Her Memories

It's night, the clock is already at midnight. It should be so quiet tonight. Today when people go to bed after a long day of work. However, there was a heart-wrenching, guttural, little boy's voice in a small rented house in the middle of Bandung.

"I'm so sorry, Mom. Please forgive me, Mom. I promise I won't wet the bed again!" She cried, begging for forgiveness and trying to cover her head from her mother's broomstick.

"All you said is bullshit ... you always promise to ne every day. But where? You still wet the bed," the woman shouted, continuing to beat her 4-year-old girl. She was so excited when beating the innocent little girl. "I'm tired of telling you to stop wetting the bed and breaking things at home, but you keep doing it, Dina! I also hate your father for leaving you and your naughty self with me!"

"Just spank her, let her feel that we're tired, Mah, washing the sheets and drying the bed every day!" The burly, tattooed man was also annoyed at having to smell the stench, and wash, and dry his son's soiled mattress every day.

"You know what? Me and Papa are tired of working to take care of you, so now you have a habit of wetting the bed. Shame, you're four years old stop wetting the bed."

"Yes Mom, forgive me, Mom, forgive me!"

"No need to be forgiven! You'll get into a habit if you're pitied," the man chided. As if authorizing his wife to continue torturing the poor girl.

"Move follow me!" the woman screeched. Satisfied with her torture, she pulled the fat child's hand away. There were visible marks of beatings still on the arms and some on the legs. Then there were the marks of the beating he had just received from his mother. "Tonight, you deserve to sleep outside!"

It seemed that the woman was not satisfied enough to give a punishment that looked like torture to the poor girl.

"Please, Don't do it to me, Mom. I'm afraid to sleep outside alone," she whined, accompanied by the sound of sobbing.

"You have to bear the consequences of your actions. I'm tired, Dina. Tired of taking care of you every day and the smell of your poop. You often break glasses and plates, and it's stressful for me to deal with!" The woman said.

"Feel it, brat!" The man seemed happy to see his stepdaughter being tortured by his wife, the girl's biological mother.

"Get out! And don't sleep in the room until you stop wetting the bed!" She pushed the girl's body to the ground.

"No, Mom! Forgive me. I'm sorry, Mom. I'm afraid of ghosts, Mom! I'm afraid to be alone outside!" The girl continued to whine, begging the woman to forgive her. But what happened, as if her compassion for her child was gone, the woman locked the door and left her daughter outside. "Please forgive me, Mom. I promise not to be naughty anymore. I promise to be a good girl, Mom!" she said again while looking outside. It was dark and scary. Moreover, in front of her was a large banyan tree. That was famous for being haunted.

The woman snorted. Her resentment had not gone away despite beating, torturing, and punishing her child to sleep outside.

"Already, don't you think about it? She deserves to sleep outside once in a while. Remember, you can't be soft and gentle with your child, habit. She will often argue and lie to you!"

Sobs continued to be heard, but gradually they were not as loud as before. She already looked very tired after crying for an hour. Not only that, but she also felt pain all over her body. But she tried to ignore it. The little girl kept begging, asking the woman to let her in. Unfortunately, her mother ignored her plea.

The innocent face was frightened, but what power? She had no more energy to bang on the door. Her body shuffled to sit in front of the door. She hid her head between her knees. Terrified, as well as exhausted.

This was not a once or twice occurrence. It always kept happening. And the outlet was always that innocent girl. With the slightest mistake, his parents were always angry and beat him until he was very dissatisfied.

Sometimes she missed her mother's old figure. Friendly, loving, and caring, and always hugged her when she was sad. She doesn't know when her mother changed. Even her stepfather used to love Dina like his own biological child.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry!" She occasionally babbled her apologies to her mother. "I promise... I promise I won't be naughty anymore, Mom. I promise I won't wet the bed or break glasses and plates, Mom!" She continued, continuing to be delirious. She forced her eyes to fall asleep outside the house.

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To Be Continued.