WOMEN IN GROUP SHORT STORY

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I opened my eyes without knowing how long I had been asleep and realized that my life was still attached to my body.

All I saw around was a silent hospital wall. The pain I was experiencing began to diminish. But broken in my heart, no one can treat. I cried and screamed to remember what happened.

A woman dressed in white came and got me. “Quiet, Mbak. Ma'am is in the hospital now.”

I watched her lips move, not understanding. I'm back groaning. Frowning in pain as my head felt like it was being hit by a hammer. So hurt. Both hands were raised to press the throbbing head violently.

“Sick ..!” my screams couldn't stand it.

The white-clothed woman nodded and tried to talk which I still did not understand. I could only see her lips moving in my blurry vision.

I woke up again when I felt like my body was rocking someone. The bad thoughts returned. My eyes immediately opened wide and struck, brushing over anyone who shook my body.

However, then I helplessly saw mother tear there, not daring to approach.

“Ibuuu ...," call me raucous.

Mother came hugging as her hands rubbed my back. Tangisku. I'd love to curl up in her lap, to find some sense of security, like when I was a kid. A place where I can sleep quietly and soundly without worrying about anything.

Mom stretched her arms, examined my ears in excruciating pain. I refused to let him touch her. His eyes are very sad. Satria came slowly towards me, her face showing deep sadness.

I hug him. “Sorry Ma'am, can not get money to pay money darma travel. Mbak is late to take the wage because of overtime,” I said full of regret.

They both talk, but I can't hear.

“My gear why? Rika can't hear anything,” I said in a panic.

Mom crying. His mouth twitched, but I still couldn't figure out what he was saying. I can only shake without understanding.

Satria retrieved the school book from the backpack on her back. Write something there and show it to me.

“Mbak why did you get there?” Satria's eyes were full of sadness.

My eyes glared at her writing. The shadow of the monster again ambushed me.

“No! Nay! Mr …! Please Rica, Sir ..!” I shouted in panic and retreated near the wall.

I soon felt my eyes very sleepy. I complained about my father before going to bed. “Bapak .. pleasein Rica ...”

“Mother's daughter is still in shock. It's best to let him get enough rest first,” the doctor told the mother and young boy in the room. The two cried while hugging each other to strengthen each other.

When they got out, the police rushed over. “Can we talk first, Mom?” tanyakanya.

The paroh-aged woman nodded. Together with his son, they follow the police who are looking for a quiet place to talk.

“Can you tell me what information you got? Since yesterday I have not been able to question him,” the police said.

“Kata Mbak earlier, he was late to take his wages because of overtime.” Satria gave the information she had heard.

“How long does it usually take to overtime?” ask the police again.

“Usually won't be past eight. Because the last angkot headed home, eight o'clock from there,” replied Satria.

The policeman nodded.

“Means you can talk yes,” the police said again.

“Embak can talk, but can't hear anything,” Satria said in a choked voice.

“Oh? Excuse me. Didn't you hear it before?” ask police.

“Before could. But he said his ears hurt so much they screamed. That's why he can't hear!” obviously Satria's emotion.

The policeman took a note, then asked again. "So, how do you guys talk?” ask the police astonished.

Satria showed me the writing in the book. The police were silent for a moment.

“What's the answer?”

Mother and Satrinya just shook their heads. “She screamed hysterically and kept calling her father,” replied the mother as she cried in her son's arms.

“Where's mom's husband?” ask the police carefully.

“Father died three years ago,” Satria replied sadly.

The policeman leaned his back on the back of a long bench in the hospital. He was furious and angry to see the state of the girl when he was found last afternoon. But it is indeed a difficult condition to dig up information on girls who are traumatized by physical and sexual violence.

From there the police developed a case, as there were photos and the identity of the victim in the bag. Obviously the perpetrator was trying to dispose of all the evidence about the girl. Armed with little information, the police managed to find the victim's family home and tell a little information on the two people in front of him.

“Did Mbak Rika's phone meet?” ask Satria.

“Not yet,” replied the police. After a long silence, the policeman stood up.

“It seems now only this information we have. If there is any additional information, contact me,” he said give Satria a business card.

“Let's go home, Mom,” take Satria.

“Mother wait for you here,” said the woman.

“Tomorrow, Mom. We do not bring a pedestal for the mother to sleep,” persuade her son.

“But pity your shoot,” said his mother sadly.

“There are many doctors and nurses who take care of you. Earlier I saw for myself they went straight in when Rika shouted,” persuaded him again.

The woman saw clearly that there was a table guard near the door of her daughter's room. Then he nodded. “Come home.”

***

I feel a little better when I wake up. My mind is starting to clear. A plate of food waiting at the table. Inching I reached to the side table. Although because of that, the pain all over my body went back, but I was thirsty and very hungry. I force the body to reach it. It worked! I eat with gourmand.

“Mbak Rica, how is it now?”

A female doctor whose mouth twitched, came over with a smile. Behind him followed a few similarly white-clothed people and threw smiles. “They must be doctors,” I thought.

“Doctor, why can't I hear anything?” my many.

The doctor turned to someone dressed in a different color. I don't know what he said, I don't know.

The doctor wrote something on a small piece of paper he took out of his pocket. Then show it to me.

I read the fuzzy letters by squinting my eyes. “Let the ENT doctor will come check.”

“My eyes are also blurred,” I said I want to rub the itchy and sore eyes.

Someone held my hand with his hand. Head shakes. The others again showed me the paper.

“Face of Mbak is swollen and his eyes are red. Wait after recovering again.”

I'm speechless. At first glance remember how the monster beat me in the face so many times. My reflexes are scared and shudder in horror.

One soft hand, calms me. I looked at him. The doctor that was. He showed me another piece of writing,

“I check the wound first, yes Ma'am Rika.”

I nodded in response. Someone's hand taps the bed. “Do I have to lie down?” my many.

They all nodded happily. Then some people's mouths moved again, but I didn't understand anything.

The doctor asked me to do something, but I don't know what. I just look at them confused. Until the doctor, bent one leg over the bed.

I still watch them doubtfully. “I want to pee. I got up from my house and sat down. Someone's talking, but I don't understand. I tried to get out of bed.

A hand held me, his mouth was also kamit. “I want to pee for a while,” I explained.

A paper was shown to me. “Pyse with hose first, Ma'am. There is a wound, later infection if you get urine.”

I sat stiffly. I peeked under the blanket. A happy look that ends at the edge of the bed. There's a nearly full bag of urine there. I'm back lying down.

After several rejections, I finally had no power to forbid the doctors to look at my private parts. They look at and make notes.

“Dok, my chest is also painful. Why yes?” my many.

The doctor examined my chest. Then nod. “Awhile it will recover. Patience yes.” The writing was shown to me. Her delicate hand patted my arm slowly. Then the group left after talking to the nurse who was busy taking notes.

What makes my chest hurt? The doctor looked concerned. I pulled up the top of the hospital shirt to see what was really going on.

And I can only growl with anger and heartache.

“Father, why didn't you pick Rika up that night?” I watered with tears.

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