Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

46. About the Past.

🌹I don't know anymore how to forget the past events that have been swapped. Repeatedly tried, but the footage kept ringing. Cannot escape from memory.🌹

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“Aarrgh!”

I screamed with haphazard hands looking for a grip, as my legs slipped. Failing to reach the handle, the body staggered and then fell rolling into the abyss. Luckily it wasn't too deep, so I was still able to survive.

Just the brown uniform that I wore became dirty and wet, there were some parts that were torn from being hit by tree branches and rocks.

I was still fully conscious and could hear the screaming sounds of friends calling from the top of the cliff. However, when I wanted to get up, my body could not be moved. My feet were wedged between the roots of a tree and a large rock. I had to scream to let my friends know I was alive.

“Please!”

“Yes! Can you hear us? You okay?”

What a silly question I think. How could it be okay after falling from a cliff into a ravine? Do I have a body as strong as a stone that will not be easily scratched? Of course my whole body was sore and sore, it must have been full of wounds.

Friends and the builders were quite responsive, immediately making a rescue. Brother Varen was the first to reach the bottom of the abyss, where my body lay helpless. His face looked extremely worried with eyes scanning my state.

Quickly Varen took off the hasduk tied around her neck, spread it out to cover my exposed belly as my shirt was torn in that part.

“Can wake up no?” tanyanya while taking off the uniform and then cover it on my thigh, because my skirt is also torn. Even though I always wear leggings behind a skirt, but a tear along the thigh is not worth looking at.

“my leg can't be moved, Brother. I think squeezed stone.” I replied while trying to pull the foot with the hand, but failed.

When Varen checked my leg, some people came to help. The bottom of the ravine full of rocks and shrubs became boisterous by muttering sounds of mutual disdain.

“Don't be pulled! His legs could be hurt even more severely!”

“The stone was lifted first!”

“Be careful of his feet!”

I screamed loudly, as the stone was lifted and the tree roots clamping my legs were pulled. It feels really can not be expressed in words because it is not just sick and sore.

“Hei! Beware bo-doh!” shouted Varen, bluffing his friends who helped free my leg.

“This is pinched, if not pulled will not be able to escape.” kilah one of the people who helped me.

“Soaring!” exclaim Varen while removing people's hands from my feet.

Everyone automatically backed off, giving Varen access to get close to me. He checked my legs, taking off the shoes that were already intangible, dirty and broken.

“Yes, Bloody God!”

Brother Varen reached out to a friend behind him, “give your hasduk!”

Without answering, who was asked to directly carry out the orders of Mr. Varen. It is common knowledge that all the words of Mr. Varen should not be denied. All school residents must obey every order, if not want to have problems with him. Such was the behavior of the youngest son of the foundation owner who sheltered my school.

“Must use rope so it can go up!” yell out a friend.

“I carry you, we ride together,” said brother Varen.

Brother Varen brushed my feet with the hasduk given by his friend. Then he lifted my body slowly. I could do nothing but surrender to everything that was done to save me. Let Brother Varen carry me out of the abyss.

I was taken back to the tent by Mr. Varen and two upperclassmen, while the rest of my friends continued hiking. My school held a development camp activity in the framework of the inauguration of new members of the enforcer buffer. The essence of the series of activities is hiking down the path on a hill.

The weather was cloudy as we began hiking activities, slowly drizzling down during the trip. Causes muddy and slippery trails. Although I was careful, I slipped and could not find a handle, so it fell into the abyss.

Kak Varen is the chairman of the event committee, it is clear he is the person most responsible for everything that happens.

But that's not just why he helped me, I know because he put his heart on me. Since the beginning of our meeting, during the student orientation period, I had already felt him paying more attention to me.

The rain was not too heavy when we reached the camp. However, it still made our clothes all drenched. Brother Varen carefully lowered me inside the tent. The fabric that was rubbing the legs had changed color to red, exposed to blood stains that continued to come out.

“It should be treated immediately!” said a female classmate who helped me.

“Please take care of him! I want to call an ambulance, he must be taken to the hospital immediately.” Brother Varen out of the tent, go away. Maybe he's headed to his tent to pick up a cell phone.

Two upperclassmen who were all girls started doing first aid on my wounds.

“We need bandages! No supplies in P3K, only wound medicine.” exclaimed one of them.

“Then how? Wear anything you can wear!” say the other.

“No, later even infection.”

“Handlet! Is there a towel or blanket? Wet clothes all need to be replaced.”

“I look for bandages in the committee tent first.”

I can't think of anything else. Confused to feel my whole body cold, painful at once. My hands and feet hurt when moved.

“I helped change your clothes, huh?”

I nodded, letting an upperclassman take off my hijab and clothes. My filthy body and full of incisions minor wounds were cleaned, wounds that were a little badly treated as best I could.

“Which is your change of clothes?”

“In my own tent, Mbak.”

“This is not your tent?”

I shook my head and answered slowly, “tenda I number three in a row of women's tents, Mbak.”

Sis Varen must have been upset, so it led me into the tent at random. Where I had asked to be taken to my own tent, thinking of the dire circumstances, I was still too confused.

“I'll get you a change of clothes first.”

The upperclassman rushed out of the tent, I had a chance to scream before he disappeared along with the closed tent cover, “black bag that there is a hanger of hello kitty doll, Ma'am.”

Left alone in the tent, I tried to restore my clear mind completely. I opened the towel that covered the body, shuddering in horror when I saw the plain body that was full of incisions. The most severe wound was of course on the foot that had been pinned by a stone and pierced by a pointed wooden tip.

My body that was wet had dried up, but the pain and soreness were getting worse. Several times I looked at the tent cover that was not open, a sign that the two upperclassmen who had helped me had not returned. Including Varen who went nowhere.

Where are they all actually going? It's been too long, to just call an ambulance, find a bandage and pick up a change of clothes. Why haven't they come back yet?

Though the distance between tents is not far, maybe he has trouble finding my bag? Or not find a bandage? Varen may not get a good signal until he has to find a place to find a signal. I better check it out.

I tried to move a hand that was still a little sore, grabbing a shirt that was lying not far from where I was sitting. Whether the sports shirt uniform with my school logo belongs to whom, I just wear it without asking permission from who has it.

Luckily the leggings I was wearing were only slightly torn in the calf, not exposing my skin too much. My hijab is dirty and wet, but it can still be worn for a while

I tried to stand up, with my feet in pain. I flicked the tent cover, looked out. It was raining heavily, but the tent was still safely standing upright all. Not a single person seemed to be passing by, making me curious.

With the pain in, I tried to get out of the tent. The towel that was used to cover the body, now I attach to the head to dispel rainwater. Seok-seok tried to set foot to go to the tent where I put the stuff.

However, I felt awkward as I passed by the biggest tent. Tent resting place of teachers and bantara guests.

I remember all the builders and the guest bulls were hiking, but the tent was moving, as if there were people inside.

A sense of curiosity that was too high appeared, moved I wanted to check what was inside the tent. I forced my aching foot to move faster, when I heard someone's moaning from inside the tent

“Ja .. ng .. an ...”

Kusibak tent cover, had to squint to look into the tent a little dark. You can still see the situation in the tent even though you have to sharpen your eyesight and be surprised by what is happening in there.

A man wearing brown pants and a short white lengen shirt lying unconscious with both hands and feet tied, I knew he was Varen's sister. While at the end of the tent, the upperclassman who was about to take a change of clothes for me was the same situation as Kak Varen.

But that's not what surprised me. Beside the two people lying helplessly, the upperclassman who was about to find bandages was in revolt, trying to escape from the confines of three men of large stature. Two men were holding his feet and hands, while another man was trying to raise him.

“To .. long!”

I closed my mouth with both palms, so shocked she involuntarily screamed. Retreating carelessly until I forget the pain in my legs. The sound of screams and haphazard gestures I made distracted the three men.

“And-***!” (Sort of swear words.)

I was about to turn around and run, but a man caught me sooner, dragged me into the tent. He just threw me in a rough way. I screamed for help, as soon as he hit me in the face until he fell down. My reflexes screamed in pain, also from seeing my upperclassman continue to moan full of supplications.

“Ticking!” (Shut up!)

The man pulled my arm, snapped right in front of my face while brandishing a fist, “Isoh meneng ora, Koen?” (Can be quiet not you!)

The smell of a typical male perfume combined with the pungent smell of alcohol from the man's breath filled my sense of smell. My body trembled with fear as well as the pain that spread as he again threw me violently until I was helpless because my whole body again felt a terrible pain.

Pain and fear swarm, ambush, fill the mind. It was not that I was feeling sorry to see me grimace in pain, but the three men were laughing out loud instead.

“Taleni wae!” (just tie!)

“Rasah! Deloks! Kuwi boy sikile loro, ora will isoh mlyu.” (It doesn't matter! Lookie! The boy's leg hurts, won't be able to run.)

The man who had dragged me, had now rejoined the other two men. While I was looking at the upperclassman who was in the confinement still trying to rebel, moaning while looking at me. As if to signal for help

I tried to grab whatever was nearest, throwing it at the three men who were mercilessly immoral. I tried to stand up, but failed. The wound on my leg got worse and the blood came back. The left arm that had been pulled rough was now unable to move, there may be a broken or shifted bone.

“Please stop! Don't bother him!”

“Ticking! Dan-**!” (Shut up!)

I could only cry as I pleaded, but they were completely oblivious. It was as if my voice was lost between the torrent of rain and the laughter of the three men. My crying grew louder, roaring with frustration and disappointment.

With my own eyes, I saw an innocent girl being spun by three large-bodied men in turn. Bengis, biadap, have no compassion and conscience. People who behave like animals.

If only that time did not hear the sound of an ambulance coming, maybe my fate was also the same as the class brother who was sprawled with appalling conditions. The three men just passed by carrying a bag containing whatever.

The pitch-black sky, the heavy rain and the shadow of the man who pulled my face and said, “wani ngandake, your fate podo ro kancamu!” (Dare to complain, your fate will be the same as your friend.)

...***...

I try to catch my breath. My eyes opened quickly, the eyeballs were moving irregularly. You should close your eyes, while taking a breath to fully regain consciousness. The smell of eucalyptus oil smelled, making me feel comfortable.

My hand moved holding a forehead that felt a little dizzy. Applying the eyes repeatedly to neutralize the originally blurred vision.

The dream came again, a creepy dream I wanted to forget but it was hard. It always was if there was one thing that made me remember that dark event. Surup event full of wounds.

Still embedded in the breath memories of the smell of alcohol and the pungent perfume typical of men of that time. Like a cassette tape spinning around in the head, every time I smelled almost the same scent, surely the memory of the event came. It was as if the big man had come again.

Fear reflexes burst out, swarming across the entire bloodstream. My whole body will shake, and a panic attack will come. It was as if I was on that occasion coming back with the same fear and helplessness of disappointment.

I rubbed my face with my palms, looking around the stranger. Room without a ceiling, so I can see the precarious that is worn by age. The walls are painted light yellow, a cupboard side by side with a small table located at the end of the room. This isn't my room, where am I?

Still half conscious, I tried to feel the situation. My body was wrapped in a thick blanket, still wearing full clothes and even a headscarf as well, but I did not know the clothes I was wearing. Because I'm sure these clothes aren't mine.

“Mbak le bobok suwi tenan, nganti kesel l le ngenteni karo mijeti tangane mbak.” (Sleeping for a long time, until tired I wait while kneeling mbak.)

Consciousness had not yet fully returned, already shocked by the existence of a boy sitting cross-legged beside me. He propped up his chin with both hands, weaving the typical lips of a sulking little boy. Who is this kid? Am I in another realm? Why is everything so foreign?

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