
After dressing neatly, he had to check out on his own. But to his surprise, there were other costs he had to pay. Such as the cost of ordering food for two weeks, the cost of laundry and minibar.
"Geez, why is it so expensive?" ask the hotel.
"This is what ordered your friend. He said you'd be responsible for everything" the hotel said.
Instantly when Ratih's body is not powered, his legs are so hollow, like there are no bones.
"I was deceived! Basic bule bre****sek, damn it. They tricked me!" snarl.
Forced Ratih had to drain his savings to pay for it all. He was so angry and so angry.
"I'm really fucking shit. Why is my life so fucking shit?" ask him to himself.
He came home with a sour face. His mother who saw that, of course, was worried.
"What's up, kid? Do you have a problem?" ask her mother gently.
"There's nothing, ma'am," she replied as she passed into the room.
A few hours later, the baron came shouting.
"Raise?" his yell.
"What's up, Dad?" ask Ratih who just took a shower.
"Tell me, is it true, you've been deceived?" snapped it.
"Yes, Ratih has indeed been deceived and this is all because of dad! Just try it if you are careful in finding customers, surely it will not happen like this! Now that Ratih had actually lost even Ratih had already spent a lot of money on them! They are just bule-bule kere, do not have any money dime. Ratih was truly sorry to accept father's offer! Anyway Ratih does not want to do the deed again!"
"Can't! You have to keep doing it. Just by selling yourself, you have a lot of money. What kind of job do you want?" angry Baron.
"What's selling yourself?" his mother suddenly came from the kitchen.
"So, all this time the work you've been doing, selling your body to striped men?" angry mother.
"I'm sorry, Train, Mom!" his sobs.
"Why, Son? Why are you being like this?" sad mom.
"Hiks .... Hicks ..... Hicks."
"Mom didn't expect you to do that shit, son! Since when do you work like that? Tell Ratih? Don't just shut up!" snapped mother.
"Since, Ratih is still his wife Mas Arga," he said.
PLAKK ....
A hard slap landed on Ratih's smooth cheek, until fresh blood came out at the corner of his lips. She did not expect, her mother would be so angry. The baron was also very surprised by his wife's actions.
"Hiks ... Hicks .... Hicks."
"Mother, mother, never taught you to sell your body. Why would you do that? Even when you were Arga's wife? Why Ratih, huh?" snapped his mother, "Where are your thoughts? You're a mother? Tell me, Ratih, huh?"
"Mother has failed to educate you. My mother failed to be a mother. Just kill your mother!" his mother pulled Ratih's hand, so that he would strangle her.
"Hiks ... Hicks .... Hicks."
Then, his mother looked towards the Baron with very sharp eyes. His eyes reddened, holding back the anger in his chest.
"What kind of father are you, huh? Want to sell your own child? Why should your child be sold? Why don't you just sell me, motherfucker?" murkaniah. Her mother took a knife lying on the table and was about to stab it in her husband's body.
"Mother, stop!" Train fear.
"Basic bastards! All this time I've been quiet, now I won't be quiet!" enragedly.
"Feel this!" the knife went through her husband's shoulder. Fresh blood there.
"Martha! Ah, sick!" peeking Baron.
"Mother, Stop!" crying Ratih.
"Maaaaartha, I'm sorry!" said Baron terbat.
"I won't regret doing this, Mom. I'm sorry, why haven't I done this before?" abugn.
"Feel this again!" now the knife went through her husband's stomach. Fresh blood there. Instantly the Baron died on the spot, with gaping wounds on his shoulders and stomach.
"Yeahahoo!" shouts Ratih.
"No, Ayaaaaah, Banguuuun!" shouts Ratih.
"Hiks .... Hicks .... Hicks."
Neighbors who heard Ratih's cry, came simultaneously. They were so shocked by the incident. The baron was lifeless, spitting fresh blood everywhere. Ratih cried as he pleased near the corpse of his father, while Martha sat glued, just silently pecking. One of the neighbors called the police.
An hour later, police and ambulances arrived. Baron's body was taken by ambulance to the hospital, while Martha was taken by police to be detained. So did Ratih, he was also taken to the police station to be a witness. In the police car, Ratih was still crying.
Grief enveloped Ratih's house, his father was declared dead on the spot by the RS. His mother was a prisoner at the police station. Of course, this was the greatest sorrow of his life. One by one people left him.
At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, the Baron was buried in a public cemetery. Ratih did not stop crying at his father's funeral. One of the neighbors had persuaded him to go home, but he still wanted to remain there.
"Raise?" someone called him from behind. Ratih turned to the source of the voice, it turned out that it was her ex-husband.
"Mas Arga!" ratih's body splashed into Arga's arms. He leaned his head against the chest of Arga's field.
"Dad died horribly. Mother did it," he said.
"You are patient. Maybe that's best for all of you. And do you not know that this is a rebuke from God" said Arga.
"Don't you say that, Mom?"
"Try introspecting yourself! There is still time to repent. I hope you understand and understand, Ratih?"
"But, Mas?"
"Sorry, I have to go. Keyla's got a fever, pitying my own mother at home" he said.
"Mas, can I see Keyla?" ask Ratih lirih.
"Repair yourself first. Then I'll let you meet Kayla!" said it.
"Alright," said the sad Ratih. Now, Arga was so cold to him. There is no empathy for him. In fact, when she was alone in the tomb now, Arga did not invite her to go home at all. Instead her ex-husband left Ratih in his own tomb.
One week after that incident, the house of Ratih was very quiet. He lamented his fate back. He felt guilty about his mother. Her mother is now a prisoner. Once in a while, Ratih visited his mother at the police station.
"How's mom doing?" ask Ratih.
"Well," after his mother.
"It's a practice to bring mom's favorite food. Train yourself who cook," said Ratih.
"You don't have to bother for mom. I don't need to be looked at by an ungodly child like you. I am so disappointed in your attitude! Like a broken glass won't come back whole!" his mother said, very hard on the heart. Then Martha passed away from the place, without bringing the food brought by her daughter.
The heart of Ratih hurts so much. She did not expect her mother to be so disappointed and hated her so much. So did Martha's heart, in fact she was also very sad about her own actions. She did it all so that Ratih could turn into a better woman.
to be continued........