Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 11 And Heaven Crying For Me

I don't know how long I've been lying in this hut. I don't know what time it is either. I could only feel that I was smashed. All over my body it was a crumble, my heart was broken, and my world was shaken. I can't shed any more tears, my tears are drying up. My voice must have sounded hoarse if I spoke, my throat was too tired to scream for help. I was tired of screaming for forgiveness.

After my mem*g*hiku they just left me laughing with satisfaction. I feel like an animal. They did not give me any mercy. It seems the devil has possessed them while doing such depraved deeds to me.

I slowly got up and collected my clothes. My body trembled violently while wearing my clothes back. Shaking due to the various kinds of raging feelings. Feeling angry, sad, bitter, stupid, and helpless at the same time.

After putting my clothes back on, I tried to walk. It hurts a lot on my core. Trudgingly I walked along the rice field road to my house. The rain starts to fall, the longer it gets heavier. I could no longer walk, I finally fell by the side of the road. I'm resigned. I just want to die right now. I don't know if I can continue living.

A light slowly approached. I'm afraid they're back. I reflexively hugged my knees tightly as a form of self-defense. The sound of the motor was getting closer and stopped in front of me.

"La? You're Wulan right, Miss Retno's son? You why? You're abis robbed?" ask the man standing in front of me.

"Hospital, sir. Please take me to the hospital" I asked. It turned out that the man was Mr. Broto, a good man, a neighbor who was five houses away from my house. Mr. Broto is also one of the workers in Pak Darma's garment factory. But Mr. Broto is an anti-indebted person. He prefers to work hard by doing side jobs in the middle of the night like this. Mr. Broto's side job is to look for paddy eels and rice slugs to sell to the market. The result is not much, but he principled it is better than debt.

Mr. Broto led me up and up on his bike. Mr. Broto slowly drove his bike to the hospital. Broto gave up asking me for an explanation, because all I could do was cry. The torrent of rain accompanied my cry that had stopped. Apparently my tears couldn't flow because I felt numb when the four of them rolled me. When someone asked me what was going on, my brain recalled what had happened. It made my heart tear and the tears flow again.

When first asked what happened by Mr. Broto earlier, my common sense little by little returned. So the first thing I asked of Mr. Broto was to take me to the hospital. I'll go through a visa. I'll look for evidence to ensnare them into the realm of law. I don't care how others will look at me, I just want the four of them to be punished accordingly.

Arriving at the hospital, Mr. Broto led me to the reception department. My path is still limping due to the pain all over my body.

"Yes, can anyone help?" a nun behind the desk asked me. Across the table sat two sisters assigned as patient recipients. The nun who asked me her forehead wrinkled at the appearance of me being wrinkled, tattered camping, and soaking wet. The complete package. There was a bruise on my cheek, some reddish patches on my neck, and dry blood on the corners of my lips.

"Oh my God, is it really Wulan you just said? O Allah, nduk...why just say it now?", Mr. Broto was surprised to hear my confession. The two sisters were only able to mouth with their hands.

The nurse who questioned me deftly led me to the bed of the patient in the hospital ER room. Mr. Broto was tailing behind us.

"I'll call the doctor in a moment" the nurse with the name tag saying 'Dina L' said softly to me. "Father who? If the guardian, I ask you to fill in the necessary files in the reception section of the patient. If not, please have his guardian summoned here immediately. Her mother needs to be accompanied", Sister Dina continued her words to Mr. Broto.

"I'm not his guardian, Sus. Well, then I'll pick up his mother soon", Mr. Broto received Sister Dina's instructions. "You are strong, nduk. You are ready to testify if needed by the authorities", continued Mr. Broto to me.

I can only nod weakly. Sister Dina left me. Moments later another nurse came in with a middle-aged female doctor with some equipment for the visa. Not to forget the patient's uniform and a set of infusion devices.

"The book opened all first yes, ma'am. It's okay, to get as much evidence. Please help, Sus", the doctor said softly.

The curtains around my bed were already closed by Sister Dina when she left. My hands shook when I unbuttoned my sweater and jeans. My tears are back, I feel so dirty.

The doctor rubbed my back occasionally while running the visa process. After taking all the necessary evidence from my body, the doctor asked the nurse who was accompanying him to help me get dressed. The clothes I was wearing were asked by the hospital to support the evidence. The doctor also allowed me to take a shower. As soon as the doctor left, I asked the nurse to help me to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I cried. Shakingly I unbuttoned my patient's shirt. I splashed my body with water. Rubbing my whole body hard. I feel so dirty. I was disgusted at my body that had been touched by the men I hated. I rubbed again and again my whole body. I wish my body and mind would be clean as they were. I was in the bathroom for almost an hour. Trying to clean up what can't be cleaned.

Wulan could only lament her fate. Curse his stupidity who would innocently want to get into Deni's car. Ask God why he was so tragic. If you have no hope of legal justice, Wulan will hang herself. Wulan swore she would seek justice for herself.