KARMAS
Get out of here!!

"What's outside?? Why so much noise??" Mesya muttered that he woke up late because he could just close his eyes after dawn prayers. I don't know why he was anxious last night without knowing why. While he hesitated to contact Bisma because Mesya knew the man had been very exhausted since returning from his home.

Mesya got out of bed because of his curiosity. He chose to wash his face first. Then walk while wearing his cardigan to cover his armless negligee.

Mesya was astonished because as soon as he opened the door, there were already many residents who crowded in front of his house.

Mesya was still staring at those who were whispering and looking at him strangely. Mesya slowly moved his legs forward to find out what they meant by gathering in front of Mesya's house.

"Yes, didn't you think?? It looks cool but it turns out!!"

"Betul Ma'am, serem huh?? I was scared"

"If you knew from the beginning. I don't want a neighbor with him. I could be the victim"

The whispers became clearer as Mesya drew closer to the residents.

Mesya still felt a strange look from them. Intimidating look, fearful look, disgust and also scorn. At least that was what Mesya caught from their eyes and expressions at the moment.

"What's wrong, Mr Ma?? Why are you all gathered here so early in the morning??" Mesya asked by squeezing his own two hands out of nervousness at such a face.

No one answered Mesya's question, they whispered more and more with sadistic-sounding words in Mesya's ears.

"Sok a saint, huh Ma?? Sox-natured"

"So the man who came here at that time was not her husband turned out to be"

"Crazy Mom, he should really be in jail. Why is he free to roam around like this"

"Like no guilt at all, Mom??"

Mesya was more and more confused by what they said. Until Mesya saw one of them pointing towards the back of Mesya.

Mesya's eyes instantly rounded perfectly as he turned back.

Plenty of paper filled the walls of the house of Mesya.

THE MURDERER!!

WICKED WOMAN!!

GRABBING A HUSBAND-TO-BE MAN!!

J*CHANG!!

PREGNANT OUT OF WEDLOCK!!

YOU SHOULD BE IN PRISON!!

WOMEN DON'T KNOW THEMSELVES!!

There are many more swear words written using red ink.

I don't know who that is. What is clear is that the papers were so much attached to the front wall of his house that it attracted the attention of his neighbors.

Mesya quickly pulled the papers and then plumped them before squeezing and then throwing them away.

"It's just that you you ripped off Mesya!! Everyone knows your true behavior"

Mesya stopped his action because of the unfamiliar voice he did not recognize.

"O-om??" Mesya stuttered to find the middle-aged man who had been in his car.

"How are you Mesya?? You seem okay??"

Mesya glanced towards his neighbor who was still gathered there. They were clearly paying attention to Mesya and Kusworo.

"I'm good Om" replied Mesya. Bad thoughts began to spread throughout his brain. If all that happened this morning was Kusworo.

"Of course you're good Mesya. Because you are a woman with no heart. You can live this calm after taking away my son's life!!" Mesya immediately turned to the people around him.

"Huuuu noah's mother!!

"Criminals!!"

"No heart!!"

"Better you are m*ti!!"

Mesya was further frightened by Kusworo's actions of deliberately raising his voice for people to listen to what they were talking about.

"Om, for what happened to Alya. I'm sorry Om. I admit to being wrong, I am ready at any law, but I beg you. Don't make a fuss here" Mesya said in a quiet voice that no one else wanted to hear.

"Haha...." Kusworo laughed loudly.

"Well, I'm crazy if you follow your request!!" Kusworo continued after stopping his laughter.

"MOTHERS, GENTLEMEN!!"

"Surge!!" Mesya almost fell down because Kusworo pushed him hard.

"AS YOU KNOW, THIS WOMAN IN FRONT OF YOU IS NOTHING MORE THAN A NOAH'S MURDERER!!" Shouted Kusworo in front of everyone.

"For these women, I lost my daughter eight months ago. This woman is so vile, paying four thugs to desecrate my son!!"

"Astagfirullah"

"Cock on the heart??"

"Truly have no heart"

Masya could only cry hearing the gossip of those people.

"Until my son finally expressed severe depression due to pregnant thugs. My son was desperate, so he became a dirty woman and decided to end his life by jumping off the roof of the hospital. Before that incident, this woman also came to see my son in the hospital. I don't know what they were talking about until my son finally chose such a path" Kusworo conveyed everything by holding the anger inside his chest, until his eyes were red and shiny.

"Gosh"

"What a pity on that woman"

"He should be in jail!!"

"Why is he still here!!"

Mesya hugged his own stomach. As if asking for strength to the child in his stomach.

"And you need to know again. The child in the womb is currently the son of my son's future husband. This woman with all her tricks trapped my future daughter-in-law so she could get pregnant like this"

"Lied!! That's not true!!" Sergey Mesya. If that was when Kusworo told of Alya's death, Mesya was silent because it was true. But this time Mesya denied it because it was not true.

"To this day, she is not married at all. She had only faked her identity because the man did not want to marry her at all times"

"Om, please stop" Mesya kowtowed in front of Kusworo.

"I'm sorry Om" With those tears in his eyes, Mesya tried to ask forgiveness from Alya's father.

"Do you still want to see this woman who peddles her body stay here??" Kusworo further provoked the citizens who were there.

"No!! We don't want to!!"

"Excite him!!"

"We don't want our village dirty by a j*lang like him!!"

"Let's just get rid of it!!"

"Come!!"

Mesya's body trembled in fear. There was no one there who would help him or just defend him in front of everyone.

"Sir Bhishma help me!! Why at a time like this do you not appear at all??" Mesya's heart.

"All you know is Mesya. The priest approached you lately just to take the child in your womb. Never trust sweet words from her. Because he just doesn't care about what's happening to you right now" Kusworo said half-bending in whispering to Mesya who was still kneeling in front of him.

"Now it's up to you. If you still want to keep him here can also. But get ready for your lives to drift suddenly" added Kusworo.

"Don't talk Om!!" Sentak Mesya's. But Kusworo just smiled underestimating Mesya.

"Let's get out of here!!"

"Take him away!!"

"Just drag him!!"

Mesya's hand was suddenly pulled up until he stood up quickly.

"What do you want?? Release me!!" Mesiah glared at those who were against him.

"No!! You need to get out of here!!" Mesya continues to be pulled up to his home yard.

"I'll go but at least give me time to take all my stuff!!"

Mesya's money, cell phone, and clothes were not there. But they've gone too far dragging Mesya out.

"What else do you mean?? This all??"

Kusworo dropped Mesya's clothes, cell phones and baby clothes that were sewed by him yesterday.

"DON'T OM!!" Mesya shouted as Kusworo threw a match into his pile of clothes.

Mesya cried disturbed to see the goods burned by Kusworo. Moreover, seeing the tiny clothes burned with fire that was big enough to make Mesya's heart again destroyed.

"Quick go from the early hours!!" Mesya was pushed away from there.

Mesya who could not go back inside because of the many people who blocked him could only cry and leave from there. Without money, without any of the things it carries. Mesya again became a vagabond just as he lost everything that day.