What's my fault, Mother-in-law?

What's my fault, Mother-in-law? Chapter 9

Raka stared at my eyes intensely. His face was getting closer until only a few cents remained. I held my breath because I couldn't smell the alcohol coming out of his mouth. Apparently at this time Raka was under the influence of liquor, the man was drunk, just deserved his actions more reckless.

"You're not a hypocrite, Anggita. I even just heard you calling out the name of another man in your sleep, who is that man? is he your affair?" said Raka who gripped both of my cheeks.

I was surprised, did I call Mas Ridwan's name earlier, "no way, don't make it up to you, "don't I turn my head even though my neck hurts.

"I can even be your affair and can satisfy you more, Anggi, "Raka let go of her grip and switched to caressing my face gently.

"Don't be crazy, Raka! " call me to him.

"I'm so crazy about you, Anggi, "he said right in front of my face, that the smell of alcohol was getting into my sense of smell.

"You're only obsessed for a while, Raka. Please don't do this to me, "I'm crying and begging him now.

"Member.". "Raka's hand came down to my neck which was still stiff as a result of my mother-in-law's blow last night.

"Raka... Where are you?" my mother-in-law's call stopped the action.

Raka growled, "shit, fail again, "I heard her mutter as her steps passed.

I breathed a sigh of relief after Raka's departure. Today I can still get away, I don't know when else I have to survive Raka's abuse. I feel disgusted. Not because Raka was an ugly man, but her gaze was so like a starving lion as she looked at me. It makes me so scared all the time.

I don't know what time it is, because this room is always dark even during the day. There is only a slight gap in the upper wall as ventilation. Also a small lamp that illuminates if anyone will want to take something that is here.

I went back to sleep because I still felt sleepy. I don't know, I'm getting tired and sleepy now. Does this include the hormonal effects of pregnant women?

Not to mention the nausea that also often struck in the morning. Or when I smell any stinging odor, including the perfume that is often used by Mama Siska. Besides I also do not know what to do in this room, cleaning it may feel useless. It will only add to my fatigue.

Byurrs...

I wave when suddenly get a splash of water, apparently my mother-in-law has started her favorite activity, which is to torture me.

"Rain. flood.". "my murmur is unclear.

"Wake up, slacker! When do you want to sleep? you think it's a picnic? Or do you want to sleep forever? " call mama Siska. My mother-in-law stroked my wet face with her sandal feet.

"Maybe it's better than having to torture every day, ma'am, "my murmur sometimes gains a little courage.

He grabbed my hair until I woke up from my bed, "you have dared to abstain from me.. "

"Also, ma'am.". "I held his hand which again grabbed my hair more until my body was dragged along.

I hold his hand no less strong so that my scalp does not get pulled along with my hair in his hand. But as if his power was like having a new battery, he lightly pulled me with one hand only.

He took me to the loundry room, "want what is he? " my mind wonders.

I really want to fight him, but my strength is always stronger than his strength. My mother-in-law has a high and large posture, although not classified as fat. I was just a thin woman and much shorter than her. Obviously I lost power.

Moreover, coupled with my current pregnant condition, it is highly unlikely that I will be able to defeat him.

Again and again my head was thrown, until my neck that still feels pain now sounds.

Crick

Is my neck broken?

Now my head really can't move anymore. I wish that my neck would be broken so that I could die and not feel pain again.

Not yet after the pain in my neck, I again strangled tight from feeling my back burn. No, it's not the heat of the fire, it's the heat of the iron that my mother-in-law put on my back.

"Aaaakhs.. Pardon, Madam. Jangaan..! " cry with the rest of my strength.

I could not use my neck to turn, so I tried to grab her hand by turning my hand back. He put the hot iron back into my hand, which made me squeal even more.

"Aaaakh.. sakiit, "the moans mixed with the roar of tears.

The heat, the pain, the pain I can't describe anymore how it feels. Perhaps it is death that is better in my opinion right now.

"Where are you going, hick? you said you'd fight me, prove it! come fight me. "challenge Mama Siska with a hand that keeps attaching the iron to my body.

Only the face and neck area that he avoided, because it would trigger Rega's suspicion.

I crawled, trying to get away from my mother-in-law. But he pulled my leg and put the iron back in there.

"Aaaakh, "my strangulation that is now restrained from feeling the pain all over my body, let alone my neck that feels like it is really going to break.

"Feel this!" the thrill by pressing the stronger the iron he held.

"Let you know who is in charge here" said my mother-in-law.

"Aaakh." my cry of pain as if it were melodious music in his ears, he laughed out loud to see me in pain.

"Hahahaha, I'm the only one in charge here, not you or anyone else, "laughs like the voice of an angel of death in my ear.

I kept trying to get away from my mother-in-law, I sucked and felt the loundry table, where there was a bottle of liquid detergent. The pain I felt made my brain seem like it could no longer think clearly. Just ending my life was the only way for me to escape the cruelty of my mother-in-law.

I managed to reach for the bottle, I quickly opened the lid and immediately I gulped down the liquid inside.

"Women, stop! " i heard the panicked cry of a man accompanied by running footsteps.

The man approached and grabbed the bottle of detergent in my hand and threw it at me recklessly.

"Mas Rega? " murmurm.

Did he see everything?

Did he see his stepmother do to me?

"Re-rega? " i saw my mother-in-law terrified before my consciousness disappeared.

My mother-in-law ran over to me and returned to acting.

"Women..Why are you, son? " he asked pretending to panic.

"Why did you do that, son? it could endanger you and your future grandchild, "I feel really sick of hearing the words.

"Come, Rega. Quickly take Anggita to the hospital, "I can faintly hear my mother-in-law's words before my consciousness completely disappears.