Hey guys! This story contains depiction of abuse. Read at your own risk. I also want to mention, this story is fully fictional. However the depiction may have happened before or still happening. The religious context in this story is true.
Chapter 1
Maya stood still, looking out the window of her small wooden
quaint house. The sky was cloudy and dark, and she knew it was about to rain.
She was wearing her prayer’s attire, while holding a Koran on her right hand,
waiting patiently for the prayer’s time. Upon hearing the roaring storm, she
quickly put down the holy book and rushed out the room. Her mother was sitting
by the door, tired with the works she had been doing the whole morning.
To provide for the family, the 40-years
old wife to a drunkard had to look after a small paddy field that was just a
pebble throw away from their house. Upon seeing Maya, she quickly stood up.
“Maya go get the clothes!” she
said as the first drop of rain began to bang on their rusted-zinc roof. Maya quickly abided and hasted herself to
help her seemingly weak mother. For a nineteen year old girl, she certainly did
her best to help improve the life of her family. Her daily routine included making
kuih pisang, a famous Malayan dish made
of banana, to be sold across the small village.
Maya fetched a white scarf before
heading down the narrow wooden stairs, to cover her long-straight-black hair,
even though there were possibly no men around their house. The nearest neighbour
they had was a little over a quarter mile away but Maya couldn’t help but feel
obligated to cover her hair from any men that could possibly see her. For Maya,
it was her virtue to uphold the teaching of Islam in her life and never had she
felt forced to wear it.
She was already half soaked by
the abrupt heavy rain when she pulled the last piece of clothing off the wires
where they hang them when she saw a man walking towards her. She didn’t
recognize him at first due to the blurring rain but a moment later she figured
that it was her dad. She quickly ran upstairs.
“Mother, dad is here!” she warned
her.
“How is he?” her mother started
to worry. The last time her husband came home, he was drunk and abusive. “Hurry
up go to your room and lock the door!”
Maya
obliged, as she had already seen how abusive her father could be. It was only 5
o’clock in the evening at that time but the heavy rain and clouds made the
surrounding so dark, and cold. She locked the thin plywood door of her room and
sat while she hugged her knees. As she looked over her arms, she noticed the
bruises of the last time her dad beat her had not fully faded yet. It was a
little over a week ago.
“Maya!!”
She was
terrified. Although she couldn’t listen to them clearly outside, she could tell
they were fighting. Her mother screamed and shouted in a very heated
altercation with her dad, who kept calling for Maya. What could happen next?
She was scared she would be beaten again for no reason. It wasn’t long before
her dad slammed the door of her room, just right after she heard a slapping
sound. Probably her mother was smacked to the floor. She began to cry in
anxiousness, as she prayed to God to keep her safe before she quickly grab the
Koran by her side as she hugged it tight.
As
expected, the door crashed open. The lightning struck a few times, illuminating
the silhouette of her dad on the door as he moved closer.
“Come
with me!” he shouted, as he began to pull Maya by her wet shirt.
“No!!
Please dad, leave me alone!” she screamed in pain as her father struck her face
with a mighty force. She kept groaning hysterically as he pulled harder, this
time by her hair. Her already weak mother came from behind in disgust.
“Get
away you old crazy man!” her mother screeched as she hit her husband from
behind repeatedly.
The man
swung her elbow which landed upon her mother face. She collapsed to the ground
in agony. He later pulled Maya by her hair to the front door and down the stairs
as she kept struggling, with her already swollen eyes from crying. Her slender
frame couldn’t fight with her dad even with all her might. Her mother’s nose was
bleeding when she called Maya one last time before she fainted, shaken on the
cold floor.
“If you don’t
stop struggling I’m going to hit you until you stop!” he warned as he dragged
her to his truck under the heavy storm. They were both soaked and her tears
were all washed away by the unforgiving rain. As she kept fighting, he did what
he had to do.
She blacked out.
***
Maya’s head was ringing as she tried to open her eyes. She
was somewhere she didn’t recognize. The buzzing streets, the orange street
lamp. One thing was certain. She was in the city. As she didn’t know how long
she fainted, she couldn’t quite figure out where she could be, as the nearest
city was over four hours drive away from the village. Then she felt fingers on
her lips. Her dad tried to force her to eat a pill, and she reluctantly open
her mouth. Her dad chugged maybe two or three of the pills into her mouth
before flooding it with water. Then she fell back into unconsciousness.
The few
times Maya could open her eyes to see and remember, she saw blurry images of
her dad receiving a stack of money, and leaving her all alone with some strangers.
Her worst fear could be lurking right in front of her, sold as a prostitute. But
she was too weak to even move her limbs, so the strangers had to lift her to a
bed.
Maya couldn’t
remember much about what was happening that night. She was dizzy, momentarily conscious,
then fell asleep again multiple times. Her head was spinning and she felt numb,
all over her body. Sometimes, they forced her to drink what she would assume as
alcohol, something she had never done her entire life. She puked and fainted,
and the cycle repeated through the night, though honestly she didn’t know long
has passed. She constantly could hear loud thumping music outside and when she
caught a glimpse of her body, she saw herself naked, with bruises, and she also
remembered a man’s body lying on top of her but the images were all blurry. She
wanted to cry but couldn’t as she had no more energy.
***
“Hey.” A man’s voice is heard.
Maya opened her eyes. The bright light from the window stung her eyes so she
kept them half-open. That time she was
fully conscious. She moved her aching body, quickly sat up.
“Where am I?” she asked
frantically while she pulled a blanket to cover her naked body.
“You’re safe. That was great last
night, what you did.” The man said as he stood up and pulled his trousers back.
He then reached for a couple notes, and threw it on the bed. “Here’s a little
extra for you.” He continued.
Maya was shocked. She presumed
she was raped but at the same time, she was thinking of a way to get out of
there. She reached for the man’s hand. “Please, sir! Take me out of here!” she
pleaded as she began to cry.
The man snapped off her arm. Then
he continued to put on his shirt. “Don’t act crazy.” He said in his deep husky
voice. The man was around 6 foot tall by his look and he was a little muscular.
Not like ripped, but he had athletic body. Maya quickly get on her knees and
held the man’s leg.
“Please! Please!” she begged
while she cried. “I have never done it before. You are my first.” She reasoned.
“Take me away….”
The man then shrugged her off and
went out the room. Maya was left all alone on the floor, in pain.
“Oh God, please help me!” she
sobbed until her head began to hurt. “What did I do to deserve this.” She questioned
herself. As she looked around, she saw bottles of alcohol, a used condom and
some pills on the table. She cried harder as she couldn’t find the strength to
even stand up and continue living.
Suddenly the door was opened.
“Come along.” The man who had
left earlier came back. “I’m going to take you out of here.”
She suddenly felt a sense of
hope, ignited by the words he said. She quickly dressed, and she took a towel
from the room to cover her head again, as she didn’t have any scarf.
The walk out from the club was
agonizing and shocking for Maya, as she had never before seen anything like
that in her life. People dancing and drinking, red and blue lights blinking,
loud music, everything was new for her.
As she
got in his shining Audi A8, she began to question. “What happened last night,
sir?”
The man
started the engine as he looked at her deeply. “I thought you enjoyed it? I
certainly do.”
“No… I…
couldn’t even remember anything. Was there any other men other than you?”
“No I was
the only one last night.”
She
tried to hold her tears back as she gulped.
“It’s
better for you to serve me alone. I bought you from the club.” He explained.
She realized she could never be free.
“Can you
please send me back to my family?” she pleaded again, this time softly. The man
began to get angry.
“Can you
just be happy I took you out from there?!” She was scared and remained silent.
The man
drove away. She quietly sat by his side as she observed the city. Kuala Lumpur.
She had never been here before. In fact, it was one of her dreams to see the
city as she saw it all the time on TV. At least the beautiful skyline
distracted her from what had happened to her.
“Can you
please charge this?” the man said while they were on the way, as he handled her
his Iphone 8.
“I… I
really don’t know how, sir.” She said. He looked at her in confusion. As he
tried to grab the phone from her hand, she quickly pulled her hand, afraid that
he might touch her hand. He was stunned, realizing that this girl, was really
something else. He himself is a Muslim but he had never met such a pious woman
in his life. Also he had never practice Islamic teachings before.
As they
arrived, he asked her to go inside the house. She was surprised. The house was
a luxury bungalow, but very isolated from the city and it was the most
beautiful thing she had ever seen.
“This is
my…. Other house.” He said. “I will not sleep here all the time because I will
be at my parent’s house, with my fiancé.”
She
nodded.
“I want
you to stay here, tend to the house and make it as yours. I will buy you
clothes and foods every day and you will give me your body when I need it.
Deal?” he explained.
She
stood in silence with her head looking down. Obviously she wasn’t happy with
the arrangement but since she couldn’t beg for her freedom, she asked for one
thing.
“Can I just
ask you this one thing, sir?” She said shakily. “Marry me.”
He was
stunned. He understood immediately why she wanted to do it. She was already
willing but she just didn’t want to commit the sin of premarital sex, as it is prohibited in the religion.
“I will.” he assured.
To be continued…
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