Perverted : Terror!
Hang in!

The twilight is back down. Leaving the twilight child hanging on the western horizon. The sound of tonggeret and crickets hiding behind lush vegetation. The loud voice had already reciprocated to each other enliven the afternoon atmosphere. Samar the sound of footprints alternating with each other was heard hunting each other. Breaking the momentary silence within the wild garden that grew unkempt.

"Let's hurry, hunt the pack back." Said Gita while memapah mbak rida which is quite difficult to walk.

"Huhhh.. huhhh.. is still far away?" Ask mbak rida. His sweat seemed to wash all over his body. His legs feel heavy because they hold the baby who is still comfortable in the stomach.

"So soon mbak. Just be patient." Answer the gita trying to calm down. Although he himself also did not really know the direction they are currently heading. Get out of this garden quickly and safely. That's all they expected.

The hope embraced their fate when in front of them lay a road. The dirt road that seems often passed by grass seekers or people who go looking for wood. A sign of the life of a village is in sight. Help they will get soon.

Aaaargghhh... Bruckkk..

"i'm not strong!!" mbak rida.

Suddenly mbak rida who had been walking earlier, fell down sitting by holding his stomach. His face grimaced in pain. Tears appeared in the corner of the net. The Gita who saw it looked surprised. A thick yellow liquid mixed with reddish color flows profusely from behind the negligent cakek mbak rida.

"Bak Rida why brother?" Ask the Goddess who had walked in front of them.

The woman's thin hand held the gita's arm tightly. Gita could no longer think. He cried while hugging a thin body dry mbak rida. Rida did not give up. He kept trying to push with all his might. She knew the baby couldn't wait any further. The little guy kept forcing his mother to get out to see the cruel world.

With tears that continue to flow mercilessly, the gita tries as much as possible to help labor. He himself does not have any skills about childbirth. His mouth did not stop praying to the almighty so that all was given smoothness.

Twenty minutes had passed so quickly. The dark began to cover nature. The silence of the atmosphere at night broke for a moment, when a sound of crying babies echoed in the middle of nowhere. The Gita doesn't believe anything that happens today. Finally the three of them could breathe a sigh of relief, mbak rida also continued to hug her little daughter who finally came out without any lack of anything. Will this be a beautiful ending?

"Thank you, ta. I don't know what my fate would be if I were still there. What would my fate be if there were no you. I'm so grateful." Mbak rida.

"You are in love whose name mbak. That's cool. Hehe." Chirps gita. The woman tried to comfort herself. Because he knew very well, his fate was now in uncertainty.

"Long, I want to give you the name he misses." Reply mbak rida while staring at the love of the tiny face that is now in her carrying.

"Alhamdulillah yes mbak. We can all survive here. Although our purpose is still uncertain." Gita nanar. His voice sounded quivering as he felt between confusion and confusion.

"yes, Alhamdulillah. Mbak grateful. Hixss... Hiksss... But how is this? I am no longer able to walk." Said mbak rida who drooped while continuing to hug her baby. Blood was seen still slightly flowing from behind a thin negligee that had looked soaked.

"Hopefully the goddess can quickly help ya mbak." Said Gita who told her sister to go follow the path of the land and seek help as soon as possible. That's all they could hope for.

Only accompanied by a full moon light that had not been perfectly rounded, did the two of them try to strengthen each other. The wound that had been braving from earlier now seemed to have started to recover little by little. There's not much to do right now. Rida also seems to have resigned with his life. It's all like an endless nightmare.

"Gita, hikss... Hixss... If you can't get out of here, you take care of my son. Take him safely to his father. I miss you for the Hadi." Said mbak rida with eyes closed. His face was pale amid the sparkle of moonlight.

"What the hell is that boy talking about? Don't wanna! Anyway mbak rida should nganterin miss themselves. Hadi sir, mbok yem would be happy if I met mbak. That kid has to be strong. I still need mbak. Miss still need the figure of a rich mother mbak rida. Ma'am Rida please stay mbak. Hikksss..." Gita whinek. Mbak rida's face looked increasingly paled. His lips began to turn blue.

Hihihih... Ckkk tskkkk... Hihihiwii

"Astaghfiraladzim!!" Gita said aghast.