Perverted : Terror!
Two Women

With a bit of hesitation, the Gita entered the door. He peeked for a moment, figuring out what was behind the door that disturbed his mind. A dark hallway lay before his eyes. The hallway is quite spacious but feels thick and stuffy. The light from the little yellow lights adorned the corners only. Shaking goosebumps crept rapidly all over his body. He turned around and ran away. Yet...

A groaning voice sounded miserable. With the heart beating fast, the gita tries to dare to check the source of the sound that is not known to have originated. The woman continued to listen with her ears which she continued to carefully plug in. The worry of being discovered by the owner of the house continues to overshadow his heart. His heart kept setting itself up to continue to be brave.

Until finally among the dozens of doors lined up, there is one door at the corner of the room that feels odd. The door is just wrapped around with a tangled white string. The sound is more clearly heard when the ears of the gita stick to the door leaf. Slowly, he opened the rope wrapped around it not tight enough. Dark stuffy with different smells. The more he wanted to enter, the more the smell of incense instantly burst forth the more piercing his sense of smell.

Slowly but surely, he peered for a moment inside the stuffy room. Faintly seen a woman who was lying without any life emanating from her. Looking in the other direction again, the gita eyes again captured the heartbreaking sight. It looks like a shabby woman in the middle of her leg chain. His hair was disheveled with conditions that were far from clean.

The woman looked breathless. His eyes were hunting with trembling teeth. The smell of water is getting sicker. The figure of the little girl seemed to be trying to stroke the woman's shoulder. In the middle of the darkness that enveloped the entire room. Gita saw the figure of a girl who was no stranger to him.

"Goddess?!"

"Gita's sister?"

Both pairs of eyes meet in a day. There was a sense of disbelief in his mind. But seeing his sister seen in the room made the gita more stunned. Moreover, the condition is also as sad as the woman who is looking in pain.

"Please. brother gita. Gita, how can you be here? Please help us brother. Goddess fear. Huhuhuhu." whined the little boy.

"Why are you here anyway?" Ask gita. He came in and immediately sat down among the things that were not so visible because they were covered in darkness.

"She.he was kidnapped! The begundal dito! She's a monster." said the woman with a gasp of breath.

"Retreat! We don't know which side he's on?!" The woman's whisper was full of vigilance.

"But mbak rida. He's my brother. He can't be evil." Answer the goddess innocently.

"All the possibilities can happen wi." Said the shabby woman still holding the body of the goddess.

"Rida ma'am? You're rida?" Call the gita after hearing her sister say the name.

"You're rida, right? Alhamdulillah. pak hadi same mbok yem.." Say another gita with a sumringah face.

"Mas hadi? Mammy? You know them?! How are they doing? Are they all healthy, right?" Cecar Rida who has really long missed the two figures that he loved. His eyes glistened when the two names were heard.

"Healthy mbak. Jeez mbak..." Answer the gita also shed tears because it was so against her. Haru and the pity that mingled into one.

"Thank God. Alhamdulillahot. Hiksss..." Rida was seen still sobbing hearing from her husband. Gita gently stroked the tops of the shoulders of women who only wear the negligee rombeng. It's impossible to imagine how his life was in this room.

Seeing the condition of such mbak rida, making the heart gita as if back knocked. He could feel how tormented the woman was. In a state of great pregnancy, she must be trapped in a stuffy room. There was a desire to be able to immediately bring the woman and her younger sister to be able to get out of this slaughterhouse. But how?