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Forced to Serve Om Yip

“Om, please don't do this.” I shuffled away and continued to plead with the czech man of about sixty years old who would prey on me savagely.

My breath choked, so heavy stuff gulped. We were in a room measuring six meters with a white bed mattress facility equipped with a home theater.

My movements stopped in the corner of the ash-coloured sofa, I cried in fear. But no one was there, just the two of us. This joker-like man continued to strip off his clothes.

This man did not budge or even have a hint of pity on me.

A great fear dominated my head. Om Yip continued to approach with his bare chest playing around my face. Not infrequently sucking his index finger, my chest was getting up and down looking at his disgusting expression.

Both his hands************ my shoulder, the hair of the reed bristles. He kissed my cheek and exhaled a rough breath.

My chest rumbled up and down not infrequently jerking and slightly resisting all his treatment. This ethnic Chinese man is like a hungry lion who is getting a pretty good prey.

“You know ‘kan how much I have spent for you,” whispered as he stuck his tongue out at my earlobe. I held my breath and bit my lower lip hard. My shoulders slightly rose resisting, but Om Yip gripped my shoulders even tighter.

If it wasn't for debt, I wouldn't be stuck with this old man. There was already too much money he had spent on the mother's treatment. That day the rain fell on the city of Medan.

I who was looking for work to and fro for a moment took shelter at the bus stop near the tower PDAM Tirtanadi which is an icon of pride in this city.

Dressed neatly with a SMK diploma, I applied everywhere, hoping that there was a company that could accept me according to the skills and majors I chose. Dreamed of getting a job as a secretary, considering that it was the major I chose when I was in school.

As hard as I searched, not a single company I came to accepted me. Appealing with a proportional body is not enough to help me penetrate the job I want.

Most companies request a diploma as a candidate. It is a pesky self that cannot continue to college level because of economic limitations. Luck is not on my side today. Adit left me after dating for six months, in a time of heartfelt affection. Huh!

Nature also seems to laugh at this self with all its misfortune. The lightning snatching adds dramatically to my current chaotic situation. Umbrella, don't ask I definitely didn't bring it. The bag in my hand was used to get through the rain to the bus stop.

After getting the bus, the rain did not stop. I rushed to the house. The black sedan flashed in the puddle and my body became his dumping ground.

I jumped in shock and was a little annoyed, but I could only shut up and sweep it away with my hands. A young man of stature got out of the car and apologized to me. I kept busy and wiped away the water that was also hit on my face.

“Mbak, sorry. It's okay.”

“Nothing, Mas.” Inside the car sat a middle-aged man who was looking at us intensely.

“Sorry Ma'am, I didn't see that hole.”

“OK, it's okay, Mas.”

The middle-aged man opened the car glass in half and said, “Udah done?”

“Wait here, yes. A minute.” The man got into the car and gave me his phone number.

“Mbak, if you need a compensation can contact me, yes.”

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The sedan left, the middle-aged man continued to look at me without blinking. I went home with a murmur and continued to sweep my clothes. Not long after I walked the four-wheeled vehicle back and blocked my way.

The young man I still don't know his name came down with a plastic bag and handed it to me.

“Mbak, this is a form of compensation from my Boss,” he said while looking at the om-om behind him.

“Eh, no need Mas. My house is close too. I excuse.”

He blocked my path and stood right in front of me. His face looked glum and down. He was afraid of being scolded by his boss. I finally took the bag and left.

“Shortly, Miss. May I take you home.” I looked at the origin of the voice. His voice was heavy and I saw the middle-aged man getting out of the car.

“Sorry, Sir. The road to my house was too narrow for a car to travel through. Thank you for your generosity,” I said and left.

When I got home, I knocked on the door. I did not hear an answer from my mother. I slowly opened the door and found my mother lying in front of the door.

I screamed for help. As loud as I screamed, it was not uncommon to come out calling anyone who could provide help.

The middle-aged man seemed to be approaching us. I don't know why he could be around my house. I looked at him confused at the door. But he, first went inside. “What are you waiting for! Let's take your mother to the hospital!” his orders are now carrying the weak body of the mother.

I have no other choice right now. Only he can save my mother. I sat on the back bench putting my mother's head on my thigh while continuing to say a prayer, tears constantly flooding my way to the hospital.

The doctor said that the mother had a mild heart attack, as well as hypertension. “What are you his guardian?” ask the doctor about the man.

“Not. Why, Doc?”

“There is something I need to talk about the patient's condition. It's a serious problem.” I vaguely heard their conversation and directly opened the closing curtain.

“I am his son, Doc,” cut me quickly and worryingly.

“Good. Come to my room.”

“But, Doc. Who will take care of my mother here. Can't we just talk here?”

The doctor was seen glancing towards the middle-aged man whom I did not know his name yet. I understood his point immediately saying, “I don't know him, Doc. He only helped me earlier.”

The doctor nodded and walked a few meters away from the position of the mother lying down. “What's your mother been in hospital before or on the road?”

“Never, Doc. What's the matter, Doc? As far as I know, Mom only has a history of hypertension, Doc.”

“Your mother has complications. There is swelling of the heart, diabetes, also the kidneys that already have symptoms due to diabetes.”

“What?”

The doctor rubbed my shoulder trying to brace myself. “Finely, he was hospitalized for some time here.”

“But, I don't have enough money, Doc. For today only, I am confused about what to pay for,” said I bowed in. The doctor breathed a long sigh and left me.

I walked uninspiredly towards my mother. I stared at the hands of the mother who had been fitted with an infusion tube, how could she hide her illness all this time, I watered in my heart.

The man I saw with me was out of nowhere. Maybe he's home. Mother has not been aware, either the effects of drugs or others I also do not really understand why until now mother has not also opened her eyes.

I got up, walked closer to the cashier. Want to know how much it costs for one night, so be able to prepare money that will somehow be searched for where.

“Mbak, how much does it cost for the patient in that bed,” I just pointed to the mother's bed.

“Name, Mbak?”

“Mariana. I haven't had the chance to register yet, Mbak.”

“Hem. What was checked?”

“Lacking to know, anyway, Ma'am. Earlier the doctor had talked to me there,” obviously I pointed to where we were talking earlier.

“Oh, dr. Ridwan. Wait a minute, I check first. Do you have a KTP?”

I gave her my identification. He was also seen busy on the monitor screen in front of him occasionally glancing at the identifier. When he finished, he mentioned the total.

“Six million five hundred thousand rupiah, Mbak.”

“Hah? Six million five hundred thousand, Ma'am?”

“Ya,” the answer is firm. I raised my eyes and thought hard where to find that kind of money. For me, the money is quite large.

“Mbak, want to pay now?” his tanyanya disperse my daydream.

“Em, pause again, yes Ma'am. I'm still waiting for people.” I decided to leave that place. Then sit down near my mother.

One hand held the package right in front of me. I looked up at him. “You?”

“Eat first,” he said by standing upright tucking his hands in his pants pocket.

“Thank you.”

He also left again. A few seconds later he returned with a receipt of hospital payments along with his business card.

“This is my business card, if need something you can contact me. Don't hesitate,” he said which also swept my shoulders. I saw his business card, Timothy Yip, the owner of Satya Buddhist Monastery. He was like a guardian angel to me at that time.