An Overdose of Love
My resignation
I could only give up, roar, and cry, when my body was in pain, as Yona relentlessly continued to beat and torture me.
Now my face may be pale, because the wound is increasingly gaping throbbing pain. Three days have passed, still held captive and kidnapped, who mercilessly Yona still binds and coagulates my mouth.
For some reason, Yona was so cruel as to do all this, all my efforts to negotiate with her, but in reality it was a waste, because Yona's heart had died of hatred and revenge.
"O Allah, O robb, help your weak servant out of abduction and captivity. The servant believes that You are almighty over everything, so be aware of Yona immediately and forgive the mistakes she has done to me. Open the door of his heart, that what he did was a great mistake. Guide and give way to Yona, so that she may soon come to terms with the omission of all wrongs" I prayed in my heart for my own good and Yona's.
I am still trying to forgive the people who tortured me. Do not want to be trapped in the name of revenge, because hurt will be avenged with revenge can never be finished, and all that will make our hearts increasingly gaping will thirst for anger, anger, so that the sins will continue to follow us.
Doesn't anyone say "Hurt don't get revenge, but pray for the person who has hurt us to come to our senses quickly, because God will reward us more, for those who are able to forgive those who have hurt us". Those are the words I now immerse myself in, for there is no recompense for Yona's treatment. Let Allah repay all.
The morning sun had blinded the incoming light from the cracks of the warehouse, so that it made the matakupun to open it immediately.
Netra was surfing around the messy warehouse space, and my gaze continued straight to the side with my eyes starting to open wide. Now try to take a deep breath and take it out slowly.
"Heeeh .. huuuff."
Aware there will be no more help, I finally tried to rise myself from the rubble of the ceramics.
I don't know how many hours I've been asleep. As I recall after Yona molested the eyes I began to shut up, and I may have fallen asleep due to all my body already feeling pain.
I slowly lifted my body to position myself to sit properly, with the net continuing to sweep around the room. I unceasingly managed my breath and now trying to wipe the tears that had dripped, using clothes attached to the shoulders because the hands were still tied.
It feels like I just keep saying I want to rest. On the other hand by closing the eyes, so that the brain does not keep thinking of continuing pain throughout the body, and by being made to sleep maybe all the taste will disappear.
I just kept thinking what else Yona would do next, if she were still here? All I know is that he will only continue to torture me mercilessly, even though I have apologized to him many times, but he did not heed my words, what was in him was only revenge.
Braak .. brook .. braaak, the sound of people outside the warehouse like they're hitting something.
"Eeem .. emm," My voiceless mouth, trying to ask for help.
With all my strength, now I walk with a sitting position, as a result of the hands and feet are still tied.
In front of my eyes was a pile of plastic chairs that had been badly shaped and my intention was to go there, so that outsiders could hear and his actions would help me. Slowly but surely, with all my might I wanted to get to that chair.
Bruuuk, my body has been overturned to the right, due to my stubbornness that is too fast.
"Eem .. emmm," My voice that roared no sound, with tears already flowing.
There was a shadow of a person, already walking away from the warehouse.
The body was already sick from the torture and now it is falling down. The wound was like being splashed with salt water, it felt so unstoppable, it was incomparable to its throbbing.
"Oh Allah, is this difficult for me to escape from the abduction. Did Adrian give up on me? Why until now there has been no sign of him finding me. O God, have my sins been so much that You have made my situation difficult now?" the mutter in his heart that was already feeling desperate.
"Astagfirullah, forgive me, O Allah, for thinking badly of You. Servant believes in Your power greater than anything, perhaps this is the path of fate destined for me to increase faith. Astagfirullah. May the following days send you help, to get the servant out of here, amen, robbal alamin," I pray in an unbroken heart for help, with tears flowing like a river.