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My chest is full of claw wounds and luku punjaman. And some dark red stains. I feel like I've seen something like that around the necks of some women laborers.

With disgust I wipe and rub it firmly. The pain I felt I didn't care. The wounds that were about to dry, opened up again until the blood stained the hospital blue shirt that I was wearing.

A nurse who came in because she heard my cry, held back my hand that continued to rub against my chest with disdain. His mouth kept on pouting. But I'm not hatching.

The nurse called her friend. Because now there are two nurses in front of me. One held my hand on the side of the bed. Then tie it with a cloth rope.

I thrashed. I have to clean those marks off my body. “Agrevoking!” angry shout.

The nurses' mouths were pouting, but I didn't care. I didn't hear what they were saying. But it was fatal. My one free hand, now tied to the side of the bed.

I revolted several times and exerted strength to untie. But it was futile. My eyes are sleepy again.

I don't know the time that's passed. When I woke up, I saw my mother sitting on the bedside chair. His eyes closed with a tired look.

“Mother ...,” call me down.

Mom opened her eyes and immediately sat down to see me awake. Mom pointed a water bottle at me. Looks like he offered me a drink. I'm nodding.

Carefully the straws were brought close to my mouth. I drank it until my throat got wetter.

“Which knight?” my many.

“To school!” mom showed me a piece of paper she had been writing since when.

“Sorry Rica, Mom. Cannot pay for school trip Satria,” I said again.

Mom shakes. Then another letter was shown to me. “Satria resigns from tour darma. Because the school knows what happened to you, the money can be returned. It can be used to pay hospital fees.”

I am sad. Poor that brother of mine.

Then mom showed me another paper. “Same mother, who did this.”

I could not resist shaking in the body. It's a reflex just like that, every time I remember it. The Monters are standing in front of me. I shook my head avoiding her gaze that felt naked to me.

“Do not! I don't want to! Jangaaan ..!” screams tight.

A hand I recognized. Mom's soothing body odor, brought me back to my senses. Mother hugged and kissed with tears that washed my face.

“Mother ...” My voice shakes as the body shakes that does not want to subside.

Mom saw me for a second. But he hugged me back and kissed me on the cheek. I could see his lips moving faintly. I don't know what he said. But my body slowly subsides. It seems she understands better what mom feels. I let the peace of my mother's body calm me down.

But suddenly mom took off her hug. I want to protest when mom turns her body towards the door of the room. Mom's body stopped me from seeing who was there.

Then I know right away. It was very clear it was a man dressed in a police uniform. I want to take cover behind my mother's back. But both of my hands were tied to the side of the bed. So I just saw mom and the cop talking.

He's looking at me. Take a paper and write. I'm sure, it's a question of what happened.

The police showed the paper to near me. “Help me find and hold the person who did this to you.”

My tears welled up, staring at the writing, changed to see the face of the policeman who also looked sad.

“Mom trust Rika?” between the tears.

The mother and the policeman nodded firmly. The mouths of the two of them moved in front of me. The police realized that I could not hear. He wrote again on his note paper.

“Just say his name!” I read the police officer's writing.

“Pak Sumanto, financial part of factory!” I said with trembling lips. Even just saying her name made me feel so disgusted.

I cried roaring as the memory of that cunning monster reappeared in my eye space.

I no longer see how the police and my mother are so shocked. I don't know what the two of them are talking about. But she fell limp on the floor at that moment.

“Ibuuu ..!” call me sad.

After she was helped in the chair, the police returned to my side.

He showed me his writing. “He's a sneaky guy. Your mother said that this morning the man came to your house to deliver a late wage. Plus the contribution of coworkers who are concerned for what happened to you!”

“Aaaaaa ..!” yell wrath.

“Backed!” I said angry. My face feels hot. My heart was even more, very hot to hear my mother's testimony.

The police showed me the paper again. “I want to hold it. But I need Mbak to work together to tell me what happened.”

My mind is starting to clear now. I can't drag on in sadness. Because that bastard monster shamelessly, dared to show face in front of my family and be so pretentious! I nodded at the police.

The police pulled out a cell phone and started tuning the footage. A letter was shown to me. “Mbak story. All sound recording evidence and physical photo evidence of hospital visa will support this case.”

I nodded back. There was no doubt in my heart to tell the story I had. Given what he said that night, it seemed like there might be another victim who did not dare to say anything bad to him.

“Night yesterday, I was overtime, so late go pick up wages last week ...”

I told you everything I've been through. Not missed one bit. Everything I remember appeared in the eye-space, like a horror movie.

After saying everything, I felt tired and breathless. Mother sat stiffly in her chair, her face deathly pale, staring at the floor.

“Mother, Rika Haus.” My call resuscitated him and immediately fetched him some water in the bottle.

Police showed me the paper again. “I will check the office cctv and atm.”

I just nodded weakly. My energy is drained. I don't think I'll have the energy to say anything like that anymore.

The police left after talking to my mother. I closed my eyes. My energy is up. I closed my eyes in the rhythm of my mother's hand.

My sister came with some of her teachers. They talked to my mother, because I still couldn't hear, even though my ears no longer hurt.

After the visitor left, I saw mother pulling Satria's hand out of the room. I don't know what my mom ordered him to do.

“Bapak, Rika Rasa .. Rika will only be very troublesome mother and sister,” lirihku.

“Rika pingin nyulai mr...”

The smiling father's shadow was calm, visible on the edge of the room window. But no longer able to calm my broken heart. “Bawa Rica, Sir ...,” my door

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