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The Tragedy of the Pile

"Hayo... why?"

Mas Farid came and surprised me and Mas Ilham who were both giggling. Still tickled with the guyonan earlier.

"What are we all doing?" askaku.

Mas Farid watched, with his head slightly tilted he narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Your lips are both wet, anyway...! That's why I'm suspicious."

"indiscriminately. Already, ah. Don't joke like that in front of a kid." I turned to Laila. "Your boyfriend broke up?"

He's nodding. "Already," he said. "But that doesn't mean cutting off communication, yeah. Laila can, right, occasionally borrow your mobile phone to call Joko? Please...?"

I nodded back. "But you can't date, can you?"

This time Laila nodded. "Ndak, really. But Joko promised that she would pick Laila up after she succeeds."

"Aamiin..," I said, compact with others.

But, I am sincere, and just reassure. While Mas Ilham and Mas Farid even guaranteed while giggling.

"Hey, don't get your hopes up, yeah!" reprimand Mas Farid, still giggling. "Male support is not to be trusted. Later your fate even like someone, lo. Embraced promise continues. Mending if kept, if not? Want to hang like a clothesline?"

Ih, shit!

"Mas Farid insinuates me, huh?"

"Lo's? You're being insinuated, Bil?"

"Ndak, really."

"Yes, that's it."

"But I'm actually insinuating, right?"

"Very sensitive.. Don't be a paperan, dong...!"

Shit, ah! Mas Ilham also giggled.

"In addition, Joko is not so," interrupted Laila.

"Yes, yeah. But still, don't believe one hundred percent. The talk of men can mostly not be held."

"Yes... Mas Singles..," ledek Laila. "Basic chatty...! Speech can not be held. That speech is heard and remembered, isn't it?"

Ck! We're all outcropped. Laila is very clever and clever. He's got a loophole to squash Mas Farid's talk.

"Here," as I was. "Pamit to your teachers first. We're waiting in the parking lot, yeah."

Laila and Laili according to. They rushed to the teacher's room, and said they would also go to class briefly to say goodbye to their classmates.

Less than twenty minutes later, about that time, Laila and Laili had already returned to see us in the parking lot. Our next trip to Mr. Soberin's house to pick up their important belongings, such as school uniforms and books.

Once we got there, the front door of his house was locked. But we were able to get in, because, as was their custom, the key child was always placed under a shoe rack near the door. The three of us went in. Mas Farid and Mas Ilham were waiting outside.

Inside, things were scattered like a broken ship. It's like that Laila said every time they came home from school. I just nod.

From the front room, we went straight to the room and collected the items that were about to be packed into the middle of the room space. I sat there, putting their books in the cardboard we had prepared.

"Mr?" call Laila.

"Emm? Why?"

"Can you ask for money? Laila wants to pay the debt to Bu Lina for the fare to Rembang yesterday."

Oh, insincerity. Even for the cost they have to borrow money. It's so bad I don't know if they're living that hard.

"How much?"

"Anu...."

"Four hundred thousand, Ma'am."

Oh my God, my eyes are glazed. That's enough money for both of them. They must have been hungry on the trip yesterday. Not necessarily they had breakfast from home, maybe they had not eaten from the night, or from the day before. With trembling urged by guilt, and tears that wanted to pool, I walked Laila out and into the car. My bag and wallet are there.

"Is there any other debt than that?"

Laila shook her head, but hesitated.

"Say if there is."

"Weekly debt Bue, Ma'am, at the stall. Probably. about a hundred and fifties."

"OKAY. Let the mama pay off." I took seven hundred thousand from my wallet. "If there's more, say, yes."

Laila nodded. "Yes, Mommy. Thank you." Thank you." He took the money from my hand and said goodbye. And I asked Mas Farid to accompany him, asking to be paid first if the money from me was still lacking.

After putting my bag back, I immediately went back inside the house to help Laili. But...

Laili was no longer in that room. I thought he was just going to the toilet or the kitchen. I waited for him for a moment.

Prangs!

"What's that sound? What's falling?" My heart's fretting. "Lailey?"

I hurried out of the room. Seeking, yet treading carefully. In the kitchen the shard scattering, and it seems to be a bottle of liquor.

"Emmmmm...."

The deg!

A stifled roar sounded from inside the bathroom.

"The? You're inside, brother?"

There is no lawfulness. I banged on the bathroom door hard. I screamed for his name. Still no legalities. Even silently.

"Zahra's? What's up?" mash-Ilham from the front door.

"I'm in the kitchen, Mom. Please...!" I was still banging on the bathroom door.

"Why?" My inspiration is behind me. Gasps. Out of breath.

Same, I'm bored. "Laili doesn't exist. It looks like inside. Break it!"

He nodded and told me to pull over. Then he broke it.

Good Lord!

"Mangoddessa...!" I shouted at the naked man in there. The distended stomach and the long trunk between his legs were disgusting.

Mas Ilham beat him all out and then jerked him until he bounced out of the bathroom. He was stretched out, weak and in pain. His hands and feet were sprawled like his body was already lying around unable to do anything about it. I, who was on the blackboard, was in awe, immediately trampled on the trunk and grinded it with the tip of my shoe.

"Stop, Zahra, stop! Stop that." Mas Ilham held me who was in awe. Unknowingly, he pulled and then embraced me who was still rebelling. I still want to grind the trunk until it breaks and breaks.

Laila, who was back then immediately screamed hysterically at the black stocky figure lying helplessly on the kitchen floor. That shout also made Mas Farid run in.

"Laili, Dik," said Mas Ilham while holding his gaze, making Laila aware of the condition of her sister. He fainted in the bathroom. Her clothes were torn, and her skirt was already loose. Mas Farid who had reflexively turned his head towards Laili practically also immediately turned his eyes.

After Laila approached and covered Laili's body, Mas Farid tipped over the sprawling body of the savage man, and grabbed the napkin to tie his hands and feet.

"Quiet," said Mas Ilham slowly. "Istighfar, dear. Control yourself, okay?"

It turns out I can't control myself. In my irritated cry, my only wish was one: to finish off the savage man through his uncivilized abomination.

I hate! Hate the men who oppress women. They are so savage! Rubbish thing! The immoral parasite.