Tarnished Before Accident
Chapter 02. God's Plan

In the void space I call my heart, I scream. So tired of the body and soul after this body revolted even though it finally gave up. If so, will a woman still be blamed?

The burly body squirms, making me free for a moment. I stopped breathing, afraid that my breathing would wake my eyes up beside me. I slightly pushed the body away, carefully moving the arm that had locked me up all night.

The light of the sun began to crawl up into the quarrel, beginning to do its job of shining the earth. His glowing light slipped behind the perfectly closed curtains, then barged in on the face of the naked figure beside me.

Ever since last night, I've had trouble seeing that guy's face. And this time, I could see clearly who the figure that had the heart to stain me was. White-skinned, sharp-nosed man with a straight jaw framing the face. I should have been stunned by that near-perfect face. However, no! I hate him so much. I looked closely, remembering every inch of that face and I hoped I would never see him again.

I got out of bed, picked up one by one my clothes. Wishing the man who is sleeping in bed is unaware of my existence. Fear is pinning me down. If indeed the man woke up and began to force his will again on me.

The pain in my core is inevitable. Perih and sick. I sizzled lightly while wearing underwear that was actually not worth using. The man had ripped him off without mercy. My heart again grimaced to see my work uniform was no longer helped. They've been shapelessly torn and there's no way I can wear them.

I sat weak, confused as to what to do. It is impossible to get out of this room without wearing clothes. Until my eyes were fixed on the plain white T-shirt lying on the floor. Immediately I crawled over there, picking up a T-shirt I believed belonged to the man.

Honestly, I'm disgusted by anything that has to do with that guy. A man I don't even know what his name is. However, the situation required me to shake off that disgust and immediately put on the shirt as quickly as possible.

I limped, approaching the door lever that felt too far away. The sweat flooded my forehead, I didn't mind. I continued to step even though I was stumbling, trying to get out of the room full of sins.

...***...

Not my destination this time. After being freed from the man's grip I headed for Rindi's contract. Anyway I ended up like this because I replaced Rindi's job. It was only then that I realized that as a hotel maid was vulnerable to harassment from guests.

I stopped my bike right on the iron fence about the size of an adult's chest, then contacted Rindi who today still gets a ration of sif two. Although Rindi works at the restaurant, but the system works two sifs, just like the hotel attendant. And coincidentally Rindi was always one sif with me.

Not waiting for a long time, Rindi opened the door with a messy look. I think I'm interrupting his break. However, I don't care.

Slightly frowning, Rindi walked over and began to open the fence of her rented house wide. I who was used to come and stay at his house immediately put my motorcycle inside before Rindi finally closed the fence again.

"Alea, you're not coming home? Isn't today your sister's wedding?" Rindi finally made a sound. The frown on his forehead answered already that he was curious about my sudden arrival.

I opened the helmet on my head, revealing my disheveled hair with pitiful eyes and face. Rindi was surprised to see my appearance. He shook my body with both hands.

"Alea, what happened to you?"

I can't answer anything. My soul was crushed with the crumbling of a body that had been trying hard to maintain purity since last night. I hugged Rindi tightly and was given the same hug. I cried deeply, drowning my face in the shoulder of Rindi whose body was smaller than mine. I sobbed, unable to withstand this burden myself.

"Come, go inside! It's not good to see the neighbors."

I'm nodding. Rindi led me into a small contract consisting of three rooms: a living room, a bedroom with an indoor bathroom, and a kitchen. She told me to sit on the single sofa, while she walked into the kitchen.

Not long after, Rindi came with a glass of drink and sat next to me.

"Drink!"

I accepted. After yelling all night cursing and begging the stranger, my throat felt dry. I could not drink a drop of water until Rindi offered me. He was still silent, patiently waiting for me to calm down a bit. I exhaled violently, trying to emotionally neutralize the painful chest and choked after putting the glass back on the table.

"I .. was raped."

From the movement of the hand I know that Rindi is covering her open mouth. She was shocked to hear what I had been through. He hugged me, tightly. So tight while crying.

"Order that food? Tell me, is it because of the food order?" He shook my body.

I nodded weakly. Can't blame anybody. It could have been Rindilah who was the victim of that sacrilegious act had she not asked me to replace her. However, it seems that God is still merciful to him by bringing in stomach pain at the right time. While me? Is this the destiny I have to live with?

Confirmation gradually came out of Rindi's lips. I could only cry to respond to him. Regretfully free, my honor will not return.

I'm shaking. I fear. The trauma is still approaching me. I need some calm. I said, "May I be here until noon? I have to attend my brother's wedding."

Rindi was silent. I knew he was disappointed at my decision to do nothing, but then he nodded in agreement.

"Bandah! Clean your body, then rest!"

...***...

After saying goodbye to Rindi, I decided to go home immediately. I'm sure Mama will definitely scold me for coming home late. Although sometimes Mama always looking for my misfortune in order to be able to pour her anger on me. I'm used to that.

Many people saw me entering the gate. Don't imagine my house is a small contract or a simple dwelling considering I work only as a janitor. My house is a luxury residence in an elite housing complex. It was the house of the late Papa.

We lived happily, loving and loving each other. However, ever since Papa, my attitude hasn't changed. I don't know what happened that made my life comparable to one hundred and eighty degrees to my brother, Renata. Kak Rena works in Papa's company as a manager, while Mama serves as the chief director. However, I was not allowed to enter the family company considering my abilities which were considered mediocre.

"Alea!"

I turned my head as soon as I put the bike into the garage. There Mama looked at me with wrath. It's mundane.

"Your brother is a bride, you're in a daze."

"Sorry," I replied without daring to argue. Yeah, it was my fault.

"Hurry prepared! Soon your brother ijab kabul. All the families are present, you're the only one left that's still a mess."

I nodded obediently. Go immediately to prepare yourself. Although actually my role is not very important, but maybe Mama wants us all to gather to witness the happy day of her eldest son.

Family uniform in the form of peach color kebaya with batik subordinates I have worn. Thin makeup as a support for the appearance of not forgetting I applied it to my pale face. Tiredness and lack of sleep from crying make my face like a sick person. Luckily there is a lipstick that can disguise everything.

I descended from the room to the living room where many people were sitting cross-legged. Today the ijab kabul event at home and continued the wedding party in the family building of Kak Rena's husband.

I sat there, circling the edge with Kak Rena and her future husband who would do the sacred promise. Although from the back, I see they seem like a compatible couple. Sis Rena is very beautiful with her danger, while her future husband is tall and sturdy.

Until after the sacred promise was made, everyone shouted one word out loud.

"Well." Right."

"Alhamdulillah." Penghulu gave thanks and followed the others. Everyone's face was smiling and full of happiness. Kulirik Mama who shed tears full of gratitude. I'm glad to see it.

Will he be happy when I get married?

But, can I get married considering I'm no longer holy?

My eyes closed weakly, realizing the happiness all women dreamed of seemed impossible to me. My head was lowered, as if I no longer deserved to be in this sacred event. Until someone patted me on the shoulder and said something, it made me wake up from the daydream.

"He's Alea, my youngest brother." Sister Rena's voice distracts me. However, my eyes were not directly fixed on him, but on the figure of the man who was already sitting in front of me in bridal attire.

My body trembled, my face suddenly dying.

God, what are you planning?

That man, the man who married Kak Rena was none other than the man who had taken away my chastity.