh!

Niram's down. A split second later, he could not remember anything else.

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The ringing of the phone was so loud, it woke Ahsan from his sleep. Since last night, Ahsan was unable to close his eyes. The soft words spoken by the girl with my eyes made Ahsan unable to sleep. Until the early hours of the morning, a new drowsiness approached.

Ahsan squirms to stretch his stiff muscles. However, as the sunlight dazzled his eyes, Ahsan was shocked.

Is it noon already? batin Ahsan while grabbing the clock on the small table beside the bed.

"Hour 7!" screeched Ahsan, "astaghfirullah, I'm bad luck!" he continued as he got out of bed.

Ahsan ran to the bathroom. The sun has already revealed itself. However, Ahsan has not fulfilled his obligations. Therefore he rushed to the bathroom for ablution.

Let it be too late, the important thing is to pray than not at all, Ahsan's mind while raising his hand to do takbir.

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Meanwhile somewhere else.

"Where did the boy go? Cook hasn't woken up yet? Here, 'it's noon, '" Natasha grumbled as she threw her phone in any direction.

"What the hell are you, son? How upset I looked, " asked Lila who was delivering breakfast to her granddaughter.

"Ish, Oma ... Breakfast does not need to be delivered here either, right. Later if you're hungry, Tasya must go to the dining room, really."

Instead of answering Lila's question, Natasya even scowled because Lila was still serving her like a child.

"Wait for you to be hungry for a long time, Shay. You never pay attention to the condition of your own body," grumbled Lila. "Let's get closer, let Oma bribe," he added.

"Omaaa ..." whining Natasha as she approached her beloved grandmother.

"You called Ahsan?" asked Lila when she saw the position of the flat object lying just like that on the bed.

"Yes, Oma. But not lifted too, do not know again what the child," replied Natasya.

"Yes, why don't you accept Ahsan's offer," continued Lila.

"I mean Oma?" Natasha asked back while frowning.

"Yes, you went to college at her place" added Lila.

"Of Oma ... Tasya has said that Tasya's brain is weak to think. Anyway, not necessarily papa ngizinin Tasya majors on the topic. In .. papa, 'is a businessman, he needs an heir, not a proselytist, '" replied Natasha.

"Emang, you want to be an ustadzah?" ask Lila again.

"Yes, Oma!" exclamation Natasya. "So, it was Oma who told Tasya to go to college with Ahsan" he added.

"Yes not Ushuluddin's majors either, Sya. Other majors, right, a lot. You can take a teacher, sharia economics, or law" explained Lila.

"But Tasya wants to be a fashion designer, Oma. Kayak aunty Kania. 'It's good, every month there are events abroad. Work can be while walking as well," said Natasya.

"Yes, you ask Ahsan. Is such a major on his campus?" lila said.

"I have to go to Ahsan anyway, Oma," Natasya said.

"Come, Sya. Oma only feels calm if Ahsan is beside you. Hmm, Oma hope, hopefully there will be a soul mate among you," said Lila.

Natasha just pursed her lips. Although deep down, she was following the hope of her grandmother.

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"Emh .. ha-haus .. a-I'm thirsty," said Niram lirih.

"You want a drink? Hold on, I'll get it!"

The crazy girl got up from the bed. Shortly after, he came with a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink!" said the girl while thrusting the glass.

Niram tried to reach him. However, his hands were too tired to reach for the glass.

"Sedotan!" exclaimed the girl in a satin kimono, "awhile, I get a straw for you," he continued as he passed away.

Niram did not answer. He just looked at her. Another foreign place for him.

Oh my God, where else am I?