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Bug...

A punch from the handle of a broomstick hit the back of a teenage girl named Elma Authafunnisa, or often called El. She was only seventeen. He still has student status, one of Bandung SMKN majors secretary. El just finished his final school exam. It's just that the graduation letter has not been cantongi.

"Even mother, pardon, pardon mak, akhitt...hik...hik...sick mak..." his cry sounded bitter and heartbreaking. He begged for mercy while he was waiting. Kowtowing at the feet of an old woman who is none other than her real mother. Leha is his name, usually people in the village call him by the name of Mak Leha.

"Everything so women do not be lazy, be seduced by directly open the crotch*ngan!" Shouted Mak Leha with scorn. His chest was fluttering, restraining the increasingly explosive anger.

Fortunately, their home is far from the homes of other residents. If not, it is certain that Mak Leha's speech has just become a highlight, widely spread as a warm ruby material for mothers who dress up in a basic food stall as well as a vegetable maker.

"Now what do you regret? Crying blood though your virginity will not return. Trouble you Mak grow up, from small you mak love clothes, so what? to close your kemal*an. But now.." Mak Leha's words paused, wiping away the tears that bore the river with the long arms of his negligee.

In the next second, he returned the look he gave to El who was still holding his two legs. "So easily you swallow** in front of that bastard. If you know this, I peed you as a baby, let you die all, rather than live to give shame" continued Mak Leha still with scorn and scream.

Bug.. bugs...

The broomstick hit Elma's body again. Whether the part hit, the article punched Mak Leha blindly without pause venting indignation also disappointed.

"Sick mak.....sick....pain...pardon.......mak "

Elma's voice grew louder and slower. The physical pain that El felt, was not comparable to the heartache of Mak Leha who had her smashed into pieces without any rest.

Elma could no longer hold her body, the agony made her crumble, curled up, lying on the floor.

Makes anyone who sees it grimace in pain.

Mak Leha said, her common sense is completely lost to the anger that burns the body.

The hair that had been neatly carried, now fell apart, looked horrified.

"Mak already!" a handsome man came to hold. He took a broom from the hand of Mak Leha who had been lifted to want to again invade El's body. Since then he stood framed by the window door, participating in the scene of violence. He was equally disappointed, regretting what happened to his twin brother. Follow the stupidity of El. But seeing the torture that Mak Leha did, there was also a sense of pity on Elma who seemed to have been stunned to faint, due to the great blow given by Mak Leha.

Mak Leha is not a fierce person, let alone likes to play hands. This was the first time in his life that Mak Leha had abused his own daughter. During her life, in the eyes of children, as well as neighbors, Mak Leha is famous as a loving mother who is also kind.

"This is your reply to Mak who was desperately fighting for you? Mak iklas all this time we live hard, not berharta. At least we still have the pride to be proud of. People will still think of insulting. If now what can Mak be proud of, hik..hik.." Mak Leha's disappointment was too deep, he was sitting limply down on the floor, right next to El. Luckily Althaf Altharun who is none other than the twin brother Elma is still swiftly holding back and make his body as a backup Mak Leha, otherwise, it can be ascertained the body of the woman weighing 70 kg will fall flat on the floor.

Mak Leha's body felt soft, but stiffened like it wanted to be cramps. Maybe the oxygen supply began not smoothly, so that blood circulation becomes disrupted.

Although his body has weakened, but his legs back exposed Elma's body.

Bug.......

"Akkkkkkhhh.." cried Elma.

"Mak already! maybe El will die" Al tried to spread. He increasingly could not bear to see El's condition increasingly sad.

"Just let him die, life is just the trash of society what's the point?".

Mak Leha's mouth was still unwilling to shut up, blabbering, venting an endless sense of anger, disappointment.

"Mak willing to be babu in the place of people, as long as the children of Mak can go to school. It could be people, so as not to live forever difficult, hik...hik.." Mak Leha's crying increasingly broken, on the sidelines of his speech. Sounds getting heartbreaking. The cry of a mother who feels that she has failed, fails to make her child human.

Clearly depicted on the face that began to be dominated by wrinkles a sense of disappointment that was so deep. Elma who had always been proud of her myriad achievements, because of her cleverness, was now just a stupid woman. For the sake of love willingly give virginity to the bastard men. Though all this time Mak Leha knew, El was never close to men, let alone dating. Because both Mak Leha and Al, always advised him to finish school first and work, then get to know men. Apparently, neither Mak Leha nor Althaf had cheated.

As a result of El's actions, Mak Leha's lifetime must bear shame. Now Elma can only throw dirt on Mak Leha's face. Impure dirt that can not be cleaned even with seven soils at once.

Mak Leha's breath to sting. She just wanted to die following her late husband. She's ashamed.

Ten years ago, since the departure of her husband, Mak Leha struggled alone. Struggling to raise her two twins. Elma and Altaf. No matter how hard life is. Her children were only seven years old. Mak Leha would rather be an eternal widow than remarry. Not that no one asked for her, it was just that her love for her late husband was too difficult to replace. Mak Leha also does not want her two children to suffer, because for her not all stepfathers are sincerely affectionate towards children. Mak Leha did not want to be selfish, for her, her happiness was to see her children happy. But now, all of it has been destroyed Elma.

Where Mak Leha now faced the face, it felt like everyone was cursing her. He can't stand it, embarrassed.......

Buk......

Mak Leha collapsed on Althaf's lap.

"Mr..! mak.....!" call Althaf who's starting to panic.

El, who was still curled up on the floor, wanted to get closer to see and help Mak Leha. But his condition is severe, let alone help, move a little his body can not.

"Mr..! wakeup...!" Altaf shook Mak Leha's body slowly. Not getting a response, Al with the strength at hand, tried to lift Mak Leha's body to be laid to the room. But because Mak Leha's weight is above average, Al undoes his intentions. If continued, he could break his waist. Al decided to take a pillow, and let Mak Leha lie there, in the living room that had begun to weathered to age. Because the house they occupied, is the only legacy of her late husband, the father of Al also El.

Half an hour passed. Mak Leha began to blink her eyes, her consciousness beginning to return.

"Master....!" call Al gently beside Mak Leha. From that moment he had not moved, unceasingly applying eucalyptus oil on the nose as well as on the legs and hands of the woman he loved so much.

Mak Leha did not reply, her gaze was straight staring blankly at the roof of the house that had begun to perk up a little. It looks like the incoming sunlight does not change like a spotlight on the stage of the show. Only tears flowed in both corners of her eyes.

"Find the men who have ruined El's future, bring them here, marry them!" mak Leha said slowly uncontested. His view still refused to move.

"But...., we and they are different Mak" Al a little doubt, because he knows very well who is the person who has taken the sanctity of El. People who will not be able to be touched, even though the law comes into play.

"Mak doesn't care, if El isn't married to a man who has taken his chastity, forever he won't marry, because where there are men who want to be with the rest of the people, hikkk......hik.." Mak Leha's cry broke again. Actually deep down Mak Leha felt sorry for El, after all, El was still a biological child, a flesh and blood that was very dear to her. Where there are parents who have the heart to see his daughter abused and destroyed her future. But how else, the rice has become porridge.

Hearing Mak Leha's words just now, made regret in the heart of El who was still sitting at the end of Mak Leha's feet. El bowed, ashamed and regret merged into one. I don't know how many tears have been shed. If he could turn back time, he wanted to fix everything.

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