DAMNED GIRL
45. THE WRONG EMOTION

Inside there Mom was busy looking for something she wanted, to the point that she did not care about some furniture that fell nudged by her.

Prang.prang. The atmosphere was clearly heard inside

Moments later came back to see me lying on the floor that was exhausted

Then mom came back to grab my hair "Wake up ! Wakeup ! Wake up !!!" he lifted my hair to stand up

at the same time I followed his orders.

He wanted me to stand up forcibly even though he knew I was helpless

After I stood up slightly staggering, she quickly dragged my hand forcefully

"Take this ! Here ! Here !" drag

But somehow my feet won't follow him until I fall down a few times but even so Mom still drags me.

Without any pity for me she continued to forcefully pull my hand, clasping my wrist so tightly. Apparently, Mom was numb to me.

When we walked on a trail overgrown with a lot of weeds towering, I know this road. Yes, the road to Pak Yanto's secret fishing spot.

The path to the abandoned pesawahan behind the house is always deserted every day no one intends to go there because it believes there must be many snakes and happens to be quite far from the settlement. But Mr. Yanto actually makes the place his favorite to relax.

The further I was dragged by it I could only cry bitterly and endure the pain along the way, I could only resign because there would be no one to help me, lonely, silent. There was only the breezy sound of the afternoon breeze waving the leaves of the grass as if ignoring me

Because I could not stand the treatment of Mother finally I decided to beg her pity, in the middle of the journey I began to complain in pain and beg for mercy to Mother

"Mother, it hurts. Forgive me!" I pleaded with tears, wishing he knew my heart

But Mom didn't bother me, she was more interested in continuing to drag my hand, apparently she didn't care about how I felt being treated like a thief being judged

Under the increasingly orange twilight sky, the sun is painted round, the wind is getting colder. Expressing this feeling like a crumble and then breaking into pieces as if being judged a fate that came out of nowhere. I kept whimpering in pain crying faltered wrapped by the fear of the thought of the imminent death picking me up.

But Mother still continued to force her will, dragging my hand without mercy

Finally we arrived at a place that suddenly seemed to take me to the dimension of the past

A place that also twisted the memory in my head, as if returning me to the sweet story that was actually dead.

Mother dragged me to the small river where the Pak Yanto massacre was her favorite to catch fish. The feeling of haru and tightness in the chest grew stronger when I saw the figure of Mr. Yanto sitting on the side of the river behind me.

Then my tears fell more and more

While Mom kept forcing me to come to her wish. But I just kept quiet, my mouth locked and let Mom do whatever she wanted until Mom finally slapped my cheek again and pushed me towards the tree that still had a swing made by Mr. Yanto for me.

Mother forced me to lean my back against the body of the tree and then took my hand back, even so I resigned.

At the same time the swing moved slowly by the wind as if implying sweet memories while with him, even I could see myself there.

But my sweet memory finally disappeared

"You must die this afternoon !" mother said from behind the tree while tying my hands tightly

I let myself stand resignedly because I already knew what Mom wanted from me

After being satisfied to tie me up in his way, then he turned his face to me and smiled while pointing at my face

He was so mad at me "You deserve to be here ! If you had been treated this way, maybe none of my family would have died because of you !"

Heard it so but this time my tears have not flowed anymore maybe it is dry

I also did not answer anything because it was useless I would not be able to feel it.

Then I patted my head softly three times "Well here yes, until the end of time pick you up !" he said then leave so.

Now

I was alone here standing with my hands tied back together with the tree trunk that was being touched, the result was almost all my hands bitten by them.

A few minutes passed at last the orange sun began to fall slowly, the sky began to darken, the wind grew colder.

Ants that now gnaw almost my entire body are enough to complete the suffering of this ditikai.

I could only stoop down to endure the pain and thirst

From in front of me, someone stopped right in front of me.

He spoke nothing but his gaze was sharp no matter what he thought of me.

Slowly he approached, his right hand firmly grasping his weapon

Seeing it as soon as my body began to tremble as if convinced that my soul would be finished this afternoon.

Finally Liana's gaze came closer, a deep gaze full of meaning. A few moments later he smiled at me and broke the bond that hurt me.

While he also shook the rangrang that had almost mastered my body

I was still silent and couldn't say anything.

Then he hugged me tightly.

The tears fell on my shoulder

So do I

We cried together under the dim sky

Liana still hugged me, she faltered as she spoke "I'm sorry Oh Dhira" she whispered hoarsely

I just nodded unable to make a sound

Liana let go of his embrace and then took me away "We're going home" she asked

But I shook my head without speaking, but he understood what I meant

"You're scared of Mom, aren't you ?" tannya

I smiled with tears

Liana understood very well my heart and invited me to sit for a while near the swing. It was dark but we didn't seem to care about it.

I know Liana tried to calm my trauma before returning home

But this time I started talking to him

"Why do you want to help me ?" much

Liana smiled but her face was sad and her tears fell back

"Because I feel sorry to see you"

My heart is so full of hearing it

"Thank you" I replied

Liana wiped her tears with her fingers while still faltering

"Now we have lost someone we love. Now I have no parents while you have also lost a mother's soul. We're the same, Dhira. Both lost the love of parents" he said

I heard my tears fall back. I can't even say anything more.

A few minutes passed Liana again invited home "It's getting darker and a lot of mosquitoes. We better go home" he asked again

But I'm still traumatized by Mom, I'm afraid to go back home despite the heart's desire to go home.

But Liana still strengthened my fallen mentality "Do not be afraid, however she is your mother" he persuaded

"Yes it's true that she's my mother but you don't feel hurt by your own biological mother" I said

Liana silently looked at me

But I threw my eyes towards the already very dark way home

Even so Liana was not offended by my saying "Yes I did not feel it but I saw it. Because my mother never did that to me, so I knew it was wrong" she said

Liana still added, "If we go home and you meet Mom, you should avoid her actions. You should be able to go to the next house to ask for help" he said again

"Actually I could have but I love Mom" I said

"That's bad you still love Mom ?" tannya

"If your mother were still alive and then she beat you up because of a misunderstanding would you hate her ?" much