DOOM
NIGHT GIRL

Night after isya’. The sky looks cloudy. A giant black cloud spread its darkness in space. A strong wind broke out in the bamboo leaves. Throwing down the empty-looking reot hut.

Inside the hut. Among the dimly lit ledge lights on the table, an old woman in shabby clothes looked pensive on a rattan chair over here filled with rapiae. His sobs occasionally sounded break the night silence. In another corner, a long-haired beautiful girl appeared to be pensive on the side of the cot, where a young boy lay weakly in his deep sleep. The atmosphere was silent. Each of them was fixated in the chaos, clashing with the occasional sound of wind sounding crashing.

The lights slowly began to dim. The atmosphere became dark. Hernika got up and picked up a jerrycan in the corner of the hut. Shake the jerry can. Hernika gave a short sigh. ”Maybe enough for half night.”His mind when knowing the kerosene in the jerry can stay a little. The lights slowly began to dissipate the dark atmosphere as Hernika turned it back on. Hernika again threw her body on the side of the bed. He stared sadly at the face of the boy who was still lulled by the wild night wind. After that he turned his face toward the old woman who was still silent, as if drowning in the whirlpool of thought that afflicted him.

Hernika let out a long breath. He slowly got up and stepped slowly towards the old woman. He then sat on a shabby mat half-slapped on the floor. Somewhat heavy also he woke up his mother who still did not want to escape from his attachment. But the words he had saved earlier forced him to say hello.

”Bu, tomorrow Hernika will join Jeni to the city.” Hernika started the conversation with a hoarse voice. The woman did not budge, but this time her gaze was fixed towards the blurry photo hanging on the room fence. Hernika. Feeling that his mother was indifferent to his words, he got up and stepped towards the window. The sound of the wind was heard loudly as Hernika opened the window of the hut slowly. The sky is really cloudy. Soon, heavy rain will fall and Hernika can not imagine how the condition of the hut reotnya when it rains later.

”Hernika! close window. Poor brother. Cold.” Hernika turned her head and slowly closed the window.

”Bu, Hernika want to work find money in the city for meals and medical expenses sister.” Hernika leaned back waiting for her mother's answer. This time Suminah ma'am turned her head and the sharp gaze of her old eyes was like wanting to swallow her body deeply. Hernika held her breath. His eyes glanced here and there. He waited for his mother's answer.

”You're not going anywhere. You'll stay here with your mother and sister. And I hope, do not mention Jeni's name in front of mom again," said Suminah ma'am. Hernika swallowed her saliva deeply. The wind that broke through the cracks of the hut fence kissed her white face gently. Cough Suminah bu sounding broke. Hernika. Seeing his mother's cough never subsided, he stepped closer to his mother and rubbed her back.

”What's up with Jeni Bu.” Hernika's heavy voice was heard again. Bu Suminah turned her head but then turned back.

”Ah no, she is a dirty woman who is too proud when ***************poise fills her oral cavity.” The spicy words of Suminah ma'am lowered Hernika's head. Long he fell silent to gather the courage to answer the words of his mother.

”Hernika knows!" he said briefly while swallowing his saliva. Bu Suminah turned her head and stared intently at Hernika. Hernika looked down worriedly. This time Suminah got up. The anger he had been holding slowly crept into his old fist and once lifted up, a hard patch landed on Hernika's face. Hernika grimaced holding her face. A small cry sounded from his mouth. Bu Suminah looked down. Regret begins to cloud his feelings.

”If you already know why you insist want to follow him. Do you want to sell yourself like that whore!" said Suminah bu with a heavy voice holding back the cry. Hernika let out a short sigh and raised her head.

”If it is indeed a choice, it is indeed the destiny of Hernika to do it,” said Hernika Firmly. There was no sound of fear from his words after a loud slap Suminah ma'am slapped her face. Another case with Suminah ma'am who seemed dumbfounded and could not believe what he had just heard from the mouth of Hernika. Hernika is not usually a child of such a dissident, especially with words that he never expected before. The anger of Suminah bu who had died slowly peaked. His eyes turned sharply towards Hernika.

His hand felt lightly wanted to be thrown again into Hernika's face, but this time he tried to hold her back.

”Sepicik is that your mind? Is that as low as your dignity so that you consider the job a choice? Loss I gave birth to you Hernika,”

”In these circumstances I still think of dignity. When people disrespect us, they trample and insult us. Still we should be proud of the dignity that since birth Hernika never felt.” Again Suminah ma'am looked up and just shook her head.

”At least we still have self-esteem,” said bu Suminah briefly. Hearing that, Hernika smiled.

”Preference yourself? Self-esteem which is Mom. Hernika doesn't understand,”

”At least we do not defile ourselves by whoring or begging,”

”Including stealing so that battered mother was beaten by the masses?"

As if wanting to assert her position, Ms. Suminah got up. He looked at Hernika deeply.

”Mom does not Steal. Abstinence for the mother to take anything that does not belong to the mother. They refused to grant the rights that should belong to mother.” Suminah sat back down. The mood became quiet. There was the sound of rain spattering over the hut. Long they were silent in their respective turmoil, until when a small groan sounded from the direction of the bed, they both turned their heads.

”Bu, Iqbal hungry.” Hernika was still standing at the place where he stood. While Suminah maam immediately got up and stepped towards the cot where Iqbal was lying. His weak body almost fell down until he could reach and lean against the fence of the hut.

He then grabbed a black crackle and took out two fried fruits from it and thrust it into Iqbal's mouth. With greed Iqbal began to devour fried foods given by his mother. Seeing that Hernika so wept and scattered towards his room. His sobs sounded slashing.

”Fuck those villagers. Are they not happy to treat us like this? Father who is guilty but why we have to bear the consequences,” umpat Hernika in the room. With weak eyes, Suminah's view returned to the blurry photo hanging on the hut fence. Photo of her late husband who has long disappeared because of his job as a sorcerer, has taken a lot of casualties villagers who had quarreled with him. She herself never stayed silent to warn her husband that the work done by her husband was a perverse deed and hated by God, but everything had to end with a blow and an oath of expiation from her husband. A week after her husband was declared missing, she saw the body of her husband floating in a river carried away by the current when he was about to wash clothes. At that time she could only cry while staring at her husband's body until far away carried by the current. Let where the water will wash it away. Perhaps with it all sins and mistakes can be redeemed. She thought that with the death of her husband, her life would calm down without any hatred and resentment from the villagers. But in reality, he and his children live in exile. I don't know until when until later they have a reason to kill his life.

”Tak well you said like that, son. He is your real father after all. Never mind, this is already takdri us,” he said.

”Destiny?" for the sake of hearing her mother's words, Hernika got up and came out of her room.

”If this is fate, God is really cruel. God who never thought for a moment to give happiness to us even just a second,” continued fierce. Back, Suminah gave a long breath. Unceasingly his head shook.

”Son, you better sleep than have to talk like that. No, this is a test for us. We must be patient and patient in dealing with it. The more we are stricken with calamity, the more spacious our path to heaven" said Suminah sage.

The mood was silent again. The night is getting late. The wind that had been blown was no longer heard, but its cold air pierced the marrow, making the night dwellers curl cold.

Hernika had been silent for a long time until when she realized, the night had far flapped its wings. Hernika. His sharp eyes began to look out through the darkness of the hut. Many times he tried to slowly call his mother, but apparently the old woman had long slept in her sleep. After believing his mother had actually slept, he got up and stepped into the place where the boy and his mother were lying. Long time he looked at the faces of the two with a sad look until then he slowly settles out of the hut.

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The dark of the night lay before Hernika. With a face full of agitation, he ran through the night. Down the bush path.

Hernika still stands in front of the courtyard of a large house in front of her. He saw the blue house. Occasionally her little hand shook as she tried to hold the door leaf. From then on it was like that. The two currents that were fighting in his heart made him never to open or knock on the door. The shadow of his mother and poor little brother and the fear of regret that he would actually enter the house. Earlier this morning, Mr. Bram, a loan shark in the village offered him some money if he wanted to accompany him to sleep tonight. But he strongly rejected it. Tonight, after the incident that happened to his mother and sister, it seems he could not imagine some of the money that was shown Mr. Bram this morning. Rejecting it means tomorrow morning and tomorrow bad luck will always grips the life of his family. Let his virginity be taken away by the old man as long as he has something to encourage his life.

The night mood is getting quiet. The crickets were still heard quietly singing the night song, accompanying the rumble of anxiety and uneasiness in Hernika's heart. I don't know what time he doesn't know, but the cock that he heard from a distance tells him that the night is really late.

Slowly hernica knocked on the door. Soon the sound of the door creaking and faintly heard the melodious music of kitaro between the sound of clockwork in the room. Hernika let out a short sigh as a man appeared before her with a smile that seemed to want to devour her body completely. Totally disgusting, but he's already stepped foot.

”Come in, it's too cold outside. I've been waiting for you since isya’. I thought you weren't coming.”

Hernika was silent. He did not heed the man's words at all. He was even swept away in a long sigh and a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

”Already, your mother and sister need to eat. And rest assured not a grain of rice that you can get again in the trash can. You can be rich and can buy anything you want if you want to accompany me one or three nights only.”

Hernika turned, but then turned back. He closed his eyes and gulped deeply, as if he wanted to********* the man's words in his heartache. Totally inhumanity. Words that quite represent the face of a cruel world. For a moment he let the tears flow from his eyes, after which it was as if he had gained new strength, he looked up at his head. The face that had been in a state of turmoil changed like a night challenge. Hernika let out a short sigh and gave a small nod. A nod to himself, to his cruel destiny or perhaps to an indifferent God. There was nothing he and his family had but the most precious item attached between his two thighs. Valuable items that are supposed to be for the beloved lover and only valid through a marriage. But let's just say it's the last of life. After all, the goods will not be damaged even with the road is not halal. The goods will still be used to dredge as much rupiah as possible in a long period of time. Maybe until the age of forty or more. Just polishing his dull face with a little powder and a little lipstick on his sex lips, things might be easier. Her face is beautiful and attracts the attention of the opposite sex. From tonight he must fight the roughness of the world that has made him feel like he is being trampled.

************

The rain suddenly fell. Hernika bowed haggardly on the bed while looking at the liquid that soaked the sepray. The soft music of Kitaro still saturate after about two hours was accompanied when Mr. Bram overstretched his body.

Hernika turned towards Bram sir who was lying bare-chested by her side. Lying down and looking satisfied after two hours was so powerful licking his smooth body. ”Stat!" hernika. It feels like he'd squeak the old man's neck or maybe cut off ********* so he feels that he's worth what he feels right now. Feel what it feels like to lose something valuable in life.

”But be it,” his sigh is full of fortitude. All of that was his choice. Try to cry or regret it. He is innocent, and so is the man. He just doesn't know how to give his money to someone else. It is good that he packed up, tidied up his clothes and immediately left the place before sunrise. Five thousand pieces of fiber money next to him grabbed. A moment of looking at him with a faint smile mocking him. Her virginity was valued at five hundred thousand. Virginity that since childhood has always been well preserved and will be offered to worship his heart later. But what can be done. That life will never come true. Now he feels unworthy to love and be loved.

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The rain still did not subside when Hernika left the house. Yet he did not care and continued to step through the rain letting his drool wet his body. Along the unceasing journey he imagined the face of Iqbal who mourned when he saw his favorite Martabak suddenly presented in front of him. For the first time, he and his sister ate a martabak when he accidentally found a pack of martabak lying on the side of the road. Iqbal until thrashing when the martabak he ate was exhausted. Since then every time he came home, he was always scouted questions about martabak that his brother always brought.

Hernika smiles. No matter what questions his mother would ask him about the money or the food he would bring. As usual, tomorrow morning he will pretend to go scavenging and pretend to get a lot of rizki.

Hernika did not feel until about three meters from her hut. Hernika's forehead shriveled as she heard voices speaking from the direction of her house. Hernika immediately infiltrated the bamboo tree grove.

”Any, where is the old girl's daughter.” Hernika's heart suddenly thumped, especially when she heard the talk of one of them.

”Is the girl in question me?"his inner.

Hernika's feeling was really anxious. He was really afraid that something had happened to his mother and sister.

Hernika was still hiding in the bamboo grove, until when the people left, Hernika was still waiting, she tried to keep her existence safe from the unknown people.

”Yes Allah,” his sigh is anxious. After feeling the atmosphere was safe, Iapun got up and with a sneak step towards his hut. But before his feet actually reached the door of the hut, suddenly something hit his feet and made him fall on the ground. Hernika grimaced in pain but soon she got up and fumbled something that made her fall earlier.

Hernika surprised. His hand suddenly seemed to touch something that resembled the head of a little boy. Hernika's breath gasping. His heart is beating faster. It was then that he remembered once keeping a fire bat in his shirt pocket. Soon he picked it up and started to turn it on.

The flames from the fire-watcher slowly began to dissipate the darkness of the night. Along with that came Tarhim from a distance. Hernika's eyes were watchful and unblinking looking at something in front of her. A little boy was seen staring down in the light of a lighter. Hernika is getting closer. Curious and anxious he looked deeply in the body in front of him. Not far from the boy, the face of an old woman drenched in blood began to be clearly visible in front of him. Hernika felt her tongue become a machete, her throat dry and could not utter anything other than to shake her head in sobs.

Hernika's body became limp and weakly slammed into the hut. Her tears were flowing down her clothes. Keep shaking without words and voice .

Hernika held her chest and squeezed it hard. The sudden pain striking his chest made him fall and be thrown deep into the hut. The fire quickly crept past the clothes Hernika was wearing. Growing until Hernikapun's body runs out in his default.