Those Who Want My Body
Slander

Although the photo was only an edit, it still managed to make my legs like there was no more energy to hold my body weight. At that moment, I sat on the sofa. Mas Anwar immediately hugged me.

The photo was of a pierced mas Anwar, his entire body filled with blood. My body trembled, it felt like I couldn't bear it if that person really did as he threatened.

"What does he want mas? Why would he do this to us." I was crying as much as I could.

"What should we do, what if he's not messing around with his threats mas."

Mas Anwar tightened his embrace.

"Nothing will happen, believe me. Tomorrow I'm going to the police station, to make a report."

***

I've been in a relationship for a few years with a man. At first he treated me well, over time he wanted something more from me. Every time he meets her he always wants to**kiss my lips. But I always refused, and let him**kiss my forehead. Again he wants more, either through whatsapp messages or directly. Still I maintained my stance, and I continued to reject it.

I parted ways with him, a year before I was betrothed to Anwar. He wanted me to t*dur with him, on the grounds that he was going to move to college out of town. He said if I agreed to it, he would always remain loyal to me. I still refuse.

The night before he left, without any suspicion, he invited me to meet his parents at his house. He told me to wait for him in the room, while he was about to get me a drink.

"Are your parents ready to meet me?"

"My parents are gone." He gave me a glass of water.

"Then take me home, I'm afraid it's slander because it's just us."

"Just a moment." He hugged me gently.

I let him hug me.

"Why do we have to be slanderous, if we do."

I pushed her body violently to get away from me. In fact, my strength was defeated strongly with his encouragement. So now I'm the one who fell on the bed. He's pinning down my body. I who was under his confinement kept thrashing and shouting.

"Take me off."

Cuehhh. I spit on his face. His hand rubbed my saliva, as he began to drift I kicked him in the stomach until he fell to the floor.

This opportunity is not wasted. I ran out of his room. On the front porch a woman and a man were sitting chatting.

'Are they his parents.'

'true. I have to ask them for help.'

"Ma. Pa. Please help me." With a breath after I ran.

"Please? Meanin?"

"She wants to**me."

Plaque. One slap from the woman landed on my cheek violently.

"How dare you slander my son." His eyes were glaring at me as if he could not believe his son's actions.

He and his father remained silent without a sound.

"It may be you who will give your honor to my son, for you know that we are very rich." The hardship.

My tears just escaped, flowing down my cheeks.

"I know you are a rich man. That's why I think you guys are educated and know how to treat a woman." Sad, upset, disappointed and mara met as one, making me put out word for word with my mouth and body shaking.

Plaque. Again the woman threw a slap at me.

"Go there! Don't expect you to see my son again!" The woman screamed, making my ears ring.