Lembayung Dusk
The Unperfect Sad.. The Unending Suffering..

Mom Twilight

After traveling about 17 hours from DPO Denpasar to Leonardo Da Vinci Airport in Fiumicino Rome Italy.

The distance from Fiumicino airport to the center of Rome Tiburtina is only about 30 kilometers, and the easiest way to get from the airport to the city is by train. Italians generally connect their airports with cities via railway lines.

And finding a train station in the terminal area is quite simple because of the many signs that point towards it. Therefore, even though this is the first time being at the main airport in Rome, we will not be able to get lost.Just need to prepare a smart book or dictionary Indonesia - Italy to make it easier for me to ask. Minimum mastering basic English.

I was standing. Look at the clock hanging between the train platforms. It's past midnight and I'm alone in a foreign country. Looking for a taxi to the hotel that has been booked by boss Carlos.

Tin..

A taxi stopped right in front of me, and I asked him to drive me to the xxx hotel. He nodded and opened the passenger door.

Along the way, he kept me chatting in English, and luckily I understood a little. Suddenly the driver offered me a bottle of mineral water and I took it for granted and drank it without feeling suspicious.

Suddenly my head was dizzy, and my vision began to blur. After that I saw everything go dark.

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"Wake up!! " Someone kicked me and shook my shoulder.

Deg.

I woke up, and found myself in a big room with so many people. Their feet and hands are tied, just like me.

I couldn't ask or talk to any of them because my mouth was covered with duct tape.

Where'sisthis? why so many people from different countries? and all are women.

I can't remember how long I fainted. It's just, it looks like my clothes are shabby and messy.

Where's my suitcase and stuff?

"Ngh.. Nggh.. " A girl with an oriental face thrashed and tried to untie her hands, but a tall foreign man beat her with a wooden stick and shouted at her in Italian.

Some people untied our legs in turn and were told to stand up. In the sleigh to walk towards somewhere that is the harbor. We were herded like animals and forced into a large container or container.

I don't know what they put in our food, when I realized we had crossed and reached a foreign port, after before her lifted from the ship by using a crane and sling ship to the nearest land on the edge of the ship that is a dock, then from the dock by using a truck, forklift, and, inserted and arranged into a nearby warehouse.From here it is transported again using a trailer truck.

We are treated like goods or animals.

I can draw the conclusion, that this is a human trafficking, Global Human trafficking.Composed import export trade between countries. And of course we were smuggled seamlessly because of the cooperation between the mafia syndicates.

I no longer know what to do.Get rough treatment.in despicable, in snapped, in, at the beat and there were many more physical acts of violence that we received and made a mockery in a foreign language that I understood a little.

We were gathered in a large room, without a bed.

I looked carefully at each of the victims' faces, and I could recognize there were 2 people who had the same physical characteristics as me, they seemed to be from Southeast Asia just like me. While others are mostly from East Asia such as Korea, China, Japan and many more are seen from the oriental face texture they have.

Some foreigners gathered and talked about something, ironically, I saw there was a beautiful woman who I believed she was an Indonesian citizen just like me.

We were in a group, and in one group there were about 10 people. I'm a group of 2 women that I believe are still in league with me.

Once in the group, we were herded again a small truck and led us to the real suffering.

Iyah.we are sold here and there and made slaves s** foreign men who really like Asian women. We were driven to one place to another like Manhattan.. Chinatowns.. Queens, Brooklyn, Bay side, New London and Fooxwoods.

From casino country A to club country B. until it lasts for 3 years.

I was devastated.I no longer have a purpose in life. Until one day, I managed to escape by jumping from the glass window of the hotel bathroom.Without footwear I ran to and fro and looked for information from the authorities that I could ask for help.

I immediately reported the case to the local police, but they didn't want to help. I came to the KJRI consulate in New York but I was treated the same. I am considered here to benefit and deliberately become pela***.There are also those who think that I am just a homeless person who wants to beg.

I have no money and no place to live, no acquaintances. Sometimes, I live on the subway and in the surrounding gardens, or sometimes sleep in the hallways or alleys of a store.

Until finally there were good people who helped me and reported everything to the FBI and they contacted the police, finally my case was handled.

After taking care of all the documents, and being a witness to the crime of this mafia syndicate, I was finally returned to my homeland.

The head of the syndicate was arrested, and dozens of women were eventually released.

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Going home in the hope of starting with a new hope is just a delusion because in reality, boss Carlos collect all debts whose amount is now more than 10 times. Once back home, I couldn't escape anywhere because Carlos's boss network and connections were vast.

I just want to die.

Threats, acts of violence.abuse, insults and treason.All I have experienced up to this moment is to pay off all the countless debts.

My departure to Italy did not lead me to happiness, but to shame and disobedience.

The heartless sorrow..

The endless suffering.

I'm the one who's covered in sin. dirty and contemptible.

Flashback off

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Twilight

"Ibuuu.. ibuuu.pardon Dusk bu. pardon this unfilial and unfilial child, who has made the mother's life suffer..! "

My heart is crumpled.

Crushed to pieces hearing all the mother's utterances. What is his heart made of? to be able to endure this painful suffering.

Mother. mother..

"Ngga.. it is not you who are wrong. This is all the mother's fault.Papuq inaq died of heart disease due to sadness and shock over everything that the mother went through.. heuhhe.. " Mom held back a heart-wrenching sobbing.

I clutched my mother tightly into my arms.

"Senja promise ma'am.. Twilight promise will free mom from bajing** that! "

Mother simply nodded with her shoulders up and down holding back her cries. Finally broke his cry in my arms and mother cried bitterly.

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Temporizing

Chequek.

The sound of the front door of the house was heard, the sign that my husband had returned from the morning prayers in the nearest mosque.

I heard, mother called him and led him to the next room. I came out of the room, wanting to urinate after finishing reading the Qur'an some verses and reading the meaning.

Mother's room door was not closed tightly, until I finally decided to close it.

I'm riveted..

Heard all of my mother's words.

Can't say anything.

Just feel the pain and pain in the heart.

Mothers.....

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Notes for personal author.. Astaghfirullah sometimes likes to judge and view people from the cover and outside, but a lot of terrible events like this happen in the real world.. a lot of people do crime or work that we think is 'bad', but without us knowing what exactly happened and he experienced behind all of it. There are because of economic demands.some are forced.some are traumatized.

May the readers here always be happy.always healthy and always in His Protection..

Aamiin Allahuma...

Take her good and throw her bad ya readers... 💕💕