GITA AND MAR
014. Fierce Fight

Lord ... wake me up. If everything that happens is just a dream, please wake me up in good health. Wake me up as soon as possible. Don't let me die in a body I don't recognize.

And if I'm not worthy of my present life, pick me up after saying goodbye to Mom.

God ... forgive me. Suicide is just a momentary evil thought. Don't take it seriously. Forgive me for never being grateful. Return me to my body.

I'm Gita. Not Mar.

PLAKK!

Mar felt his cheeks hurt. His ears were ringing and his jaws seemed to come off so throbbing. He dreams of waking up from fainting and returning to Gita's body. He must have been a Gita. He's almost sure. But his consciousness was greeted with the appearance of the ceiling of the room without a ceiling.

"You ... fainted again? Don't faint. I want to be served. Open..open!" Samsul pulled the T-shirt Mar was wearing up and quickly stripped the top.

"Shopping ...!" mar screams, spontaneously closing the upper part of his body which is now only wearing a shabby braa.

It's Mar's body. Not body. But if Samsul touches me, I think I'll go crazy. This man is not worthy of a Mar.

Rapist, domestic violence, robbery, killer. You should be rotting in jail.

"Against? You're always gini, Mar. And you finally like it too. Come on, open your pants. You will enjoy it too. Open it!" Samsul's hand was already gripping the hook of his pants.

The rest of Samsul's hand slap is still on Mar's cheek. Now his head is pulsing. "Enjoy?" Mar echoed Samsul's hand with all his might and removed the hand from his body. "Go, Fuck! Your hands are dirty! It's unclean!" Mar kicked and beat all the parts of Samsul's body that he could reach.

"Against you now? Fight?!" Samsul's voice boomed. His hand lifted again and again prepared to land a blow on Mar's face. However, Mar pushed him before the punch arrived. "Arrghh."

Samsul was half drunk that afternoon. Unemployed men who used to be factory workers later worked odd jobs since the CPI. Although it used to work, Samsul money is always not visible because he is a loyal devotee of slot gambling. Mar endows her chaotic household by being a housekeeper in the largest housing estate in the area.

Samsul's back hit the bedroom door. Although not loud, the blow made Jaya scream and shout her mother's name. Samsul only grimaced for a moment. Mar's kick almost hit his groin.

"What demon's you?" Samsul's question was followed by dirty swears that were not worthy of his children's hearing.

"Lo's harsher!" reply Mar. Samsul is ticking. Throwing a sharp look with his red eyes. The usual wife he easily defeated that day gave a fierce resistance.

"It's tired of your life apparently." Samsul unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Prepare to ambush Mar who is now standing on a thin bed while wearing his boss again.

Mar continued to retreat until he reached the broken window that had been nailed to his frame. Standing on the thin bed Mar used to sleep with his two sons. The man who is Mar's husband rarely appears at night.

"Here you! Right here! Bitch!" samsul shouted with all the veins on his neck protruding. Samsul threw his clothes and went up to the bed catching Mar's feet. The woman fell back. Samsul is too strong and crazy as usual.

"Please me! Lepassin! I don't want to. Release ...!" Mar beats up Samsul's head again trying to take off his shirt.

Fucking men! I swear I won't let her dirty hands touch Mar! You're a Samsul bastard ....

Mar pushed Samsul's chest with all his might. After creating a little distance, Mar slammed a punch into the man's throat. Samsul shouted and coughed. Mar seized the opportunity by kicking back and throwing his body into a corner. Quickly reach for the drink bottle commonly used to hang anti mosquito burn.

PRANGS!

With eyes gleaming with rage, Mar broke the bottle and turned away. One quick movement had already made him manage to put the sharp tip of the bottle into Samsul's neck. Mar pressed the sharp glass until a drop of blood came out of the thin hole he had just made in the neck of the samsul. The man is screaming.

"Look, motherfucker." Mar's breath gasping. With his left hand gripping Samsul's arm, Mar's right hand grasped the bottle and continued to press it against the man's neck. "Maybe all this time Mar has been a lot of cravings for you. You rape her when you want. Mar must be too affectionate with Jaya to the point that she always comes back here. Surely Mar does not want Jaya to be a broken home child. But you raped Mar again until she was pregnant with Hasan. And Hasan became a malnourished baby because his father was a jerk like lo. You are a fucking asshole!" Mar screamed at the end of his throat.

"My neck hurts, Mar! Freelance. You bitch!" Samsul again curses, but does not dare to move for fear of seeing Mar's expression other than usual. Samsul grimaced as his neck hurt. Mar who was crazy that day had managed to hurt him.

"Sundal? Your bitch mother! A bitch! Dull eyes! Same fuck as you. You have to leave tonight. Don't come back here to disturb me, Jaya or Hasan. If you go back...."

"Why would I go home? This is my home too" replied Samsul stammered, but his voice was quite loud. He was strangled and the blood on his neck dripped back.

"Mother!" yelled Jay from outside.

Gita .. If Mar is imprisoned, his two sons will be abandoned no one takes care of. Control yourself lo.

Mar glanced for a second, then returned his focus to Samsul. "If you go back to bother me or the kids ...." Mar took a step forward to whisper in Samsul's ear. "Gue will do the same to your mother, the kayak you made to the woman on the bridge. Wrestle out? Narrated, dong .... Time doesn't understand." Mar wanted to laugh as he looked at the shocked and confused face of Samsul for a while.

Mar backed away with trembling hands. Samsul looked at Mar as if he could not believe the figure he had just faced.

"Lo can leave now," said Mar, opening the door wide and his gaze immediately collided with the flabbergasted Jaya.

Samsul leaves the house as Mar had hoped. The man did not even look at his two children for a moment. Jaya who sat holding Hasan could only see his father's departure in silence.

“Tante Beautiful is okay?” jaya asked with a worried face.

“As you can see. I'm not your sweet mother. If only scolded or said so I've been trained. My superior mouth is more sadistic but with a more elite choice of words. Although the originals are both like terminal thugs." Mar threw a broken bottle into the corner of the room. And casually open the closet.

“Jadi ... now Aunty where to go?” Jaya looked at the figure of a mother who was not her mother. The usual meek mother now spoke flat and coldly.

“Jaya .. I don't want to hurt you. It's not that I don't care about Mar's two sons but for now I can't take you and Hasan. I have to go back to work while watching over my body. And I can't keep Gita while keeping you plus while working at Mr. Harris' house.” Mar stuffed Jaya and Hasan's clothes into plastic bags and grocery bags he got from a closet drawer.

"Why should we be watched?"

Mar just shut up. It was impossible to tell Jaya that her father could have searched for Gita and killed her because he could testify or report the man's actions to the police.

“Tante want to take us where?” Jaya is worried that she will have to stay at Nek Minah's house.

“Where else? The only family I can trust is Nek Minah. He is a judge, but he will not hurt you. And also ...” Mar looked at Jaya, “And also your father is only evil to your mother only. You are not physically hurt. That's what made me think of imprisoning Samsul. You can be bullied if you have a criminal father.” Mar said his last sentence very slowly.

To be continued