ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter V: The So-Girl

Sunday Night. The night that every couple looks forward to. But it's a nightmare for singles like me. But this Sunday night is the unforgettable Sunday night of my life.

The clear sky is star-studded. The city of Surabaya looks shiny, like a young girl who preaches. The population began to spread to remove fatigue that is confined throughout the day. The throbbing of the metropolis began to be felt in several places. Traffic jams crept in the main lines.

I've been trapped in it. As promised Andre, today will be invited to taste a piece of world enjoyment. Likewhat?

I don't know either.

What is clear at this time is that there is a deep curiosity mixed with a nervous sense. Just hope this all ends well.

Honestly, I'm a little bit worried. Do not let Andre drown in the night world whose enjoyment is not brimless. I promised myself I'd run away if I saw something that wasn't right. Whether it's drugs or booze. I am not a fanatic with religion, but for self-destructive affairs I am strongly opposed.

An hour earlier, Andre had really made me different from the others. I borrowed a shirt that was a bit bright in color and the model was contemporary, but not tacky. I estimate the price must be hundreds of thousands.

The same pants I wear. It's kind of tight, and I feel sexy. Maybe you'll be upset if he finds out I'm wearing pants like this.

The hair is also dressed, combed with spike models and made shiny with expensive pomade spreads. I don't seem to be buying a pomade model like this. Because the brand is difficult to pronounce in Indonesian. Andre must have bought it online.

Not only the business of clothes and hair, Andre also saw the footwear that I wear. Understandably, it is common to go to the rice fields so I am comfortable when wearing flip-flops.

“Throw that Swallowmu flip-flops!” andre said firmly.

“Enak just throw it away! Gini-gini buy it with money!”

“Halah! Soan sandals in my house just make a door wedge!”

As a result, I lent him amazingly cool shoes. I've seen something like this in magazines. To his surprise, Andre's money was a lot. I hope he doesn't get it by mopping!

But it's only natural that Andre's money is a lot. Andre grew up in a fairly well-to-do family. I've seen his father, looking into the contract. His father looks so priyayi. His skin is clean white, his clothes are expensive and it is clear that he is a person who is well-off.

After the make over show ended, I stood in front of the mirror. I was so shocked and barely recognized myself. Andre's right. Actually I'm handsome, just been poorly maintained.

I look so shining. My confidence rose dramatically by a thousand percent. Like a male panty model, I walked out of Andre's room gracefully. But really not the positive response I get.

Doni immediately laughed crazily, coupled with short long ninyir. Farhan immediately beristighfar dozens of times.

Do you think you see what demons?

“Fins. Similar..” said Doni.

“Finish who?” my many. My hunch is not good.

Must look ugly!

“Like lonely om-om!” doni's laughter exploded.

“Jiih .. !” my confidence dropped again.

“Aah! Don't have to be horrified. The Doni even though it is dressed by any model can not be cool. Just calm! Cockroach,” said Andre.

“Not late at night! Kasian girl..” message Farhan.

“Nggeeeh Mr Ustadz!” answer Andre.

Anjiiir!

We also set off accompanied by the constant nyinyinyiran Doni.

There is no ethics of Doni!

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Our motorbike entered a large parking area, in front of a luxury Mediterranean-style house. Unfortunately, only a few motorcycles were parked there. The rest are just luxury cars. My hunch started to squirm. This community will feel foreign to me. But with confidence Andre strengthened me.

Yes it is! Wallahua’lam.

We entered a large, luxurious room. There are a lot of people I don't know there. The music sounds thumping. I think it's more like a discotheque. I was so awkward getting into that room. Andre greeted the people there a lot. Apparently Andre is very famous among those. His men are dressed in matchless fashion. Most of the women were dressed sexy.

Duh! I think I'm stuck in the wrong place.

I can't imagine being stuck in a sandal clip coming into this room. Must have been kicked out by the thick-bodied security who had been pacing back and forth.

In the middle of the room was a circular sofa. There are some people sitting there. Andre told me to sit on that couch, while he wandered off somewhere. Some girls were also sitting at that place. Their clothes.

Oh God!

I can't bear to describe it. One of them even smoked.

Athaghfirullah!

“What's the name, Mas?” ask a girl with short hair.

Her face is pretty, but I don't think it's as natural as Dian Sastro. His face was much covered. The powder layer was so thick, that it looked more like an undead as its face was very white. Her lips were polished with a bright red lipstick. His eyelashes are long and curved. Maybe this is called anti-storm eyelashes.

“I.aku Abi” replied I was a bit nervous.

The vow is horror!

“The theme is Mas Andre?”

“Iya”

“New first time here?”

“Iya”

How am I being so clumsy? More nervous to face Amel than Lusi.

Suddenly Andre approached with a glass of red drink like blood. My mind is no longer. I'm afraid maybe he'll give you some wine or something. I looked at Andre with great attention. Andre just smiled.

“Do not worry. This is Fanta. Non alcohol. Yes I know if you don't drink alcohol”

I received a glass from Andre's hand. I gulped slowly, letting the fizzy liquid wet the dry esophagus. Feels fresh and cold. Yeah, I don't think it's an alcoholic drink.

“Drink a lot huh, Mas!” Amel.

I'm nodding.

Meanwhile, the music played was increasingly rancak. My knowledge of music is good, because I like to listen to the radio. I don't know what music is playing. It feels so strange and strange.

“You jogging with me, Mas?” tawar Amel's.

“I'll just wait here, Mbak”

“Kok mbak anyway? Call Amel, Mas?”

“Oh yes sorry, Ma'am. Uh, Mel!”

“Yuk we joged!” without the ba-bi-bu Amel grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the room.

There, many couples jogged around.

While me?

I was confused as to what kind of jog. All my life I've never jogged. It looked awkward and stupid in the middle of the room. It even feels like Mr. Bean is so concerned.

Confidently, Amel wrapped her beautiful body in front of me. I'm really stuck in a precarious situation. If I may, I would like to call 911 to be free from this situation.

In the end I was tired. Andre is going around again. Not only did he introduce Amel, but he introduced a dozen girls whose names were strange. I don't remember any of their names, except for Amel.

“Where Bi? You happy with not?” ask Andre.

I didn't answer. Andre should be able to read from my face if he doesn't feel comfortable here. But he was less sensitive to what I was feeling.

“Have you asked for Amel's phone number?” ask Andre again.

“Not just Ndre!”

“Why?”

“Nothing.”

“Less beautiful?”

“Ngak. No need!”

“OK. Next time introduce the same more beautiful.”

“Not bother!”

Eleven o'clock and fifteen minutes, I started to get nervous. Usually at this hour I have been snoring while listening to Ki Narto Sabdo's skin puppet broadcast in RRI.

“Yuk home! You are already sleepy like,” said Andre.

“Yuk!” I immediately agreed.

When I walked home, I saw two girls in super sexy clothes approaching us.

“Maas! Maas!” shout them.

“Iya why?” ask Andre.

“Can our anterin go home?” ask one of them.

“Waduh, can not mbak. We ride the motor,” replied Andre.

“Yaah” they look disappointed.

“Let's use us for free, Mas” one of the girls said.

“Means?” ask Andre again.

My feeling is starting to get bad. I see these girls are not ordinary either. Their legs are rather large for a woman size. Hairy anyway!

Then I saw his arm. Slightly muscular for a woman's size. And, last I saw a jakun on his neck...

Anjiiiiarrr!!

Andre apparently understood that the girls we were dealing with were so-called girls. He smiled, then left them.

“Search for others only yes, Mas!” andre said firmly.

Mas's?

Haha.

Being teased by us!

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