WOMEN IN GROUP SHORT STORY
#BS
I'm really scared right now. “Sa-I'm down here, sir,” I said in a real shaking voice. My eyes looked at him with fear.
Mr. Sumanto did not immediately pemubris. “You want to get off at the edge of the garden like this?” ask her with a fox's slick face.
“Nothing. Sa-i bi-can go home alone,” I said quickly.
I tried to tug at the door handle, in a panic. Even though the car was speeding, I no longer thought about it. I just want to get out of there.
"You want to ruin my car? Then we'll both be stuck here!"
His laughter sounded horrible to me. The car drove faster towards the road outside the city. I frantically tried to hit the window, but it was useless.
“Pak, I didn't borrow the money. I got off here,” I said again.
I got more nervous as his rough hands started to be placed on my thighs. I shook off that hand and dodged as far away as possible. Sticking to the car door.
“You've troubled me, now say no?” said angry.
“Sorry, Sir .. sorry for the trouble. But I want to go home,” I said again in a choked voice. My eyes are hot and starting to fall. In a moment, the dam's water will slide down.
Before long, the car swallowed. I looked around in the dark. “Where is this?” I thought with my heart hitting hard. I guess, if my ears could hear, then my heartbeats might sound firmer than the drum beats on marching band marches.
The car went down an uneven road. Rocking to the right and left on the dirt road. My head hit the window glass to the dashboard several times.
"Oh ...," I lamented while trying to make my position stable.
I don't know how far the car was off the highway. All around me was dark and the black shadow of the tree was visible. I tried to pull the door lever to open it, but still couldn't.
Eventually the car stopped and turned off the lights. I felt like I was in a cave. It's pitch-black overall. My hands are still trying hard to open the car door.
“You won't be able to open it!” I heard a tone of ridicule in his voice.
Mr. Sumanto's hand was on my shoulder, making me squirm, avoiding his touch. I felt so disgusted to be touched by his dirty hands.
"Don't! Let me go. I won't say anything about this." I tried to persuade him.
“Not to be ashamed. You purposely come to the office at night for this, right?” he said he shifted his seat to get closer to me.
I'm appalled. How could this guy think I was that crazy? “No, Sir. I want to take the wage earlier,” I said straighten out.
“Do you think I don't know your good sense? Deliberately arrived late and pretended to borrow money, right!” the accusation.
His face was getting closer to me who was cornered near the dashboard of the car. I turned my face to avoid her lips.
“Quiet, the money I'll give you. No need to owe. In fact I will give more, if you can satisfy me,” he said pervert.
His words made me nauseous and disgusted. His mouth, which was getting closer to my face, smelled an unpleasant smell every time he spoke, even taking a breath. The smell is mixed with the aroma of cheap coffee, cigarettes and stale food and the smell of dirty teeth yellow. My stomach just nausea without being held back.
Many times I dodged, brushed off and pushed his face that kept wanting to get close. Until finally my hand was firmly blocked and one hand held my jaw. Forcing to get what he wants.
“Yes God, this wicked man!” I thought furiously as I clenched my mouth tightly. I thrashed!
As his tongue tried to go deeper, I bit him mercilessly, until he was suffocated. His hand hit me hard, many times for me to let go of my bite.
Because of the pain I couldn't sustain the bite. The handle also loosened. With my hands, in front, I protected my face from her blows
“Her tongue is definitely throbbing,” I thought. I rubbed his lips together violently and spit in any place, throwing away the remains of that foul kiss.
Suddenly a loud slap came up next to the face. Makes my ears ring for a moment. I feel like a deaf person. With a blurry look, I just saw her lips twitch. Another blow struck the face I could no longer protect.
My mouth feels salty. My eyes are yellowing. One hard blow on the back of the head, made my eyes dim and darken. All I remember was, my body seemed to fly out of nowhere. I saw a small star in the sky.
When something at the bottom of my body was forcefully pulled, my consciousness returned. I immediately thrashed, kicked and tried to push the mountain rock that was oppressing and continued to force me violently accompanied by blows all over the body. Makes me feel like a sandbag used by training boxers.
My hands and feet that were unceasingly moving, had been immune to his punches. But he doesn't care. And he's really keeping his distance so I can't bite.
With the rest of my energy, I swung my hand at his busy face justifying the position. My claw on his face stopped that depraved plan. But a fist kept me quiet. I felt a pain down there, but my leg, which he had crushed, had been hit so many times that it could no longer be moved.
I roared in my heart. “Bapk ... Please Rica, Sir .. please Rica ...”
But my father died three years ago, who can help me now? While I am the backbone of the family.
I still feel my body being shaken, beaten, clawed in turns. “God, just take my life,” my whisper in the heart before it all feels dark.
Night crawled up. A car leaves the dark forest. Behind the thicket, a girl was sprawled with a plain body and a body full of rinses and wounds. Some traces of blood dried up, seen here and there. He had already lost his honor on a tragic night. Only the stars and the silence witnessed the rigors of the struggle he had deployed to sustain it.
Time passes quietly. A man hunts animals at night in the forest, shocked by the sight before his eyes. The man ran fearfully to the house of a nearby resident that was more than a kilometer away.
During the day, several residents and police managed to find and take him to the hospital.
The sound of a powerful ambulance siren, restored my consciousness. My whole body is crumbling and very painful. I likened the pain to being run over by a tractor but not dying.
“Ugh ...” I can only complain with trembling. All the pain struck simultaneously, restoring my memory to the cursed act of the night. Makes me powerless to resist the roaring screams.
"Nrank ...."
“Quiet, Ma'am, now we're heading to the hospital. There are police in the back. Tell me what happened honestly.”
I only heard faintly the voice of a woman. My heart was at ease as I felt her hands placed on my dirty hands. Tears spread, imagining my disappointed mother, sister, and boyfriend.
"Yes ...!" I screamed with a broken feeling.
The ambulance drove on, carrying a young woman who felt like she was worthless worn cloth. The female doctor inside the ambulance could only grit her teeth furiously. He wanted to be angry, but to whom?
Ever since I got to the hospital and was treated by a doctor, the police kept asking questions. But I didn't listen to anything he said. I just looked at him confused.
“He's still traumatized, can't be questioned yet,” prevent doctor.
“But your initial diagnosis, this is an act of rape, is not. We must immediately get the information, so that the perpetrator does not run away,” denied the police.
“You see for yourself he can not answer,” said the doctor once again.
“Her gear got a hard hit. We should call an ENT doctor to check.
The first doctor and the police looked at each other. Now they know why the female patient didn't answer a single question.
"I'll be back later.” The cop left.
- Connect ...
