WOMEN IN GROUP SHORT STORY

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The city was in an uproar when Sumanto was arrested by police. No one thought that the usually very friendly man was the perpetrator of rape on the factory workers where he worked.

Although Rika is a victim, but the factory where she worked actually sent a letter of dismissal and took off her hands.

Their reason, it was a private affair that was done outside the factory and outside of working hours. They refuse to take responsibility.

The factory wants to quickly clean up the company's image to stop a wild ball of accusations being aimed at them.

They even pressured Rika's family not to demonize the factory on the media. Instead, they provide assistance in the cost of the Hospital which is already very large.

Her mother and sister had no choice but to accept the terms. With that money, they could pay off all the hospital expenses and bring Rika home. They will take care of it at home.

“Mbak, we already have to go home. Then take a road. We already have no charge to pay for hospital.”

My sister showed me the paper she wrote. I nodded resignedly. After all, my condition was already better after a week of treatment.

Before long she came with hospital files and medicine on hand. Then two nurses approached and removed the infusion tube as well as a urine hose.

In a wheelchair, I reached the hospital exit. Satria called a taxi and helped me in. We home.

Along the way, I leaned my head on my shoulder and closed my eyes. Trying to cast a bad shadow so as not to trouble the family with my screams again.

It didn't take long, the news of my arrival shocked our residence. No less chief rt and rw came to visit. Either really pay attention to me, or just want to know. Then change the neighbors. Sad face in front of us.

But my innocent mind is gone. The monster teaches that the good-looking one also has a demonic side in him. I don't trust anyone's smile anymore, except my mom and sister.

The next day, a woman with fat all over her body stormed into the room where I was lying.

He pointed with a red and angry face. His mouth was moving so fast, exceeding the speed of the factory machine!

Satria had already pulled him out and repeatedly pushed him down. Then the mother also tried to keep him away and pushed him back down. I'm so mad.

“Go you fat!” angry shout. How dare he hurt the woman I respect the most.

It seemed that the woman grew angry hearing my screams. He tried to reach my hair. And he succeeded. My head was pulled until I almost fell out of bed.

I don't know what's going on, but before long the snag in my hair is gone. I tried to fix my position that was cowering and almost fell to the floor. I wonder who saved me.

The policeman who was in the hospital yesterday was there and was holding the fat woman's hand behind her back. However, women who are like bulldozers are still thrashing.

The police took him out of the room. Mother and Satria followed. I went back alone in the room and did not understand what was going on.

Shortly after, Satria entered the room. Pointing a water bottle and offering it to me. I'm nodding.

“Who was that woman?” my many.

Satria took the paper and wrote. “Sumanto Wife!”

I'm astonished. “You want her here? It seems like he was angry. You and your mother fell. Does anyone hurt?” manyu.

“Not to think about. I was taken to the police station for assaulting Mbak!” My sister explained again in her writing.

I nodded, according to him. Lying down again and feeling my head throbbing again due to the hard craving earlier. My face grimaced with pain, as well as anger.

“Why is he the one who gets angry here? Shouldn't I be the one that's mad at them!” grumbling myself.

The day changed and we lived in trouble. All this time, I was the backbone of the family. My mother only worked as a farm laborer, if there was a boss who called to help harvest or plant rice. And it's not harvest season yet. I took off the only gold ring still intact coiled on my finger.

“Which knight?” my many.

Mom took the paper and wrote. “Work!”

I'm appalled. “Why work? Does he not want to go to school?” I want to be angry at this moment. He is our hope to raise a family.

A paper that my mother handed me again. “Your sister has finished her school exam. They just wait for the announcement!”

I'm speechless. It seems like this mess makes me forget that my dear sister has actually finished the exam. Wait for the announcement and go for a walk.

“Where does he work?” my many.

“In the factory where you worked first. Your boss took him to work as an assistant first, this month.”

I was silent looking at the sheet of paper that my mother was holding. My heart rages. There was a sense of resentment, gratitude and worry about letting my sister work there. I'm afraid he's intimidated by others who aren't happy with my case.

“Same as Satria. He doesn't need to work there, if he's not strong. Rika doesn't want Satria to be bullied by people who hate Rika!” I said firmly.

Mom showed me another sheet of paper. “Mother is going to market, sell this ring. You are well at home.” His message.

I nodded and let my mother go. I was alone in the room. Yesterday the police said my case had been sent to the prosecutor's office. I'm just waiting for the trial time.

“When can my ears hear again?” my inner. The swelling in my face has deflated. But the pain in the ear still feels vague. Every day the mother cleans it and re-applies the medicine in the open wound.

This morning I knew what my mother always did. Through the mirror I could see that my earlobe was torn and the doctor had sewed it again. But I can see the cotton rolls that mom always replaced to tuck in the ear hole.

“Is there a wound in my ear too?” thought wonder.

I haven't returned from the market yet. I want to go back. Since I was already stuck, I finally tried to get up slowly and go to the back. Despite the crashing pain, I still have to walk. Don't bother me to take care of my shit anymore.

I was relieved when I finished shitting. Walk back to the room, passing through the living room that became a multipurpose room. It could be the living room, dining room, Satria study room and all sorts.

I saw a blurry shadow of someone behind the glass window. “Is there a guest?” my thinking.

After all, I can't hear someone knocking on the door. I'm getting close to there.

When my hand was about to turn the key, my heart hesitated. Let the bulldozer come again. I retreated, squatting against the wall, trying to hide from the sight of people who might be peering inside through the vents.

“Why am I afraid? I'm not doing anything wrong!” protest my heart is not happy. I finally stood up again and opened the window curtain. Wanted to know who was coming.

Just as I opened the window curtain, the man looked inside. I'm stunned. That's Mas Agus, my girlfriend. His face was worried behind the glass. His mouth was pawing from earlier. I could only look at her from behind a glass window and shed tears.

Then turn around and drag the step back into the room. “I dirty. No more pantes ngarepin he's so good!”

I've made this decision. Our relationship was finished because the monster had snatched away the thing I was carefully guarding.

I sat hugging my roll and kept crying. I was shocked when a hand fell on my shoulder. Quickly the hand was removed. And turned around staring fiercely.

But it turned into tears when she knew that it was my mother who stood there and looked at me sadly. I hugged him.

“Ibuu ...”

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