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Gandhi's Rage

Rara is beaten by Gandi using her leather belt. Gandi was inflamed, because the ban was not lifted, so that Rara did not work anymore in the clinic where Mantri Wahyu practice.

Gandi knows, Wahyu is not only Rara's friend in Elementary School, but she's Rara's ex-boyfriend when she was in High School.

“Udah Nak .. udah,” exclaimed Bu Sugeti who tried to stop the rampage of his ex.

“This is your son who said innocent, kind and home-grown child. Yes, he is indeed a homegrown child whose hobby is the mistress of a striped man!” yelled gandi by gripping the back of Rara's hair, so Rara's head to pull up to look up.

“Already, Son. Ud ..,”

“Mother, Grandma ..!” bu Sugeti's words were cut off when Azkya and Azka entered the house. They played with Lena, his aunt.

Sugeti's mother moved towards her two grandchildren. The 47-year-old woman immediately took her twin granddaughter to the room to prepare for a bath. Despite the alarm, Gandi's fear of anger towards Rara is heard by his two grandchildren.

“Grandmother, which Mother?” tanya Azkya is now 4 years old.

“Mother, no.” Bu Sugeti answered as necessary.

“To where? I don't see,” Azkya continued back.

“There, being sorted in the room.”

“Eh, Azky!” exclaims Bu Sugeti was about to stop her grandson who ran towards Rara's room.

“Mother!” Azkya opened the door of the closed room.

“Azky, let's take a shower first,” said Bu Sugeti who was behind Azkya, but then he stayed behind to look at the scenery in the room.

Bu Sugeti saw her daughter sleeping with her body covered in a blanket, then Gandi was beside her as if taking care of a sick Rara.

“Dad, Mother why?” tanya Azkya who is now beside Gandi.

“It's okay, Son. Mother is just exhausted. Need a break,” replied Gandi who did not show his spooky character at all. Doesn't look like someone who just got mad.

“Bunda ...,” says Azkya approaching Rara.

“Azky, shower first there same grandma. Do not bother Mother, yes.”

Azkya according to what her father said. He believed it, because he saw the face of his mother who looked dull like a sick person and his father was very attentive. Azkya believed that her mother was ill. After that, Azkya immediately went outside the room, approached the Grandma who was waiting for him near the door of the room, to take a bath.

Sreet ...!

Instantly Gandi opens a blanket that covers Rara's entire body. “Close the door and lock!” gandi's orders with the naked eye.

Rara got up and then got out of her bed. Go to the door and close it, don't forget to lock. But when I turn around....

“Agh ... emm, I, can't.. breath, Mas,” exclaimed Rara with a sting and dashed.

Gandi who was already behind Rara immediately hugged her tightly from behind. With her head creaking in the recesses of Rara's neck then guerrilla all over her neck and sip as she pleased. Perhaps more precisely it was not a hug, but a very strong safest.

Gandi's heavy hands were coiled on Rara's body, until both hands were squeezed to make his chest tight to breathe. Rara tried to escape, at least loosening Gandi's embrace. She felt annoyed with the treatment of her husband who was like a wild animal, no matter how many red marks had been stuck on Rara's neck, due to Gandi's savagery.

Instantly Gandi turned Rara's body and pushed her to the point of choking on the door. Now the faces of Rara and Gandi faced with a very close distance. Gandi's hand gripped Rara's chin until it was slightly raised, then right on his wife's face, gandi said.

“What did you say? Stuffed up? And with your ex? Every night I come home by car, even to the open door. How far have you played with him, huh?! There's no way she's that good, if you don't give your body in return!” said Gandi with a tone full of snapping and shouting.

Rara could only close her eyes, holding a not so loud cry, but with a very deep emphasis.

“Dan ... I am your husband, entitled to your whole body, emm..!” said Gandi, continued to eat the lips in front of him. His hand gripped whatever part of Rara's body that could make him satisfied. Rara's whole body really felt sore and sick.

Really Gandi can not be muted anger, spoken well can not. Anger was flung with a terrible hissing sound, as his anger was being held back, whispering slightly, in order not to be heard by their children.

Driven Rara to the bed, Rara's embrace was stamped by the wooden bed, it was very painful. Because the mattress is not a thick and soft foam mattress, which is able to cover the wood of the bed.

Gandi violently stripped all of Rara's clothes which were not clearly shaped by the violence earlier. Rara tries to protect herself from her husband.

“Mas .. please, sick... hikz, hikz. I can serve you, but not like this.” Rara ceded to her husband.

“How does it feel when that Mantri is enjoying your body, huh?! Delicious right? Emm...,” Gandi with savage melu mat Rara's lips that have been blisters actually.

Rara resigned with her husband's behavior, crying, begging was free. The sound of an unclean voice that came out of Gandi's mouth, making Rara more and more bitter and disgusting in the power of Gandi. Anger, lust, everything spilled on the small and helpless body that is now in the support of Gandi.

What Rara feels may be more than just coercion, it may be like this. It's Rara's shadow. Every part of Rara's body was touched without mercy. Things that are not worth doing, this time Gandi did as freely as possible. Maybe like the blue bule movies, which are vicious and borderless in intimate relationships.

“Ah .. turned out with a little bit of violence, the sensation is really satisfying. Thank you dear,” said Gandi who whispered beside Rara's ear.

Gandi went to the bathroom by leaving Rara's innocent body just like that. His lips smiled with satisfaction, his whole life only this time getting satisfaction with torturous when venting his lust.

Pain and pain a little, that is precisely the sensation, without heeding the rules of proper relationship. Sometimes being an animal, it's okay. That's Gandhi's thought.

“Mother ... hiks.. hiks ...,” rara's groaning weakly curled up on a bed that was obviously once wet everywhere.

The bedspread was blue, making it clear the stain was splattered there. Not only wet from the Gandi liquid, but also from the sweat they are both different stories.

Rara was clearly sweating from enduring the pain and resistance in the face of gandi violence and her husband's enormous energy.

While Gandi, the flood of sweat satisfaction. Several times the gandi releases and is repeated again without pause. The more Rara groaned in pain, the spirit of the sensation rose and was able to lure Gandi to perform with extreme style without rules, the important thing is that his fantasy this time can be channeled.

**#

“Rara! Son ... astaghfirullah ... Nduk! You why? Allahu Akbar,” screams Bu Sugeti filled the room contents Rara.

Which mother can be used to seeing her child like an animal, plain-bodied without any protection.

The matted sheets are not clear in shape, to reveal. The clothes that were blurting out were not careless, when the lights were turned on, Rara's body was trembling like cold. The plain body curled up without a thread of a single strand, embarrassing the beholder. Especially Rara who experienced, what felt? I don't know ...

It was 21:00 WIB at night. Gandi is out of nowhere. After taking a shower, he left without seeing his wife. Let alone intending to cover the innocent body of his helpless wife.

Bu Sugeti raised his daughter who was completely limp in order to sit down. Closed cloth on his daughter's body, then hugged her while tidying up the hair that covered Rara's face.

“Lena ...! Len ...! Bring warm drinking water for your mom!” exclaim Bu Sugeti.

Lena, who was in the kitchen, heard her mother's screams. He went straight to Rara's room, taking her mother's order.

“Astagfirullah ... Rara Maam. Why is this Mom...?” Lena is hysterical. Seeing Rara so limp. He turned on his cell phone light, because the room was not so clear with only a five Watt yellow light.

Lena observed around the room and of course the mattress was very eye-catching, because it was so messy.

“Bu ...! What is this Athaghfirullah blood? Mba Rara, mbak ..” exclaimed Lena who saw blood spots that were not just a little.

Slowly Bu Sugeti and Lena open the cloth covering Rara's body, her intention to see Rara's true state. They were really surprised, again like pierced heartburn to see what happened to Rara.

“Wrong you Gandi!” shout Lena.

“Hust ... already, already ...,” reprimand Bu Sugeti. The pain was more painful than Lena. However, he did not want to lure the neighbors to come with a hysterical Lena who cursed her sister-in-law.

Lena and Bu Sugeti take care of Rara, after Rara's body looks better, she is moved in her mother's room. Bu Sugeti thought that the room should not be occupied by Rara first. Fear leaves a raunch.

**#

Four days later Rara looks better.

“Where are you going nduk?” asked Bu Sugeti who saw Rara was dressed neatly, with a shawl bag as usual.

“But son, mom is afraid there is nothing. You are ...” Bu Sugeti is worried.

“Quiet Mom, I'm fine. There's not gonna be anything. I say yes Ma'am,” said Rara then out of the house.

**#

Meanwhile, at Pak Haji Dadan's shop, Rara as usual did the work as in previous days. However, when the store was quiet, at about one o'clock in the afternoon, Rara called Haji Dadan to go back.

The store is one building the same house and currently Rara to the area of Pak Haji Dadan's house. Apparently he was asked to apply wind oil to Mr. Dadan's back. Rara actually refused, already many times even.

“Wait for Mom, Sir. I am afraid of slander, there is no one else here,” said Rara guarding herself.

“It's okay, there's cctv. I asked for it.” Pak Haji Dadan still forced.

Finally Rara followed what Mr. Haji said, he felt sorry too, fearing that Mr. Haji was really not feeling well and needed to be applied wind oil.

Brak!

“Hei ... what are you doing?” it turns out that both wives of Haji Dadan came.

The two wives who had just returned home shopping, kicked the door down until Rara was shocked and dropped the bottle of wind oil she was holding.

Rara turned her head, so did Pak Haji who then rushed to wear his clothes.

“How come your behavior is behind me! How long has it been, huh?” cecar one of the wives.

“It's a misunderstanding Mom, really, we didn't do anything,” bela Rara who's been shaking .

However, Rara's defense does not mean anything, worse yet Pak Haji did not say anything, let alone try to explain the real incident.

Rara continued to plead not to be punished, because the two wives of Pak Haji agreed for Rara to be paraded around the village.

“Mom can see CCTV, we do nothing,” pinta Rara.

“Ok, I'm sure you must be guilty!” Haji Dadan's wife opened her cell phone connected to CCTV.

While the other wife had held Rara's hand held behind her body like a prisoner.

“You can clearly see what my husband showed me. If it does not tease him, there is no way my husband will like that,” exclaimed the wife.

Rara was aghast, what expression? The feeling he did nothing more than just apply wind oil.

“I-it, I don't know Mom. I swear, by Allah just apply massage oil on Pak Haji,” bela Rara back.

“Yes, that's what you think. But your hands are naughty, your fingers are itchy. If just smear, it is impossible for my husband to all his way,” shouted the wife back.

“ Anyway I don't want to know” the wife who held Rara's hand, pulled Rara by force.

Rara, who had nothing to prepare, almost fell down due to the strong pull. Without footwear, Rara goes where her employer goes. The distance of Pak Haji's house and Rara's house is quite close, maybe if counted house, is about 20 buildings.

Because of burning lust, the two wives of Haji Dadan who are usually anti-road, now walk quickly, towards Rara's house. Villagers who saw the incident approached and asked the two wives of Haji Dadan.

While walking, they bumped into what happened, of course, with slanderous spices and exaggerated stories to ensure that Rara was indeed guilty and worthy of being expelled from the village.

The longer the supporters the more, it's like a demo. The hustle and bustle, even the screams of Rara pleading with her two wives, Pak Haji, were not heard at all.

In that accompaniment there is no Pak Haji Dadan, really irresponsible parents. It was her fault that took advantage of the situation, but instead Rara was affected by the perverted brain of the cowardly old man.

Haji Dadan deliberately set Rara up. Because several times he often asked Rara to be his third wife, rejected continued. That's consequently....

**#

Brugh!

Rara was encouraged by Pak Haji's wife, when she reached the terrace of her house.

Bu Sugeti who was inside the house, was surprised by the crowd in front of his house. Then immediately ran to the front of the house with his two grandchildren who tailed.

“Ya Allah ... What is this? Nduk ... What happened?!” Bu Sugeti is hysterical and grabs Rara to stand up.

Rara nodded and hugged her mother. He was sobbing, his body was actually still sick from Gandi's persecution and now it was getting sicker, plus the mental humiliation in front of the citizens. It made Rara feel like she wanted to end her life.

“Expire him from this village, expel...!” exclaim residents who did not give a chance to Bu Sugeti to ask for an explanation.

Even RT there was just silent, trying to calm the residents, but overwhelmed. He has been helped by two hansip.

“Sorry Mrs Denis, what is this. What did my son do like this?” asked Bu Sugeti while cupping both hands in front of Hajj Dadan's wife.

“Just ask her, why is my husband being teased. Like no other man can satisfy his lust. He didn't see what? My husband is old enough to serve a gatel woman like her. Do not just for money, until willing to sell yourself to the husband of people, really despicable, cuih ..!” the wife named Denis.

“Maybe this is a misunderstanding Mom, my son is not like that. I'm sure,” said Bu Sugeti pleading to consider allegations that may indeed be just slander.

“There is proof, Mom! Anyway I don't want to know, twenty-four hours, you guys should not be in this village,” said Bu Denis back then turned around and left.

While the other wife, threw a bag belonging to Rara who was left behind and brought by the errand boy to it. The residents want to throw Rara with pebbles in front of them, fortunately Mr. RT and the two hansip can calm down.

Finally, the citizens of Bubar, live Mr. RT and two hansip who will speak well to Ms. Sugeti.

After talking long enough, Mr. RT decided that Rara would not be in this village for a while. No need for a family. Mr. RT is sure, this is all because it is still hot the problem. Later he will be responsible to the citizens, will explain that the problem must be clear, not play eviction.

“Woi ... pe la cur ..!”

Bruk!

Someone who had been screaming from far away, and hit the door hard when it reached the house, immediately grabbed Rara's hair and said on Rara's face with a deafening shout.

“No ceasing are you ashamed?! From today on, you are no longer my wife. I'm divorcing you right now!” gandi shouted right in front of Rara's face. The hand that grabbed Rara's hair was violently slashed.  Then Gandhi went again out of nowhere.

Rara was shocked, shocked and had no idea what else could be described for her current situation.

After a little more discussion with Mr. RT, about Rara's decision to temporarily leave this village, then Mr. RT and the two hansip were alone.

Lena came home from work soon. Again he was surprised to find his brother's condition was sobbing, his head was buried in his mother's lap. While the two twin nieces just saw each other embrace, did not understand anything.

#**

By nightfall, the situation inside Sugeti's house had calmed down enough. Even Lena already knew the true story of her mother.

“Iya, Lena agrees that Mbak Rara is going to the city. Lena knows, Retno's mother is a good person, surely Retno will help mbak Rara in this situation,” said Lena.

“Mother also hopes to Retno, she's the only one who can help Rara. Where else do we move. Ever since your father died, relatives have been far away, and they don't care about us. But we don't have to tell Retno what. It doesn't taste good,” said Bu Sugeti.

During the conversation, Rara's phone rang several times. However, when Lena was about to pick it up, the ringing of the phone stopped. Before long, a message came in on Rara's phone and Lena read it.

“From who, Nduk?” asked Bu Sugeti who saw Lena dumbfounded while after reading a message from Rara's phone.

“This is Ma'am, his wife Mr. Mantri,” is short Lena while handing over.

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