HOWEVER, Kang Wilin is my husband. It is true that he has inscribed a million wounds in this heart, even the wounds have not healed, because every wound will dry up he inscribes a new wound. I am Warmi, a mother of seven children, so I am used to living with a broken heart. Maybe this is destiny that I have to live with steadfastly. But I don't know if I am steadfast or not, because every time Kang Wilin plays lewdly with his patients, I still burn with jealousy and cry. Well, Kang Wilin is indeed a lewd man, to be precise, a lewd shaman. He often does fasting and rituals full of offerings. He is also good at concocting herbs, especially herbs for virility and femininity. The majority of patients are women. A bad girl who prostitutes herself for money. Under the pretext of testing the efficacy of herbal medicine, Kang Wilin sleeps with every patient. It was at that time that I, who was actually an old man, still burned with jealousy and felt humiliated by his pride. But now, it will not happen again. Kang Willin was dying.It has been more than a month that Kang Wilin has been lying in bed without being able to do anything. Can't eat and drink anymore. Can't speak either. His body was just a skin covering the bones. His eyes bulged and his mouth gaped. Kang Wilin was like an undead. Perhaps, if the infusion was removed, Kang Wilin's body would not receive any food intake and would soon die. But I can't bear to do it. Seeing her suffering now, I forgive all her sins. I also ask the children to forgive their father. Their mouths forgive Kang Wilin but don't know his heart. It turns out that my forgiveness from me and my children has not cleared the way for Kang Wilin to fulfill his call.
"Wilin's sins are mountains so tormented, his death is difficult and long!" That's what the neighbors cursed, who didn't like Kang Wilin from the start. I understand them because Kang Wilin is evil. Neighbors where the hell you've never quarreled with Kang Wilin? Neighbors where the hell are not being hurt by Kang Wilin? Every business, from patrols to land borders with neighboring Kang Wilin's yard, wants to win on his own. Understandably if the neighbors really hate Kang Wilin. To me they are still good. They knew I was a tortured woman.
The children suggested that I call a smart person to remove the implant in Kang Wilin's body and the knowledge possessed by him. The clever man had painstakingly removed the forty implants on Kang Wilin's body. There are gold implants, diamonds, silver, and various other implants. The smart man was exhausted and passed out. He said, Kang Wilin adheres to black magic, and the black magic is still in Kang Wilin's body. Knowledge must be taken so that Kang Wilin can die in peace. Unfortunately, the smart man couldn't do it. He could only give instructions for me to hold Yasinan by forty people for seven days. I will definitely follow the instructions.
The smart man's instructions have been implemented. Thank God there is a change in Kang Wilin. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was shut. But he's not dead yet. Sometimes tears come out of his eyes. Kang Willin cried. Maybe he regretted everything he did. Maybe he was remembering all his evil deeds. Oh Allah, is there forgiveness for someone like Kang Wilin?
If a person truly repents, Allah will forgive his sins. But not necessarily with humans who have been hurt by Kang Wilin. How many people have been wronged by Kang Wilin. I'm one of them. But I have forgiven Kang Wilin. Oh Allah, what about my child's coquettish? Has he forgiven his father? Maybe Centil hasn't forgiven his father yet. In fact, it has been three years he did not want to go home. Oh God, is Kang Wilin waiting for his youngest child to apologize? Oh my God, why am I only remembering that now?
Sniff my call. My real name is Wartini. Maybe because I am small and have a lively and cheerful disposition, I am called coquettish by my family, friends, and neighbors. Even now I'm still called Centil. I just enjoy being called Centil. I'm even more coquettish and cheerful. Even though my heart is always crying This depraved incident is always in my mind and heart. Not even a moment can be forgotten.
It was not the case when my virginity was traded by my father in Mangga Dua, Jakarta. It wasn't the case when I was bleeding profusely from having to serve ten crooked men in one night. At that time, I had just graduated from elementary school, I was very young and had not had my period. How could you sell me to them to satisfy your lust, then you fan money, happy over my suffering. The incident did make me angry and resentful of you, but it hasn't made me determined to run away. The incident that made me angry, hateful, and run away was, oh I can't mention it because it's too bitter for me.
Before that incident, I loved my mother very much. But, because you let me be treated like an animal by you, I no longer have sympathy for you. I just judged that my mother conspired with my father. Maybe Mom doesn't agree and doesn't accept that you treat me like an animal. But what is the meaning of all that if you can only be silent and silent. Mother even said to people, “How are you? His father was a famous shaman when his son was not prayed for in demand? If it is prayed for, the Coquette is so small that his body can't be able to serve many men. The man bought it, so he wanted various things. Centil has experienced frequent bleeding. But if it is not prayed for, it will not sell. When the famous shaman's son doesn't sell? It's a shame," Mother said to the neighbors. So it's more important for Mom and Dad to save their shame than to save their child's body and soul.
The last time I came home, I was bleeding profusely. Father, with the herbs can heal me. Within a month I was in good shape. I had to make money again in Jakarta. Mr and Mrs want to buy Mang Darto's rice fields. They were sure that within half a month, I would get the money to buy the rice field. All the spells of mercy and implants of mercy you have given me. You also gave me the super nutritious female herbs. Then, one night Mr. said his occult teacher told him to treat me like any of his other patients. I have to get tested. Of course I don't want to. I'm his biological son. Mother is silent. Father raped me. I hate them. I swear I will never forgive them.
The next day, I went to Jakarta in silence a thousand languages. How evil they are who act as if last night did not happen a very shameful disgrace. I left for Jakarta and haven't been back in three years. Mom and Dad must be looking but I've gone far. I followed the Japanese to their country. I call him Papih. He wanted to buy me a house in Kelapa Gading, Jakarta, and often took me back to Japan. Papih introduced me to his family in Japan as his adopted son. Even though I was his mistress when he was in Indonesia. It didn't matter to me because it was much better than being a victim of my own parents. In fact, I almost forgot the sadness of my heart. Unfortunately Papih passed away and I couldn't help but have to return to Indonesia. Back to Kelapa Gading Jakarta.
Not because Papih wanted me to live a normal life as an ordinary woman. But because I never wanted to be a prostitute. My return from Japan, is a return to goodness. I want to improve my life. I have to be a good woman who is getting better. Papih has given me enough capital to return to being a good woman. I will open a salon and boutique. Before I opened the business, I wanted to go for Umrah. O Allah, how long I have left You, O Allah. Incidentally this is the month of Ramadan, the month that really supports my return to You, O Allah.
I want to repent. I want to surrender to God. I want to get His forgiveness. However, when I met my eldest brother Kang Marsono at the Mall, I pretended not to know him. He chased me all the way to the parking lot. He knocked on my windshield and called my name. He said he couldn't possibly mistake his own sister. The only sister he loved the most. Kang Marsono really loves me. But, I don't want to go back to that bitter past. Kang Marsono pleaded, he said that you were seriously ill and was waiting for an apology from me. When I heard my father's name being called, I became inflamed and immediately stepped on the gas in my car.
In the month of Ramadan this year, Warmi is getting closer to Allah. Her prayer was forgiveness for the sins her husband had committed. He also prayed for his son Centil to be sent home. Warmi understands the feelings of anger and hatred that exist in Centil, but Wilin needs an apology from Centil. Warmi was sure that if Centil had not returned and had not forgiven Wilin, then the husband of the poor woman would still be in torment, death or death would be like a corpse. How to invite Centil home? Don't even know his home address? So what Warmi did was pray and pray asking the Almighty to return Centil.
Coquettish who was on umrah in Mecca became a shadow of his mother. Warmi's face is always in the corners of her eyes. Squishy crying. Not because he was sad because he missed his mother. But because Centil has not been able to forgive Warmi, let alone Wilin. Then what does umrah mean if you can't forgive your parents? That's what made Centil cry. Why is his heart so hard to reconcile and forgive his parents. Was it because Centil was really humiliated by being raped by his own biological father?
By the time he got home for umrah, Centil was even more restless and felt that his umrah was in vain. His heart has not been able to come to terms with his bitter and black past. Centil still holds a grudge of anger. If only he had not met his brother at the mall, Centil's life would not have been this restless. That anxiety made Centil hate Wilin even more. Even though now he is fasting, diligently praying five times until tarawih. His heart has not prayed because it still maintains anger.
"Cozy, go home Nok!" Warmi's voice always rings.
"I don't want to go home! You guys are bad!”
"Come back Nok! Poor your father you must forgive!”
“Nooo!!!”
"My child is Coquettish, come home dear!"
Coquettish ran out of his house screaming no! The woman kept running until she fainted in the middle of the road. A taxi stops. The driver approached coquettishly and immediately took him into a taxi. The driver did not take Centil to the hospital but instead drove east via the Pantura highway to Indramayu. The driver turned out to be Marsono, the oldest coquettish brother. Marsono felt that God had given him the opportunity to bring his younger brother back to Haurgeulis Indramayu. Marsono accompanied by a voice of takbiran brought his sister home. Tomorrow is Eid Al-Fitr. The most beautiful and appropriate day to forgive each other. But will Centil forgive his long-dying father?
"Not! I won't!"
Marsono didn't care. He kept stepping on the gas. Meanwhile, from the left and right of the highway, people shouted the sound of takbiran until the echoes became more exciting and resounding. The screams of Centil's heart that did not want to forgive his father were long gone. Centil fainted again.
"That's daddy!" said Marsono who managed to force Centil into the house. “It was Mother who always called you in her prayers! "And listen carefully to the voice of takbiran because tomorrow is Eid Al-Fitr!"
Cozy saw his father lying helplessly. Cozy feels blue and collapses. Then look at Centil's eyes colliding with Warmi's eyes. The wrinkly and miserable poor woman was speechless. Only her tears flowed freely down her wrinkled cheeks with the age and suffering of life.
Cozy is no longer able to maintain his hatred and grudges all this time. Cozy home on takbiran night, Mother. That's what Centil said. The beautiful little woman fainted again. He hasn't broken his fast yet. In addition, his soul is very depressed with all the feelings he is facing right now. Meanwhile, Wilin, who was really waiting for Centil to come home, heard that his youngest son was back. He wanted to say, forgive my son, forgive me. But his mouth was speechless. Wilin's tears fell again for the last time. // The True Story of the Black World 4 // The Short Story of Untung Gautara // Pilang , 23 July 2013.
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