Secret of My Dear Wife (Really Kuyang)
The Origins of Kamaya

The Origins of Kamaya

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"Bun, I already know everything" said I who was still lying on my back to the kamaya.

"You know what, yeah?" surprised.

I turned my body and stared fixedly at the face of Kamaya. I grabbed his hand then I held it tightly and I stick it in front of my chest, tight! there is a sense of tightness in there, but there are many questions also that are veiled, always gnawing at the bottom of this heart.

"Mother, please be honest with me! who is mother really?" ask me with a stare.

"I mean dad? oh yes, this mother is the wife of the father's wife's wife." Answer kamaya pretend.

I grunted softly a few times, feeling powerless to say any more words, but this time the actions of Kamaya had to be stopped immediately, because there are too many victims that have been killed by Kamaya, it is cruel.

"Bun, I already know everything, if you're me!" I looked at kamaya.

Kamaya straightened my hand, her tears slowly decayed as she stared at me sharply and pushy. The look of her eyes now changed, maybe I did not think that I already knew her.

"What does a.dad mean? mother increasingly do not understand." said kamaya as if not understand.

My breath felt tight many times, with tears that began to fall. I began to get up and sit on the edge of the bed, I squeezed the bed sheet very strongly. so that I can strengthen my heart, to say in such a way to Kamaya.

"Bun, be honest with you! whatever happens, I will not leave mother ko. I have seen everything Bun, I also already know. why bun? wh why? answer bun! what is the reason so that the mother can be like this bun. dear father is the same mother, no matter what happens father will always be next to the mother." racau I occasionally wipe my tears.

Kamaya aghast her eyes now began to look teary, her face flat Kamaya eyes now turned into sayu. kamaya then cried so much, without being able to say anything more.

Then I hugged Kamaya's body tightly and tried to calm her down.

"Shhhuttt! mother calm yes bun, tell everything slowly.no one is hiding from father anymore.anything! That?" I said softly while clutching the kamaya.

Kamaya began to wipe away her tears and she started to tell stories.

#Flashback kamaya past#

In 1940 our country was occupied by the Dutch, we who do not have any equipment.often oppressed and can not do anything, he said, the results of the spices that are in our earth were forcibly taken away.Even to eat we must worship, to their nation.

My real name is maria, born in 1923. I was 17 years old at that time, but at my very young age, I was already a nurse in one of the hospitals in my area.

But our fate is very unlucky, our country is increasingly colonized in such a way. many heroes who fall and die in the battlefield.the lack of equipment and tools, combat, it made us fall into the fog and almost give up.

"Prophe boy, Istighfar!" my mother said with trembling lips.

"My determination is already unanimous ma'am, I'll go with some of my friends who have agreed like me. This is all for the sake of our country ma'am, I have to do this." I said to my mother.

My mother only cried unwillingly, seeing her only child who was determined to go to one of the black magic places.I immediately entered my room, too, to rest myself before my journey tomorrow to the black hill.

Not too long ago, our house was broken down by Dutch soldiers.they forced my parents to pay taxes.I who was asleep was shocked and aghast, he said, the sound of gunshots and the screams of mother and father were like squealing, slowly the sound began to disappear.

I who woke up from sleep went straight to the outside of the room, I saw my mother and father had been struggling to take lives.A result of a shotgun fired into their heads, he said, I who was surprised to see it immediately shouted and went straight into the room.

The Dutch soldiers immediately chased me, they broke down my bedroom door to the ground.Then they raped me in turn and ignored my cries and lamentations.

"Inheemse vrouwen zijn inderdaad erg mooi en lekker. "which means (indigenous women are very beautiful and tasty)." said one of the Dutch men who are not good at Indonesian language, which is very good at the language of the country, as the bule man turned his gaze on my body that was limp helplessly drooping on the bed.

"What if we just kill this woman, then we give her body to the japra (crocodile) for dinner later." said one of them.

"Don't! just let her live, then contain our seeds without a husband.so that later she will be ostracized by her countrymen." said one of their friends.

"That's it, Good...!!" sahut both.

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After they all left I could only squeeze my hair, I was so disgusting my honor at that time because it had been forcibly snatched, by the dutch minions. even the lives of my father and mother have also been made into toys by them.

I rushed to pack my clothes, then went alone to one of the haunted hills in my area, despite so many obstacles as I headed there, but I was undaunted and never discouraged, because this vengeance I had to avenge immediately.

Three days and three nights I had no food to eat, I only drank water if I found a river or a well. Now I am on a hill I am looking for, but I have not been able to find where the shaman's house is. Suddenly my head felt heavy and my eyes twitched, then the scenery around me turned dark. until I was unconscious, I don't know how long I fainted, I don't know.

"Wake up already." Said the middle-aged man as he approached me.

"Su..who's grandpa?" ask me nervous.

"I'm the one you're looking for" she replied, giving me a drink.

"Si.. What's your name cake?" ask me again.

"My name is Datuk Marajo! I already know your wishes, but you will have to wait another month, because you will also have to learn a lot of knowledge, before you learn and accept my knowledge from me." His words explained.

My eyes were just wide-eyed, "how much might he know and my arrival to this black hill." I murmured inwardly.

"I know! whatever is on your mind, not your honor has been taken away. And now in your womb is processing fetuses, from the results of their actions.which you will soon crush." Say it out loud.

"What?" I couldn't say anything more my tongue was muddled at that moment, how could he know everything." My mind was again shocked.

One month has now passed, I have learned a lot of knowledge given by Datuk Marajo. ranging from compassion, to reversing the eyesight of others and the science of compassion .

Tonight I will study my science which is very heavy I have to do under a very heavy waterfall.of course make my body shiver and cold, cold, without eating and drinking even a little it felt like my body was very weak, until at the end point I collapsed again.

My body is getting thinner every day, because of eating and drinking that is not regular.My stomach also began to feel very nauseous once, maybe the seeds of the Dutch soldier had started to grow. because my head often feels dizzy, and wants to eat sour.

"Here drink the potion." Datuk Marajo said he offered a glass of bamboo.

Without thinking for a long time I immediately drank it, then suddenly my stomach ached and also cramps in some parts. slowly came out the blood that felt warm seeping from ******* I, the pain was very painful and I could not help the moans that came out of my mouth, as well as the tears that were forced to come out simultaneously.

With a slightly blurry view, I see the mayor holding a small amount of blood coming out of the ********** me. Then he took a small lump that resembles a marble, and then he took it, but it's blood red.

Then placed it on the offerings and read the mantra by the grandfather of the marajo, suddenly the wind blows strongly into the room.then appeared the figure of the head without a body that approached the session, then came up, that figure was very sinister his eyes red his face blackish.

"Come in." Datuk Marajo.

At that time I was limp, like someone entered through my sweet potato, my neck also felt stiff and there was pain like pain and burning heat on my neck.

"Now that everything is done, tomorrow morning you can go home and avenge all your grudges.remember maria! you have to find a baby still in the womb, to feed NYI Lasmini." said Datuk Marajo in my ear.

"Alright Grandpa." answered me flatly.

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When I returned to my village, I also killed many Dutch noni-noni, especially those who were pregnant.The situation went on for 5 years more, until Indonesia became independent as it is now.

But unfortunately my knowledge that can not be broken before I have offspring, but I know it will be very difficult to get offspring. if I do not get a man who really sincerely loves me.

I have even been married about 7 times, on average my husband died and also divorced, but I can not have any offspring at all, he said, until I met and married you Raditya Wiryawan a man who really sincerely loves me.

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