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He was an execution officer, a doctor, a law-reading village chief, who stood on a small stage in white. He could only bow down in shame, when all eyes were on him.
Like an executioner with an invisible face. The executor, his identity was deeply hidden. It was a rule, to keep the punisher's unpleasant feelings towards the person being punished. Of course, he had a point of understanding where the rattan land would land safely.
He was fully aware that he was found guilty following the punishment that followed. He fully understood, that the count of one followed by the landing of rattan as large as two fingers of an adult as long as one meter and a half it landed on his lower back.
The whispers of the citizens watching, make the shame increase. He understood that now he and his great family's honor were at stake. After this, he promised not to humiliate them anymore. After this, he promised to further elevate his parents.
"Two...."
Givan was just speechless, with his eyes closed enjoying the heat of the sudden heat wave. That little sabetan, it doesn't cause pain. However, the heatwave shocked Givan quite a bit.
She was punished alone, because Ai's sentence was postponed until she gave birth. Ai, too, was enjoying solitude when her freedom and activities were restricted.
"Three...." His body trembled with his eyes closed. Enjoyed the taste, he was reminded of the anesthetic before the cesarean operation was done. He remembered the sacrifice of his wife ducking, so that his spine could be inserted half-body injection.
"Four...." A picture of Canda's face grimacing in pain in the bathroom due to diarrhea, a, it flashed simultaneously with her being on top of Ai's body and middle pulling the head of her belt from the varied skirt the net was concerning at the head of her belt.
"Five...." His body jerked, he felt a shock when the sabetan was hit with his spine. His memory was spinning, as he looked for him playing with a dry branch of a tree. The twigs are used only to scare them. Apparently, it felt like this twig when it landed on his body.
Her father, who had been feeding her since she was a child, could not bear to do that to her. However, other people who served as executors even with the heart to continue to land the bread.
"Six...." It flashed her mother's wrathful expression, with small eyes glaring, raising her voice at him. Then, with reflexes he raised his voice to his mother. When his mother's face looks shocked, with eyes that begin to water. He realized, his reflex snapping hurt his mother's heart. He remembered his pleas for mercy until he prostrated himself on his mother's feet, so that his mother would not hurt him.
"Seven...." Cheerful calls from her children, as if heard in her ears. His eyes were open, looking at the faces of those watching him. There was no wife, no children, only her family to accompany her on stage.
The sight flashed far in front of the half-open gate. Some traveling merchants were present there, as in the courtyard of the mosque was held a koplo music concert that attracted the attention of the people.
Until, a woman who crossed hands with a red veil made Givan remember someone.
Really her? He watched himself being punished in front of so many people? He saw the dignity of a Givan mortgaged on this stage.
The shirt is red, with white pants too. Impressed like commemorating the independence day of the Indonesian republic, with photocromic glasses that look appropriate on the shape of his face.
The chest is quite large, although it has been covered with a veil. Making Givan more convinced, that the person is the biological mother of the child he foster.
Not felt, the count has reached thirty. Meanwhile, Givan was still watching the woman who was the henchman in his place.
He turned his head towards his family, then pointed at the mosque fence with his chin.
"What's up, Bang Givan?" A doctor approached him, worrying that his body was not strong enough to bear the spicy taste along with the shame.
The sentence was suspended when doctors approached Givan to check on Givan. Unfortunately for Givan, the heat turned into pain that spread to his heart. After being silenced long enough, because of the lull of the punishment. The punishment should never stop so that he does not feel pain early.
"Nothing." Givan shook his head, as the doctor stood beside him and touched his shoulder.
"Okay, we continue."
When his eyes fell on the woman standing by the fence again, he could not find her. His eyes looked for the figure, so that the residents who watched felt afraid of themselves because it seemed marked by the son of the prince. They were worried that their faces, which the boy recognized, had come to their house and yelled at them for being present at his execution today.
Some residents who were afraid of unwanted things happening to them, flocked to leave the yard on the grounds of leaving homework. Givan is looking for someone. It is not to mark the faces of the citizens present here, to be punished again for having seen him humiliated here.
The figure he was looking for, was unreachable in his eyes. Suddenly he remembered the smiling face of his adopted son who had an advantage in his fingers, was being held together and taken into the car with his biological mother.
Givan is worried, this opportunity is taken by the Princess to take her son away. Obviously, Givan wouldn't allow that. He never wanted his adopted son to go away from him.
"Fifty."
The punishment was completed, with him being immediately brought down by the doctor on duty to check his condition. Ringisan Givan increasingly felt, when the wind hit the spicy wound caused by a rattan.
"Where's sick, Bang?"
Givan's hand tried to feel one of his protruding bone rings on his back. He thought, the rattan was stamped with his bones.
The coolness is spread all over his back, to minimize the feeling of heat that has not disappeared as well. The family was still not allowed to see Givan. Until the officers handed Givan back to his family back home.
"Can you please add more?" Givan felt the cold was still inferior to the heat.
"Oh, yes. Sure, Bang."
Givan thought, if the person being punished is not him. Perhaps, the doctor never wanted to be ordered by his patients like this.
A layer of gel spread, continue to be added again and again. Givan hopes that the heat will soon disappear with the help of the gel.
He was told to lie face up. Cardiac recording devices and blood pressure are directly attached to his body.
The village chief gave him a box of food and asked him to eat it immediately. So that he can directly consume pain medication.
Mild fever may be felt, until the effects of heat and pain are really not felt anymore. Givan was given drugs, so that his body fit again.
In the white tent that was behind the stage, he was temporarily abandoned to quickly consume his food.
The stage was immediately cleared, with the equipment used. The rubbish was immediately put together and removed from the courtyard of the mosque. The place was cleaned again, to make it look comfortable to worship.
Busy people, as if not seeing the red hooded woman who approached the tent. His smile was perfectly sculpted, when he found his son's foster father who was drinking bottled mineral water.
"Waduh, rowdy.... Bang Givan," he said without entering the tent.
Givan was familiar with that voice, a voice that had once shouted his name out of enjoyment. He immediately turned his head towards the direction the voice appeared, until he found the woman in the red hood smiling broadly at him.
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More or less apologize 🙏 I did not find the right article, about the description of the pain of the sentence and the execution system was in progress. At other times, I will explore the insights again to better understand the course of the punishment. 😁🙏