Gita Dusk Geetruida
An Unintentional Meeting

Internment Camp December 1942.

The atmosphere of the internment camp is crowded as usual, the mothers are busy with household activities in general, cleaning, washing, cooking and taking care of other needs with minimal and makeshift facilities. Although the camp was surrounded by a high fence wrapped in barbed wire but did not reduce the fanfare in the place. However, the similarity of fate brings them closer to each other.

But there was something unusual, in one corner of the room, Sekar and Adolf seemed busy taking care of an old man they called Papa Steur. Good-natured father, founder of an orphanage in Magelang. Panti which accommodates abandoned children resulting from intermarriage between Europeans with Javanese, children of war victims or children who are deliberately entrusted because of parents who are unable to.

Papa Steur experienced a fairly alarming illness, probably because the camp environment is less clean so that it affects the condition of the old man susceptible to the virus.

"Pi, what should we do? Medicines from home health can not reduce the suffering of papa," said Sekar.

"I'll meet the camp leader" Adolf said.

"What if they refuse and punish you later?"

"It's okay, we've been taking care of this papa but it's not healing it can even be dehydrated, I'll try it even if it fails, at least we've tried."

By limping and dragging his feet slightly, Adolf ventured to meet their camp leader.

"Sir, sorry can we take Papa Steur to the hospital? He had quite severe diarrhea. We've brought you to the health house but it doesn't bring results."

"What is your business with the old man?" ask the camp leader.

"He was our best friend, the owner of an orphanage in Magelang, a non-military activist who was opposed to the Japanese empire" Adolf replied.

"Why if he's a humanitarian activist, if he's a good man let his God heal in a miraculous way, or let him die."

"Please sir, I beg you. I'm afraid that the virus is spreading and could have infected you as well as the other soldiers who are guarding here."

The camp leader seemed to think for a moment.

"Alright, I'll have the medical team from the hospital come here, so you don't have to leave this place."

"Thank you, sir."

"Hey, it's not free. Here, massage my body."

"Yes, sir." Adolf, who had previously been a high-ranking officer, was willing to humble himself to serve the camp's leadership, which, if followed, was far below Adolf's military level, but their current status was merely an offer of war at the camp.

***

Sekar was flabbergasted when he saw the medical team that was brought in to check on Papa Steur. Despite wearing a mask, Sekar recognizes it is the doctor Yusuf his son-in-law and one of the nurses is Clay, his eldest son. Likewise, Clay who saw his mother's whereabouts, quickly put his index finger in front of his lips as a code of silence because there are Japanese soldiers who oversee their interactions.

Joseph who understood the situation wrote something on the prescription paper and secretly gave it to Sekar. 'Mom, we finally found your whereabouts. How are you doing? please write something, tomorrow we try to come here again.

"No. No one can get out of this place" said the soldier.

"Well, while we give these drugs first, if it's allowed tomorrow we come here again with more adequate medicine and equipment."

The soldier seemed to think.

"Tomorrow we bring vitamins and supplements to the leaders and staff who guard in this camp, so as not to get tired easily and maintain stamina so as not to easily contract the disease of the inhabitants of this camp," Yusuf added.

The guard came straight out of Papa Steur's room, as if he was about to consult with his leader before deciding.

"Mommy, Clay misses," Clay hugs Sekar after the bodyguard dies.

The taste of haru ripples when those who have been separated for a long time, meet again in a much different state.

"Your father refused to return to the Netherlands, so we were forced to settle here" Sekar said.

"Where's papi?"

"There were in this camp as well, probably doing the whistle that the army asked for. Your father was a bit limp due to being shot the other day, so he was not sent to Thailand as a car maker, your papi here, every day take care of the cleanliness of the army room and gardening.

"What about Aya was she in the horde of children playing outside?"

As she shook her head, her crying broke. "Yes ... Aya, was forcibly picked up by the bodyguard she worked for because she tried to defend herself when she was almost harassed by the host."

"Yes, God .." Clay choked. Clay understood the meaning of the girls who were forcibly picked up by the Japanese army, would certainly be thrown into the ianjo, becoming slaves to lust there.

"I and Joseph will search the ianjo where Aya is placed hopefully still in Batavia," Clay promised. Not long after the guards came, and Clay moved away from Sekar, as if he did not know each other.

Joseph, who overheard the conversation his wife and in-laws immediately understood the situation, wrote something on the prescription paper and secretly gave it to Sekar. 'Mom, we finally found your whereabouts. Can we meet papi and alderts too? Tomorrow we'll be here again.'

Now knowing, being able to meet Clay and Joseph who coincidentally was one of God's kindness to his family, he could not hope for more because to be able to meet again, was quite risky for them.

It is not uncommon for them to see their families tortured and even killed before their own eyes if they violate or do something that is not pleasing.

***

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Isao, who initially wanted to quickly return to the tangsi to meet Aya, was canceled due to Sumi's temptation. The sensual helper of understanding seemed to tirelessly serve his lust.

After being satisfied to find her master on the living room sofa, Sumi pulled him into the bedroom. Sumi pushed Isao's innocent body back and pampered the man's entire body with licks and friendly kisses by unceasingly placing his slimy heavenly slit into Isao's mouth and then down so that his groin was fully filled by the master's blunt sword, then pressing and twirling his reflection with pressure and give a shake that always makes Isao groan favors.

"G ... Sumi, yours is so good, you sleep here as long as Monic isn't there, '" raved Isao. Sumi did not reply, without being asked she would give herself up to share the warmth. As he used to do, if Monic was not sleeping at home then he would accompany his master in the master bedroom