Perverted : Terror!
Miss Nindya

The morning slowly began to dawn, a yellow tinge thinly in the eastern horizon. Cigarette chicken is mutually unpretentious signifies the sun will soon sit on his magnificent throne. Second day in this house. I am now helping Mbok Yem to clean the entire house. No more conversations about last night. Just an ordinary little conversation between us. Yes as before, only conversations that seem only stale between us. I was also actually reluctant to discuss the terrible events that happened last night. I prefer to keep it to myself. That's better.

Faintly heard the creaking of the middle gate in the open. It turns out that Mr. Hadi is also Mr. Totok who has just arrived here. Mbok Yem immediately hinted that I would finish my work immediately and immediately help Totok.

"Dek, let me just mbom yem who continues to sweep it. You help Totok. Sell the fruit to the market. Let's go later if Mr. Dito comes home, everything's all right." Mbok Yem.

"Good Mbok Yem." My reply.

"Oh, then tell Mr. Totok to come here first. Invite someone to talk about for a minute." Said Mbok Yem a moment after I walked towards the backyard.

"Yes mbok." My answer.

I immediately walked to the back of the house to meet Mr. Totok. There are two avocado sacks that yesterday I and he harvested have piled up behind the house. As usual, Mr. Totok looks like a friendly smile. Reminds me of my late father who was gone for good a few years.

"Sir Totok, called yem mbok tuh in the kitchen." I said while smiling. A cheerful smile, as happy as my heart.

"Oh, what's wrong. Tumben mbok Yem called that." Ask Mr. Totok.

I just shook my head because I didn't know either. I just follow his orders, not. Until a moment later, Mr. Totok went to the back door which was not so far from where we stood.

After almost 15 minutes of waiting, I felt quite surprised because quite a long time also Mr. Totok in the house. Is there anything important they are talking about. I don't know. Tired of waiting and quite a long time also I sat waiting, the sun was already increasingly fast rising above the head. Hot guys. Because it's been feeling quite hot out here, and both of them never seen the trunk of his nose. I finally took the initiative to follow Mr. Totok and mbok Yem in. Who knows if they need my help. Might as well.

I slowly walked into the kitchen. It's strange! There's no two of them there. Just a moment ago I faintly heard a conversation between the two of them. I tried again to walk around all corners of the house, still not find mbok Yem or Pak Totok. Where the two men went. Curiosity makes me wonder. Finally after a while of searching, I saw them in front of the house just below the shady banyan tree. However, I only saw it from the window beside the door. The same window that happened last night. Hiii...

I try to squint my eyes sharper. It looks mbok Yem and Pak Totok are arguing under an old banyan tree in front of the house. What are they both doing? And, what are they doing there? At first glance, Hadi was also seen who was crouching and was doing something to turn his back on Mbok Yem and Pak Totok. Their voices were barely audible at all due to the considerable distance. I also peeked at them carefully. Again, a distance far enough to make me not so clearly observe the three. However, Suddenly..

The three of them simultaneously, as if looking at me simultaneously. And with a smile that seemed forced they paid attention to me. The deg! What the hell is going on here?. Did I get caught peeping at them?! Their faces and eyes seemed to intimidate me. I immediately ran towards the back spontaneously. My breath seemed to be wheezing even though the distance of the front door and the backyard of the house was no more than 50 meters. My curiosity turned instantly into anxiety mixed with fear that I could now feel. Was I really caught peeping at them? Why do I feel so scared about something?! My heart hurts, I guess. My sight suddenly fell apart for a moment. The body that I tried to force hard stood up to support as if it was getting shaky. My footrest is no longer felt, please...

Bruggh!!!!!!

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Meanwhile somewhere else.

"It's over?" Ask mr. Dito.

"Why is your face so moody about Dito?" Said Ms. Sandra trying to approach the handsome face of her husband who was looking blankly at the street.

"No, I just.." replied Mr. Dito while taking off the spoiled look of his wife. He chose to focus more on the steering wheel of his car.

"Are you not happy to marry me? Wasn't that all your wish? Are you sorry dito? After what my family shaman and I did to your life?" Cecar bu Sandra while cupping the face of the man in front of her.

"I'm. I'm happy." Answer mr. Dito flat.

"I was just thinking. What we do is not too much. I feel sorry for Nindya. Especially if he has to be... " Said Mr. Dito. This time his voice sounded soft.

"Already dito. I'mtired. We'll talk later at home." Ms. Sandra sounded a little irritated. He then attached his headset while closing his eyes for a moment. Soft music flowed into his ears. Accompanying his tribe into the dreamland.

The story goes back 10 years.

Tinkling of a tablespoon that collides in the morning. One whole family is trying to fill their stomachs before starting their daily activities.

"Father... Emmm.. later in the afternoon Nindya's birthday, papah comes yes. Papah don't keep busy dong. I promised you yesterday." The boy's chirps still in his barbie-patterned pajamas.

"Yes, I'll try it, baby. As promised by papah yesterday, the return of papah buyin doll unicorn your favorite deh. Papah buyin the jumbo." Dito smiled. His mouth was still busy chewing his breakfast the next morning.

"Mah. mamah... later I will wear a dress which yes? Red or blue? Mamah later Temenin Nindya yes make dance. Let Nindya look beautiful rich mama.. Hehehe.. " Nindya turned to face her mother. The girl's sweet smile looked fluffy.

"Okay. mamah is busy, baby. Later you ask for help it the same mbok Yem or if not the same mbak Rida tuh... Mamah today must go to the city first, baby. Later in the afternoon mama makain must have gone home. Let us celebrate your birthday together." Sandra did not look at her daughter at all. His eyes are still glued to the phone screen.

Krriegg... Tuttts.... Tutttt... Tutttt...

"Mamah is waiting in front again. Yaudah mamah go first, baby. Mmmuahh.happy birthday Nindya. Love you.." Sandra.

"Yes, thank you." Reply Nindya with a face that looks moody. He was seen just stirring his sausage fried rice lazily.

"Papah also left first, baby. There was a meeting this morning. Happy birthday to my princess. Mmmuah. Papah promises to be home on time. Okay?" this time it was Dito's turn who rushed off in a hurry. With HP constantly attached to his ears. Until only Nindya is left who is still sitting in his original place. Silent, quiet, there was only the sound of clanking spoons and forks clashing against each other.

"Hikkkscus... Hiksc.... Hikkss..." The sound of crying began to faintly roar after the departure of Dito and Sandra. The small voice of a girl who felt alone lived in a golden cage.