Adult Zone
4. Whore

...BITCH...

...Written by David Khanz...

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The rain had just stopped, leaving a clear point in the leaves and a cold gust of bone-piercing. Along with puddles of water gathered in a pond, forming a variety of circles like a pond. Small ripples sucked up the pores of the earth. While the day had just crept into twilight, after a holy echo reverberated in the sky. The beautiful square is full of charm, calling the servants to rest in prostration.

When other women still nicely dress mukena, Gayatri even fun to enter the pecking themselves in front of the mirror. Research every detail of dye polish on some curves of the face, as well as open tight clothing showing off the body.

“Mamah wants to go now?” asked one tiny voice behind Gayatri surprisingly. Belongs to a child who is merely a puppet, a cempaka, who has been wearing a head covering and a small book clasped in his hand.

Gayatri. A smile was girded behind her thick makeup. Answer the thirty-year-old woman, “Iya, son. You're okay at home, huh? After leaving, go back and sleep. Uh, school PR has been stolen, ‘kan?”

The little girl who was already in the sixth grade of the elementary school bench nodded. “Already, Mah. Last afternoon Aka kerjain.” Gayatri again continued the rest of her makeup that was not evenly distributed. Reply then, “Good. So you don't have to get up early to do your schoolwork.”

“But waking up Fajr it must be, Mah. Create a prayer obligation to pray Fajr.” Cempaka still did not want to move from where he stood. The girl's beautiful eyes kept watching her mother's movements in front of the glass.

“Hhmmm, you started the lecture again?” gayatri asked without glancing at the child. “By the way what is your njai teacher about Mamah, huh? Why Mamah, yes?”

Cempaka did not answer. The crystal granules began to bathe the fertilizer. Gayatri watches the child through the reflection of a mirror. Said, “Danya, kok .. even cry? Yawning you, Aka!”

“Aka hope, Mamah does not go the nights again, Mah,” said Cempaka lirih with a faltering voice.

“If Mamah doesn't go, what do we eat tomorrow, Aka?” gayatri Sentak. “You want to go hungry? Who will fund your school?”

The girl lowered her face. “Aka don't want people talking Mamah continue. Aka often cry if there is a—“

“Emang if Mamah does not work, they care ‘gitu same us, huh?” Gayatri started to get emotional. “Do not give help, just meet Mamah they are disgusted. Care very much, am I talking about people, Aka? If you need to, you can learn by yourself at home. Don't go along with the son of those bastards!”

“Mah ... “ call Cempaka while holding her mother's shoulder. “Aka not willing to go to school. Aka want to help Mamah sell food like before. Provided, Mamah does not work nights like this.”

Gayatri turning. Staring at Cempaka with sharp eyes. “Terus .. If you don't go to school, what will you do? Kayak Mamah, you know? No, Aka! You have to be smart. So successful people. We have to show Papah you are not responsible for that. You can succeed in being an honorable person without asking for mercy from him! Remember that!”

“But it doesn't have to work like that ‘kan, Mah?” Cempaka. Gayatri pushed her son rough, saying, “Know what you are about Mamah's work, huh?”

“Mah …. “ Cempaka held his body so as not to fall backward.

“Already! You don't take care of Mamah. If you want to go, go there! House keys, you keep them near the flower pot in front, huh? You already know, ‘kan?”

“Aka want to sleep with Nek Inah only, Mah,” replied Cempaka.

“Ya, already. It's up to you.”

Still with a sad look, cempaka obeyed. Stepping slowly and still hoping her mother shut herself down to go to work that night. And also forever. But what he saw, Gayatri instead rose from his seat and prepared to leave.

“Bring umbrella. Scared later after naji, it rained again.” Gayatri.

“Mah …. “ Cempaka back close.

“Alleta? Request money?”

The girl reached out, grabbed Gayatri's fingers. Shake hands. Kissing him is not good. “Aka depart njai first …. “

The woman was silent. He looked at the boy with a burning rage in his heart. Then stamped in memory, when Cempaka was still in the womb, almost he was persuaded to drop it. To deprive the flesh of its own right to life, for it knows not what else to do to cover shame. Men who are expected to be willing to give happiness, in fact, just bequeath endless disasters. He lost his mind after finding out that Gayatri was two-bodied.

Not stopping there, the family was reluctant to accept. They were enraged and suddenly disgusted to be on one roof with him. Moreover, Gayatri's father who incidentally is a prominent figure of the village is highly respected among the community.

Still remembered, how Gayatri's mother roared when her daughter was about to leave. Even willing to insist on begging the husband to forgive the guilt of his flesh and blood. What a whore said, the white-fisted man remained in his stance and flabbergasted over what had been spoken.

Gayatri chose her own life path. With the stomach growing longer, defending itself in various ways. Being a washing worker, busking, even asking for. Lastly, when the age of even nine months, a village midwife is willing to accommodate it. To give birth and to give the woman a job. But the test did not stop there, another man came with a thousand promises. Sweet as candy, melenakan womanhood side Gayatri long untouched opposite sex. He was none other than the husband of the midwife.

Of course, after their affair was discovered, a second expulsion took place. Gayatri was forced to leave with her toddler son. Champaca. From here, the beginning of the night life began to recognize the woman. Starting from the invitation of someone who pityed the fate of Gayatri naturally. He invited her to work. As well as giving a small dwelling to just shelter and sleep.

“You are beautiful, Tri. Your age is young too. Must be a lot of men who want to be with you,” Mayu Mamah Rosa, as soon as Gayatri called her, at that time. The woman who was twice the age of Cempaka's mother continued to say, “Pity of your child if you get stuck like that. Incidentally, there was an empty room back there. Can you two go. While you work, there is Mbok Inah that you can titipi.”

“Mbok Inah?” gayatri asked as Mamah Rosa mentioned the name.

Mamah Rosa sucking first cigarette in hand. “Iya. She's an old woman who has both suffered the same fate as you once did when you were young. I found him almost dying down the street. Because I feel sorry, so I invite him to stay here. Good, can help a little.”

Gayatri consented. So plunge her into a woman the night since. Serving striped-nose men every night without a break of the day. It even became a local prima donna because of the beauty and the beauty of his body. Behind the glittering life of Gayatri that is filled with sin, Cempaka was educated Mbok Inah well and more directed.

“Whatever you see from your Mom, don't take it and imitate it, son. Respect and respect her as your mother. For you, aspire to be an honorable woman who can be proud of one day,” said Mbok Inah gave a tip.

“Indeed, what did Mamah do, Nek?” ask Cempaka plain at that time. Mbok Inah smiled bitterly. He was trying to find the right words to explain. At least to be easily understood by girls the age of Cempaka. Answer the old woman, “ Anyway, you just follow the advice of Grandma all this time. When you grow up, you will understand yourself.”

“Aka has not understood, Nek,” timpal Cempaka back. “Terus .. Why has Grandma always advised Aka all this time? Grandma thought, Mamah Aka is not good, huh?”

Mbok Inah stroked the girl's hair gently. “Trust, Son. Grandma used to be in your Mamah position like now. Grandma felt guilty and sinful. Hence, Grandma wanted to fill this remnant of Grandma's life with something better. Close to God, while preventing you from …. “

“From what, Grandma?” ask cempaka curiously.

“Already. Later you will also understand,” elak Mbok Inah while folding prayer mats and mukena after they perform Isya prayers. “Now, we sleep yes, son. Let Fajr get up on time and not sleepy. Tomorrow afternoon, still want to bring Grandma food sales, ‘kan?”

“Iya, Mother. But Aka has a PR school that hasn't been worked on, Nek.”

Mbok Inah yawned for a bit. Then reply, “Ya, already. Just work. But don't sleep tonight, huh? Grandma sleeps first. Capek.”

“Iya, New.”

The next morning, as soon as Cempaka woke up, there were faint sobs in the middle room. That's Mamah Rosa's cry. I don't know what made him so sad, until then Cempaka tried to find out. There was his mother there. Seen to bow the face. Sitting alone in front of a person who was stiffly stretched was covered in a plain white sheet. Mbok Inah is dead.

Cempaka grieved. The man who had been advising him so often, was now gone. He left behind valuable tips that kept ringing in the child's head. Until now, by the time he was in his teens.

One night, after a lecture, the girl found her mother still lying in bed coughing and holding her stomach. The great grin on the woman's face signifies that she is enduring the terrible pain.

“Mamah why?” ask her sempaka while putting a book and bag containing mukena and prayer mats. “A sick?”

“Oh, Aka. Fortunately you have come home, son,” said Gayatri while trying to get up. “Please get Mamah warm water, yes?” Cempaka directly obey. Hurry to the kitchen and get a glass of hot water in a thermos mixed with cold water.

“Ma's sick? Mama better not go out. Mama overslept, huh?” pinta Cempaka was worried to see the condition of his mother who had several pecan is always complaining of pain in his stomach.

“But Mamah is sick again, Mah,” urges Cempaka back.

“Already! Silence you! Mamah wants to leave first,” exclaimed Gayatri as she stepped in the shade and held on to the wall.

“Mah!” call the girl almost crying.

Gayatri doesn't care. He kept trying to walk outside while holding his stomach.

Outside the house, Gayatri meets Mamah Rosa. The woman frowned as soon as she saw the condition of the woman. “You're still reckless to work, Tri?” tanyakanya.

“Forced, Mah,” replied Gayatri among the ringis enduring the pain. “Only this work can I do to meet the needs of our life.”

Mamah Rosa smiled wryly. “You didn't see your condition? Many of my customers have complained after coming in contact with you. You routinely treat and check yourself, ‘kan?”

Gayatri. “It's been a few months, I rarely do that, Mah. The money I used up for living purposes and school fees Cempaka.”

“Hhhmmm, worth it,” said Mamah Rosa. “Now my guests already know about you. They no longer want you to serve. That means, what? You're destroying my efforts, Tri!”

Gayatri intends to hug Mamah Rosa, but the woman dodges. She pleaded, “Please, Mah. I need some money. My son will be in Junior High soon. I don't want Cempaka's education to stop, just because of me like this.”

Mamah Rosa shook her head. “No, Tri. You can't work,” is firm. “Better, treat your pain first. I have a little money for you to use. Anytime, you can return it.”

“Mah, please …. “

“No! You go back to your room! Tomorrow, take the money for treatment!”

“Mah …. “

Mamah Rosa would not listen. He left while smoking his cigarette. Leave the islands of white smoke stinging and make Gayatri cough. Instead of following, the woman passed. In the direction of the place he didn't normally go. Streetlamps. Stand alone waiting for someone to stop and offer to have fun. Until time passed was not felt.

Gayatri shivers of cold. Survive on the footing with the help of leaning on a street light pole. Until then, some men came.

“Hey, sssttt .. girls, Bro,” said one of them.

“Definitely pecun tuh!” the other timpal.

“Kerjain yuk, ah!”

Once close, they immediately surrounded Gayatri. “Halo, Girls. Longer wait for customers, yes?” Sounded oddity in unison.

“Maen same as us. Guaranteed satisfaction, deh!”

Gayatri tried to hold her back. He held on to the lamp post with all his might.

“Once maen, how much? Don't pay, deh. The important thing is to satisfy each other. ‘Where, Mbak?”

“Go you! Don't bother me!” exclaim Gayatri broken.

“Eh, crazy! We're told to leave? Ahaha! It's good for you!”

One of them pushed Gayatri. With ease, the woman fell. “Aaahhh ... “ a shriek came out of those pale lips.

“Bring to the side, Bro! We're working on a rame-rame!”

So mercilessly, Gayatri's weak body was dragged strong hordes of men towards the bushes. But a few moments later, there was mockery and the sounds of smashing fists about the parts of the woman's body.

“Sial! This bitch is sick apparently, Bro! It stinks so much!”

“Basic bitch! You'd better get out of your disease!”

“Lucky cave belom sepet pake! Goddamn it!”

“Satan lu! Dih!”

Gayatri's body was weakly covered with blood in her mouth and nose. No moaning or screaming. Only a gasping breath gave the sign that the woman was still alive. I don't know until when, until then the dawn began to break.

“Cempaka, follow Auntie now,” Mamah Rosa said the next morning. The little girl was astonished. “Where, Aunt?” ask Cempaka.

Mama Rosa doesn't talk much. He immediately packed all of the kid's clothes into a big bag.

“Where are we going, Auntie?” Cempaka asked back.

“Not ask much. You just follow Auntie,” replied Mamah Rosa with a sad look.

“Which friend, Aunt?”

The woman's lips shook with the cry. But he tried to look strong in front of the girl. “Your friend is on medication. You know he's been sick for a few days, ‘kan?”

Cempaka nodded slowly. “We're going to see Mom, Auntie? But ... Why are all Aka's clothes taken all?”

Mamah Rosa crouched down in front of Cempaka. Then said slowly, “For a while, don't ask your Mom first. Let him heal until he recovers. Now, you live in a new, much better place. All right there and you take it easy, all Auntie will take care of as much as Auntie can. Okay, Nak?”

“But where are we going, Auntie?” The little girl followed the pull of Mamah Rosa's hand. Entering a car waiting in front of the house.

“Stop asking, Aunt won't answer until we arrive somewhere .... “ replied the woman confirmed.

It does. During the journey, not a single conversation came out of their mouths. Cempaka was forced to keep his sense of wonder and curiosity. Mamah Rosa looked sad with reddened and wet eyes.

After arriving at a place, then Mamah Rosa spoke. “Here ... You'll be much better, son. Auntie message, never think of returning before you actually become the expected person.”

Cempaka look at the condition of the intended place. It is a building with an elongated row and there are many rooms. There appeared several children with various ages, back and forth wearing dresses and all covered. Even the arrival of the two of them was greeted kindly with a language that Cempaka had known before.

“Assalaamu’alaikum. Welcome to our place …. “

Only briefly did Mamah Rosa speak to a woman there. Then hurried to leave Cempaka while sobbing.

“I'm sorry, Cempaka. If my son had been responsible, maybe Gayatri and his son would not have suffered such a fate. But as long as I live, I won't let my granddaughter follow in the footsteps of me and her mother. At least, maybe this will ease our sins later. Including my former future-in-law, Mbok Inah.”