Hate You, Love You
Escape

"hiks. hiks.. hiks..," Amara walked alone. Down the hallway of the big house while fumbling the walls to hold. His tears did not stop flowing, soaked his cheeks and he did not try to dry them.

His mind was empty, and so was his soul. All she had in mind right now was to immediately awaken from the worst nightmare Amara had ever experienced.

Unfortunately, what happened was not a dream. Evidently from a red liquid object that decays to fall wet next to his feet. Amara who saw that felt even more pain in her heart. He hurried down the stairs. Even he had almost fallen, but immediately held on to the fence that encircled it.

His eyes were on a door that would lead him out of the cursed house. Amara no longer cared about her unfinished work, nor did she even remember her cousin Dea who had come with her.

Amara's eyes were blank, looking straight ahead. He didn't even answer some people's questions to him. Amara didn't hear what they were asking. His soul drifted somewhere, making Amara like a walking doll.

"Where are you going ?" Ask a man wearing a brown uniform. He was a security guard at Abraham's residence.

But again Amara did not answer him, even he did not rub it at all. Amara hobbled down the residential street, towards the large road where the city bus passed by.

"Hoooh," Amara complained when she fell accidentally. Up to a few sharp pebbles hurt his knee and bleed out.

All she did was look back, Amara was afraid that the man would follow her and drag her again. Amara's puffy face looked tense and frightened. He immediately got up and continued his journey still with a limp step.

Arriving on the highway, Amara stood waiting for a bus that would take her home. Some of the people who asked him did not listen to Amara. Until a middle-aged woman came to him.

"Bak out of pickpocketing ?" Asked the woman but Amara was still standing with blank eyes looking forward.

"It looks like Mommy is also coming in the month. Here, take it," the woman handed over a fifty-thousand piece of cash and a pack of tissue to Amara directly. Until the girl couldn't resist.

Not without reason did he do that, he saw a red trail like a dried up blood melt in one of Amara's legs.

"Mad better go home quickly because the night is getting late. It'd be dangerous if the mama was alone like this,"

Hearing that Amara just nodded slowly. He did not say a word from his mouth.

"Where to stay?" The woman asked slowly but Amara looked at her instead.

"Where do you live ? let me find the bus" the woman asked again.

"Ja-way XYZ," answered Amara so slowly that she had to close her ears to hear Amara's words.

"Oohs... Yep... I know," he said again. But Amara doesn't want to talk to him anymore. The girl turned her eyes back to the front.

For a few minutes Amara waited, the unknown woman faithfully accompanied him. He tries to protect Amara from those who intend evil to her.

"Well that's the bus coming ! Let's get on!" Say it again and Amara did it. He got on the bus with a piece of money and a pack of tissue in his hand. Amara left without saying a word of thanks at all.

Amara put her body in a chair by the window. Along the way, he turned his head outward. He doesn't want to sit with anyone. When the bus conductor came to charge him, Amara did not look at him at all. Fortunately, the woman gave Amara some money so she could go home.

***

' Brak !! ' there was the sound of a door slamming loudly. Amara's mother paused for a moment her conversation on the phone.

"Ara ?"

"I - yes Ma. Ara was tired, Ara went up, yes" replied Amara as she directly climbed the stairs leading to her room. He did not speak to his mother or anyone else in the house.

"Hello, De ? That's Ara just arrived. You don't worry" said the mother to her interlocutor who turned out to be Dea.

Without Amara knowing, her cousin was looking for her with anxiety and panic because Amara was not anywhere. Yang Dea knew there was only a girl wearing white-black clothes walking towards the highway.

"Thank God, Tan. I'll be home tomorrow. This is still very tired," said Dea who is still in the big house. From that moment he was busy looking for the existence of Amara.

Upon arrival in the room, Amara locked the door tightly. He immediately entered the bathroom and turned on the water shower with a rush.

With disgust Amara stripped her own clothes. His emotions exploded while doing so until some buttons of his shirt came off and fell scattered. After detaching, Amara threw her origin into a corner of the room.

Amara again struggled to release the black skirt that was still attached to her body. Emotionally, Amara let go.

"Oh my God. hiks.. hiks..," Amara shed her innocent body on the bathroom floor and cried violently at the sight of the red stains on her pants. "Why me ? Why is this happening to me ??" Amara roared. In his head was the face of his father and mother who would definitely feel disappointed in him. Then, the face of Danis the lover also flashed in his mind. I feel guilty even more Amara.

Amara cried with her head down, thinking what to do next. Does he have to tell you about what happened to him ?

"Look at how she dresses ! No wonder he was a rape victim !"

"work at night ? you should know what the risk is,"

"Gum girl* ! Why go into the room of a guy who's mabok again ? The disease itself !"

"I-I became a victim when he himself deliberately trapped the rich man !"

Those words haunt Amara's head. He believes he is to blame for this. Because women rape victims usually get negative judgments from the community. Some even get ostracized because they are considered contemptible, even though they are victims.

Moreover, Amara realized, what he faced today was a respected person who had a good reputation in the eyes of the community. Amara believes she's the one to blame. In the end, he decided to keep this alone.

"Sorry Ara, Ma.. Pa.. hu.hu.hu.," He sounded bitter.

"Take care of yourself, and be loyal to me," suddenly Danis said when she parted with him at the airport, ringing in Amara's ear.

"I'm sorry, baby.I'm sorry..," Lirih Amara while pulling her hair in frustration. He felt that he had failed to take care of himself until now he had been stained.

He bowed his head and cried hysterically when he saw the reddish marks on his chest. Amara immediately stood up and walked towards the air shower that she had started from earlier.

Amara rubbed her body with sponge and soap repeatedly. He did that with all his might as if his body was filled with dirt that was very difficult to remove.

Amara felt very disgusted with her own body.

seriate...