The Tomb Next to the House
13. Don't Do

This morning after finishing breakfast, I drove the departure of Raihan and Althaf to the front of the house with a little uneasy. My husband has started with his new project out of town.

Althaf now has a schedule to enter the school. It is customary to leave, Althaf is always escorted by his papa. Not to forget, I continue to pray for the best for them.

Not yet to step away from the front room, my ears hear the door of the house on tap by someone.

Who the fuck? Did Raihan forget something? Or is there Althaf's stuff left behind?

Chequek.

I was originally excited—thinking that knocking on the door was my husband—reacted back in full swing when that annoying person appeared in front of me. Who else if not Bryan.

Despite hearing her heartbreaking life story, but her attitude still did not manage to attract my sympathies at all.

"M-mas? What is—"

I panicked when I saw Bryan rush straight into the house, before I let it go. It's not polite to him.

"Mas Bryan! My husband is no longer home. If you have any business, please come back later if he has gone home. Please exit—Kyaaa!" my screams, because suddenly Bryan hugged me tightly.

I just push her big body as hard as I can. But free. The power is too strong.

"Tolo—mphh .... "

God fucking.

Directly smothering my mouth, when I had just intended to make my 5 octave voice, to ask for help. Although it's a useless thing, because not sure people here want to get out of their homes or not. I don't think I've tried.

The man was getting more brutal, he threatened me with a folding knife hidden in his trouser pocket. With resignation I can only obey when he locked himself with me in the room I used to use with Raihan mas.

"Bryan, stop! Don't do that .. " I wept with a broken, heart-wrenching cry.

No matter how strong I rebelled, I was just a weak woman who was afraid to face death. There are still many things I have not prepared. Still want to hang out with the people I care about.

The room was a silent witness, how depraved Bryan was. Deceiving a woman who is still the wife of a man to serve his desires.

Bryan just left me after his lust was fulfilled. It almost made me faint because of his unforgiving play. I don't know how many hours he's been fooling me.

Now I prefer to drown myself in a blanket while crying as you please. Not caring about my body that is still plain without a thread. I have sinned against Raihan, my husband.

Didn't expect this fateful thing to happen to me. What if Mr. Kades knew of his son's depraved deeds? He may be removed from his position as village chief.

Just watch. Wait for my revenge, Bryan.

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Tok Tok Tok

"Mama? Mama's inside? Al in, huh?" Al's voice is like coming into my subconscious.

I automatically say, "Yes."

After the pieces of bad events I just experienced, my consciousness began to return.

"Eh, wait a minute, Al," I said when I realized I wasn't dressed at all.

Immediately I picked up the clothes scattered on the end of the mattress, and put them on immediately. Afraid Althaf would open the door all of a sudden.

Chequek.

"Mama, how come his eyes are soaked? Weeping, huh?"

Deg.

Why is Al sejeli? Well, how do I explain it?

"E-no, Mama earlier ... Slippage. Iya—Gak accidentally slipped right clean-clear house," elakku, hope Al believe.

Althaf's head nodded, like a chicken pecking its food.

"Oh, kirain why. Mama hasn't cooked, has she? Al laper," complained Althaf, stroking his stomach.

"God! My mother forgot. Sorry, Al. Mama fell asleep. Mama masakin now. Patience, huh? Cepet, really." A series of reasons I took out.

I immediately headed to the kitchen. But the pain down there slightly hampered my performance.

Fucking bryan. He made that part scuffed. It's rough game. Countless how many marks he made on my body.

I'd love to complain to Raihan. But how will he feel later? There's a little fear too with that damn Bryan threat. I have to what now?

Krusak Krusak

I stopped the movement of hearing something in the cupboard under which the kitchen utensils were stored. There might be rats in there. I grabbed the broom next to me just in case. I very carefully opened the door of the old closet.

Kriyett ....

"Astaghfiullah!" to my surprise, a head full of blackened blood immediately poked from within.

I want to run too I can't. In addition to the pain in that place, my feet also can not be compromised. He was trembling violently.

"K-you ... B-bagas?" I tried interacting with him.

"Sick, Aunt. Please Bagas .... " The little boy's mouth started to move. Tears were already dripping from both corners of his eyes.

I bowed a little to hear her words more clearly.

"Bagas why? Who has done evil to you, son?" My heart began to melt looking at the pitiful face before me.

"Pak Ka—"

"Mama!"

"Astaghfiullah! Althaf?! Could you not, did you not bother Mama? Mama might know!" My reflex twirled around, while snapping at Althaf who suddenly came by patting my shoulder.

My body until it jumped. My bottom automatically again felt sore because of the spontaneous movement.

"Pardon me, Ma." Althaf was scared.

My heart is sad to see it. Sorry for yelling at him earlier. Put my son's body in a warm embrace. While gently stroking his mane. Channeling the regret and sadness that lodged in the heart.

"sorry. Mama accidentally snapped, Al earlier."

Althaf. Watch the tears that have spilled down the cheeks. His hands were stretched out to wipe my tears.

"I'm okay, really. Mama don't have to mellow gini. Is that time bombay?"

Just call me to hold my embrace. Like channeling all the pain I feel. If only he knew what I had just experienced. It is more than just mellow.