The Suffering of Si Kembang Village

The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
PROLOGUES


Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim


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The girl was named Nilam.


She is neither a world nor a local beauty queen.


He is not an artist in the entertainment world.


She is not a princess of the King.


And Nilam ... isn't Cinderella either.


Nilam is Nilam.


A tea leaf picking village girl, who was endowed with near-perfect physical beauty and facial features.


Has a tall body shape, fair skin, thick black and long straight hair. Completed with a weak and gentle attitude, making him a lot in the gilai of the men in his village.


Physically, Nilam is indeed very worthy to be made as a Brand Ambassador of beauty products or even famous fashion models. But unfortunately a thousand dear, fate put him in a different place.


Not only limited to tea leaf pickers, Nilam's life is also filled with lika - steep twists and pains that come and go to greet him. Starting from the hatred of the aunt, the death of her parents, in the side of her lover, and the most heartbreaking, she was forced to marry an old man with three wives, he was forced to marry, none other than the owner of the tea plantation where he worked.


Life for him is just a glass of coffee without sugar, which is contained in a cup that is carved so beautifully. Tempted by the appearance of the container and its tantalizing aroma, but bitter after gulping it down.


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"Tolooong...! Tolooong...! Anyone help me...!" yell Nilam scared.


His back had now touched the wall of the weathered room. There was no more chance for him to escape.


"Scream! Shout as much as you. There will be no one to help and hear your voice in this place" said the 30-year-old, as he continued to move closer and closer towards Nilam.


"Don't. I beg you, don't touch me." Nilam said, crying as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.


"All the men in the village, are so infatuated with you. And now you're in front of me. I can't waste this opportunity" said the man, opening one button at a time his shirt.


Nilam continued to voice his cries without being able to do anything. Time and time again he tried to revolt, but the strength of the man was by no means his match.


Yes, Tuhaaan....


"Beautiful, I'll play very softly. You'll enjoy it too." The man took off his shirt and threw it in any direction.


Nilam shook his head with tears that kept flowing. His body fell to the floor. A great fear made his whole body tremble.


"I'm mohooon... jangaaan...."


The man crouched down equalizing his position with Nilam. His fingers stroked - elus the girl's delicate cheeks. "I couldn't bear to immediately feel your smooth body. Let's be beautiful, we're having fun."


Both Nilam's arms are already checkered. And somehow, now their position was lying down, with Nilam's body under the man's confinement.


Chum!


Nilam spat in the face of the man who had kidnapped her.


But instead of getting angry, the man smiled as he rubbed the spattering on his face with his palm, then took a soft sip.


"Even your saliva is so sweet. Makes me crazy about you." He began to kiss the neck of the poor girl.


Nilam continued to struggle by hitting the man's chest with one of his hands that had been released. He shook his head quickly, as a form of rejection of the movement the man made on him.


But his rebellious attitude, even made the man's lust even more passionate.


"Let go! Unhand me! I beg... jangaaan...!


The man forcibly undressed Nilam and pulled him roughly.


" Simplified...!!"


Along with that loud scream....


Bugh!


In an instant, the man's body sprawled unconscious, overrunning Nilam's weak body.


Seeing that, Nilam gasped in shock, then pushed with all his might the burly body onto the floor beside him.


A boy with a hunting breath, threw a block that he used to hit the upper back of the man who was about to harass Nilam.


Nilam tried to get up, but his strength had weakened enough.


"Hmm.. hmm...."


The 15-year-old boy reached out his hand to help him get up.


He looked up at the boy's face, then a moment later he smiled.


" Didy.." he said slowly mentioning the boy's name.


The boy nodded. Then moved his arm back, asking Nilam to get up immediately. His movements signaled that he and Nilam should leave the old place immediately.


Nilam nodded in agreement, he then put on his clothes back which had been taken off by the man who was about to harass him.


With a limp step, he walked away from the place with the help of Didy who was holding him.


After arriving outside the old building, Nilam's eyes widened, he saw two men who helped kidnap him and took him to the place, already rolled unconscious.


"Didy, you did all this?" ask Nilam shocked and amazed.


"Hm."


"Thank you, Didy."


Didi nodded with a smile.


"How did you get to this place? Is this far from the village?"


Didy pointed at his weathered bicycle that he had placed in the bushes. Then he continued his explanation with his sign language.


Nilam stared in admiration at the handsome-looking little boy. A boy who had painstakingly saved her.


"One more time, thank you, Didy. I don't know, what will be this brother's life, later. If only you hadn't come to save Brother." Nilam hugged the gagu boy whom he considered his sister.


The two of them returned to the village on Didy's old bicycle. With Nilam's position behind Didy's puppet.


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Arriving in front of his simple yard, Nilam came down from Didy's bicycle bonnet.


"You go home, Dy. Mbok must be worried about you. And sorry, Big Brother has been troubling you a lot today. Thank you very much ... Didi."


Didy just smiled. He then pedaled his bike back, leaving Nilam to return home.


After Didy's departure.


With gontai Nilam step set foot on the front porch of his house.


Kreeet ....


Nilam opened the door of his unlocked home slowly.


"Hey! Where have you not known yourself?!" murni shouted, his aunt Nilam, the sister of his late mother.


Nilam looked down in fear, his fingers intertwined with each other.


"The answer is my question, stupid!" pure Benth.


"A-i. I was just about..."


"Nilam, where have you been, son? Grandpa's worried about you not coming home all day?" asked Usman's grandfather to cut Nilam's speech. He came out of his room, because he heard Pure's cry saying - name the grandson he was waiting for - waiting for him.


"I'm sorry, Mother. I've been making Grandpa worried." A clear drop from his eyes just escaped.


Usman's grandfather took a look at Nilam's appearance which looked messy.


"What happened to you, son? Why are you falling apart like this?"


" I was kidnapped, Kek," answered Nilam honestly.


" What?! Who kidnapped you, son?" asked Usman's grandfather in surprise, he shook Nilam's shoulders.


" I don't know, Cake. They consist of three men. I don't recognize them at all. I stamped them in the street, after the garden," explained Nilam.


" Alaaahh .. Don't lie to you. You must have intentionally left with those men, right? Use reason to kidnap everything, "sold Pure with a look of hate.


" No, Bi. I'm not lying. I was really kidnapped. And they brought me into an old building far enough away from this village."


" Who would gladly save you, and fight those three men at once?! Is that Danu your lover, huh?!"


Nilam lowered his head, then shook his head slowly. "No, Bi."


Purely smiled. "I'm guessing, you must be lying. How can you escape the clutches of three men at once."


"Didy saved me, Bi," Nilam said.


"Haha...." Pure Laughter echoed throughout the room. "Who did you say? Didy, that gago boy? Haha.... Then you think I'll just believe it, huh?!"


"Yes, Auntie. It's true Didy saved me." Nilam started sobbing.


"Based on your fucking son! Already know wrong, still deny too!"


" Enough, Pure...!!" snapped grandpa Usman hard.


"Nilam, go to your room, son. You will tell grandfather later. Now rest up."


Nilam obeyed the grandfather's order.


"Please excuse me, Cake, Bi."


He then walked towards his room with tears that still did not dry up.


"And you're pure, watch your dirty mouth."


"Mr always defended that son of a bitch," said Murni did not accept.


Without poking Pure's words, Usman's grandfather left him and went back into his room.


"Basic son of a bitch! You've captured everyone's attention and affection. Look what I'm gonna do to you. You will regret your entire life, for having been present in the midst of this family," Murni murmured furiously.


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