Aisha World

Lousy

"Om ....?" Aisyah stuttered when she found out, it turned out that the man she hit her face was not foreign.

"You? You're Aisyah, right?" The man was no less surprised.

'that's the one who bought me a cigarette when Zae told me to pay in the shop, why is he in a place like this? And he knows my name too.' Aisha wondered in her heart.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question. Are you right Aisyah?" The man broke Aisyah's daydream once more.

"Eh, i-iya, Om," said Aisha stammered.

"My name is Hassan." The man introduced himself to Aisha.

"Om Hassan? Em... sorry, um why are you here?" Aisyah.

Hassan reflexes was silent, but his net silently looked towards Aisyah who was still sitting down while grimacing in pain. The man then walked down that beautiful slender leg and looked up. What appeared before his eyes was, a beautiful, dazzling girl. She wears an open dress that shows off her twin fruits, which are dense and filled. Her appearance is charming and captivating.

What's the matter?" Suddenly Madam Jeni was already standing before them.

Aisyah immediately stood up, the pain in her buttocks she held.

Then Madam Jeni stared at Hassan. "Sir, when did you get here? Why don't I know?"

Hassan smiled at Madam Jeni. "Not long, Madam.

Hassan turned to Aisha. "Madam, what's he doing here?"

Madam Jeni looked at Aisyah. "Oh, this is a new item, maybe you can try it."

'New stuff? Oh my God, how could he liken me to goods, Aisha lamented in her heart.

Hassan stared intensely back at Aisyah, while Madam Jeni frowned, feeling something awkward.

"Oh yes .. I'm sorry, sir, do you seem to know him?"

Hassan and Aisyah were aghast, but Aisyah tried to be calm, while Hassan was seen looking for an excuse.

"You're wrong, madam, I'm upset, because he hit me" Hassan said, making Aisyah feel even more guilty.

Madam Jeni instantly turned her gaze towards Aisyah. "Hey, new boy, don't you know, Mr. Hasaan is our best customer here. So, please don't you make a troublemaker here."

"But, I ...."

"Already, no buts, now let's apologize with Mr. Hassan," said Madam Jeni without giving Aisyah a chance to continue her speech.

"Already, no need, madam, where's Ita?" Hassan asked one of the women of the night, who always served him.

"Duh, these few days, he didn't enter, sir, there's no confirmation either. Maybe he's sick from the cape. Oh yeah, why don't you try this new kid?" madam Jeni's proposal glanced at Aisyah.

Aisha gasped, as did Hassan. Both are equally awkward ....

Hasaan seemed to think for a moment, while Aisyah looked for a way to avoid Hassan, because she was embarrassed.

"How, Master?" madam Jeni asked as if she was impatient.

"How, Master? Are you willing, try Aisha's service?" Madam Jeni repeated her question again, because Hassan was silent.

Hassan exhaled, he was completely confused, because he himself did not know Aisyah more deeply. He only knew if Aisyah had ever bought him a cigarette, that was all!

"Yes, I'm waiting in a normal room" said Hassan immediately stepping his long legs into one of the rooms.

"Well, sir, the room is in order and complete with the facilities you need. You can wear it right away" said Madam Jeni.

Hassan did not say, he just went into the hotel room in question.

Then, Madam Jeni stared at Aisyah. "Hey, new boy, you serve him. Don't be disappointed, he's the most special VIP here. If you let her down, then you have disappointed me too. And I won't hesitate to fire you!"

Aisyah fell silent, she really did not expect to have entered in that cursed place. She longed to cancel her job, but at once she remembered her mother, as well as the loss her brother, Zaenal, had made.

'Oh my God, forgive me. If you are on the wrong path. But, I really need a lot of money right now, Aisyah's inner self.

Not felt, Netra Aisyah was wet, she suddenly felt despicable, had entered the place of the curse.

"Hey! Are you planning to work or not? Instead of daydreaming, it's there, now you go into room B, and you serve Mr. Hassan well" hardened Madam Jeni.

"I-iya, Ma-madam," stuttered Aisyah then walked towards the room in question.

Aisyah opened the door, and entered slowly inside. He turned his head towards Hassan who was laying down his body on a king-size bed. However, Aisyah was just standing at the corner of the door.

The girl turned to her left and to her right, ' said Tini at her karaoke place, why is this the bedroom? Where's Mike doing the singing? There is no music either.'

"Hey, Ayesha .. come here," said Hassan, who saw Ayesha standing still.

"Ba-good, Om." Aisyah walked slowly, until she finally approached Hassan. He sits on the edge of the bed.

"How long have you been working in this place?" Hassan asked Aisha.

"Sa-I'm only here tonight, Om," Soraya said.

"Why do you work in a place like this?" asked Hassan frowning.

Aisha lowered her gaze ....

"Hey, I asked, why isn't it answered?" ask Hassan again.

"I work to fund my mother's treatment, Om. And yesterday my sister also acted, so there was a loss that had to be replaced," replied Aisyah.

Hassan sighed, he felt concerned for Aisyah.

"Yes, now serve me" Hassan said.

The deg!

Aisyah's heart skipped a beat, the rhythm was irregular, she was confused where to start.

"Hey, why shut up? Isn't fulfilling the guest's wishes your duty?" reprimand Hassan friendly.

"Pardon me, Om ... how, if you wear something else?" stuttering Aisyah.

Hassan was even more astonished by Aisyah's attitude. But he refused to argue with the girl. Then Hassan grabbed his bag and took ten million and gave it to Aisha.

Aisyah was wide-eyed, when she turned to the money ....

"Serve me, and the money will be yours!" said Hassan in a firm tone.

Aisyah did not blink looking at the money, let alone knowing the amount.

'ten million? Am I dreaming? That kind of money can be used to treat the mother to the hospital, Aisyah's mind is full of hope.

"Dad?"

Hassan's call made Aisha flinch. "Eh, i-yes, Om?" stuttered.

"Wait for what else? Come serve me. Is the money lacking?" said Hassan who was impatient.