WOMEN IN GROUP SHORT STORY

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Mother rubbed my back, until my crying subsided by itself. After I calmed down, Mom wrote something.

“Agus came to see you. Don't be rude and reject it. He was also injured, but still came from out of town.”

I think mom was persuading me. Asking me to honor the guest, even though I felt it was better to hide in the hole, than to meet him. Then mom came out and came back with Mas Agus.

Unknowingly, I retreated and sat down to the head of the bed. I bowed and covered myself tightly with a worn blanket.

I guess, I must have told you that I can't hear. Then a piece of paper was handed to me by the man.

While looking down, I read the writing. “Sorry Mas isn't there to help you,” he wrote.

My body is shaking uncontrollably. I curled deeper after brushing the paper.

“Go! I'm dirty! No more pantes!” I shouted with my heart torn.

I cried again, I don't know how long.  I seem to be asleep exhausted. The smell of my body made me open my eyes. Mom hugged me while rubbing my back. And that swipe was like a powerful force that made me determined to recover immediately. So as not to trouble mother and Satria anymore.

The next day, Mas Agus still came. He brought me fruits. I used to be happy and would smile happily to welcome his hand. Although it was just a martabak he bought by the roadside, to me it was a sincere declaration of love from him.

Now, that doesn't mean anything anymore. He doesn't have to give me anything. I no longer deserve to be loved. I can't be with her anymore. I want it all to end between us.

“Rika has not pantes again. Don't come here again!” I said with a heavy breath as it held back the fall of the tears.

A letter was handed to me. “Mas will reply him!”

I was shocked and raised my head. “No! Let God answer it. No need to do anything!” prevent me from worrying.

He sat quietly and looked at me. I guess, he could see the anxiety in my eyes. Worried about his fate if he had dark eyes.

“You are returned to any way, I can never be whole again!” I said ketus.

“Mas don't think about me anymore. Find another wife. Go!” I said rude.

I saw his lips twitching. Even his hands moved here and there. I think he's saying a lot of things. But I can't hear it.

“Rika can't hear anything. Rika girl is flawed and dirty. No more pantes for you. Go.” I said, throwing my face away. I don't want to see her sad eyes.

After a long time I did not press, Mas Agus also came out of the room. I don't think he's coming again. Because usually he can't take too long off. I'm a little relieved that he's back in town where he works. He doesn't have to get involved in unnecessary trouble.

Week has passed. Little by little, my hearing that one can come back. Not both, but I am grateful. My physical health is also slowly recovering. I still have a lot of delirium while sleeping.

I went out of the room to tell my mother that I could hear.

I looked for my mother in the house, nothing. L'm out. Mom sells fried food in front of the house to lighten Satria's burden. Because I need to go to the hospital to check my ears.

I don't see my mom in front of the sales desk. Eyes seeking. I've been looking healthy, but to be honest, I'm still scared out of the porch.

“See si Rika. Pain is created for a long time. What a pity on his mother" said his mother Sarmin, a friend of my High School.

“Halah, what pain. At most the fee he asked was nervous, so he was beaten. Like a holy girl, asking for a big payment. Do we know who he's been dating for a long time?” A young woman, whom I did not know, chimed in.

Their voices were loud enough to be captured by my hearing on the other side.

“Iyo. A long time ago, not married. Come occasionally keep going out. Why try?” the other timpal.

“So much he cheated on that Agus. Hence it comes only occasionally.” The young woman added again. I could only stare at them with a trembling body.

How cruel are the mouths of my neighbors.

“See! He sees us continue. Udah, stop talking,” his mother Sarmin reminded.

“Lahh .. wong he became a budek because he was annexed as a man!” another word relax.

Then they suddenly scattered. I looked for the cause. It turned out that the mother was coming and wagging her face towards them.

“Basic gossipmonger! Slanderer! Your mouth is vile! Try if that happens to your daughter. What do you want to say!”

I don't remember what vows my mother made. I feel so sad. Mother must be sad too, but can't do anything against the neighbor's gossip.

Then I saw me standing at the door of the house. He walks with a crush on me.

"!Why are you out? Just be home. If you need anything, call mom. Wait inside.

I didn't respond to his words. Let me keep thinking that I can't hear. Let her worries for me diminish a little. Mother led me inside and I followed obediently.

Mom took the paper and wrote. “So find mom? What's up?” tanyakanya.

“Rika kangen mom ...,” I said down.

Mom quickly hugged and rubbed my back. I enjoy the magical peace that flows through his hands. I closed my eyes, hoping the legal process would pass quickly.

***

Today is my trial. I have to come to testify. I nervously entered the courtroom. The fear did not want to go either. I walked while holding my mother's arm tightly. Besides, I'm not feeling well either. I've been feeling dizzy since yesterday.

My sister Satria was never far from me either. Grasping my other hand. Diverting his power to me. A month of work, changing his character that was originally like a teenager, turned into the head of a responsible family.

I know, it's not easy for him to work there. Facing people's taunts. Because people's thoughts must not be regulated according to our wishes.

“Embak sit here with mom. I'm gonna find the officer who was inside yesterday. He said if he came, tell him,” my sister said in writing.

I nodded, letting him go. “Cautious.” That's all I can impress on him. I drank the ginger water that my mother brought, because I complained of nausea and colds.

“Do not think much, later you become sicker,” so persuasion mother I heard. But of course I'll pretend not to hear it.

Before long someone came out with Satria. Trying to greet me, but I flinch. Pretending not to listen. Like I told the doctor at the last check, if all I heard in one ear was just an indistinct hum.

Finally the man took us in and told me to sit not far from his seat.

That day I was questioned. Sit in front of the judge and be questioned. Of course, with questions written on paper.

All my health evidence one by one is shown to the judge. I myself was surprised to see my condition from the first photo made by the police, to be taken to the hospital. Photos of developments in the following days. All of this made my head feel dizzy.

Then a tape of the statement I made in front of the police at the hospital was also heard. I shuddered in horror at hearing my own story. Makes my heart harden, remembering the incident. I felt like I wanted to jump and kill the monster sitting on the seat near his lawyer.

I don't understand the trial. I keep getting asked things I don't want to remember anymore. And I kept being urged to talk. Until I can't take it anymore. My body feels hot cold not because of. I looked at mom.

“Mother, Rika wants to go home ..” I said with tears streaming down.

Before long, I was taken back to my seat, between my mother and sister. They are my last strength. But my head feels so dizzy. I can't hold on there anymore.

“Rika!” mother's voice sounded faint. But I can't see it. My sight was blurred and blackened.

I woke up in a white room I believed to be a hospital. Satria hugged my mother. I wanted to call, but it didn't.

“Such as not enough of your trials, Lord. Why is my daughter still You let pregnant that animal boy!” That's what my mother said.

The hand I was about to extend, so it stiffened in place. “Pregnant? I'm pregnant?” I came back not remembering anything.

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