Baby Sugar

"sorry I'm not interested and not interested"

Sunlight raced through the exposed curtains, trying to glare at and judge humans of different sexes who were not yet legal in orange blankets.

Sinta blinked her eyes, half of her life had not yet been collected, she tried to gather memories of her suddenly being in this grey painted room.

Sinta rubbed her eyes so many times, trying this was just a dream, why did her boarding room suddenly change shape?

Sinta tried to rise up to go to the glass window which is the medium of entry of the warmth of the sun.

"www!" he shouted when he realized that there was a heavy burden holding his waist. Sinta did not realize that there was a heavy hand coiled on her body, she had difficulty getting absent.

'Hoamm!' The owner of the burly hand was awakened from a beautiful dream, distracted by the woman trying to get rid of her arm.

"Eye, Sinta. Are you awake, baby?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Don't come any closer, Om. Stop that!" Sinta jumped from the bed, she shuffled to the bedroom door, twirling the door handle but locked.

"So you want to run away? Don't want the money, dong?" Om Jaya instead teases Sinta by winking her eyes.

Instantly Sinta collapsed, she cried sobbing, apparently her memory had all recovered. Even more surprised, when he found his body that was not wearing a thread. Sinta's eyes quickly scanned where her clothes were. His clothes and underwear scattered in several places, maybe because he was forced last night, so he did not care anymore about the existence of his body cloth cover.

Sinta picked up her shirt and put it on, he found some tears in the chest, waist, and other fine tears in some parts. But he still wears it, enough to cover his body, rather than not wearing it at all, right?

Om Jaya smiled amusedly at the behavior of her sugar babby. He put away the blanket and shuffled up to pick up a towel in the hotel closet that had been prepared.

'Yeahaaa!' Sinta shouted suddenly, making Om Jaya who wanted to find the towel follow in shock, reflexes turned towards Sinta.

"Love why? There's a ghost, huh? Where's the ghost?" ask Om Jaya while looking to the right and to the left. He approached Sinta.

"Stop! Don't come any closer, close 'it' Om!" Sinta pointed to Om Jaya's body while the other hand covered her face.

"Ha ha ha, you're so funny, Sinta. Okay-okay, I'll cover it up, but after the shower," she said as she grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around her body. Om Jaya grabbed another towel, then walked towards Sinta.

"Now," he handed her a towel, "Wish to take a shower first? Or shower together?" goda.

"No! Go!" Sinta grabbed the towel that was proffered, then moved away.

Om Jaya just smiled faintly, then went to the bathroom.

While Sinta was filled with feelings of guilt, sadness, anger, disappointment, annoyance, resentment, all mixed into one. He's upset. His hand squeezed the towel on his lap, his chest was swollen, his tears were not shed either. Many times he curses himself, thinking he is disgusting at the moment.

"I hate, I hate!" he roared while shaking his feet. Now he rolls on the floor of the room, like a tantric child, then sits and ruffles his hair, kicks his feet into the closet, not forgetting the mattress that bears witness to the disgusting mute being torn apart.

'Yeah!' later growled.

Om Jaya who just came out of the bathroom was surprised by the state of the room that was disheveled. He immediately approached the suspect who ruffled the hotel room.

"Love, can you shut up for a minute while I take a shower?"

Sinta who heard it became angry, he considered that all his fault, even though he was a victim.

"Your satisfaction?! After what you got from me, after my most beautiful crown you took?!" the rauma then cried. He sniffles. Om Jaya who understands the condition of Sinta, immediately gave a hug, trying to calm down.

"Bring it, we'll have breakfast. Don't torture yourself, just enjoy the plot ...." The soft voice of the man who last night desecrated him now seemed to awaken his awareness of his behavior.

Sinta was still flinching, Om jaya grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom. Closing the door from the outside.

Krieet!

Sinta again opened the door with a confused face.

"Well, haven't had a shower yet?" tanya Om Jaya rubbed her hair with a towel.

"I-I, Em, don't have a change of clothes ...," she said.

"Oh about that, don't think about it, you take a shower first, I'll take care of your change of clothes. Shower ...." Om Jaya grabbed her phone on the nightstand, then swiped the screen.

Sinta again closed the bathroom door, she took off her clothes and put them on the door hanger.

Fortunately, the bathroom provides two types of facilities, namely bathing with a shower or with a bathtub. Sinta chose the bathtub, he used to shower using a dipper. While the shower, just saw the foreign difference in the real world.

Finished cleaning the body, Sinta immediately wrapped her body with a towel. Then he came out of the bathroom. The first sight that sucked his attention was a plastic bag that looks luxurious on a mattress. Om Jaya turned her body from the window.

"That's for you, put it on. In a moment we have breakfast at the Gladia II restaurant" he said steadily as he pointed at the bag on the bed.

Hesitating Sinta glanced towards the item mentioned. His hand slowly grabbed the luxurious plastic bag, the new age this time he was holding such an object, usually just a regular tote Kresek used to hold vegetables when he was shopping at the greengrocer.

It turned out that in the bag there was another package, Sinta grabbed a gray cloth that looked at the end. Sinta spread out the cloth, it turned out to be a dress similar to her shirt last night borrowed from Laura. Sinta praised the beauty of the shirt, she was very impressed by it.

There was a package that overlaid the gray dress, Sinta deftly opened it.

"Whoa! So pretty!" sinta said while closing her mouth. He found a variety of makeup, such as powder sprinkles, solid powder, lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush, and brush make up. For a whole new age this time he has a fancy dresser like that, while in his boarding house he only uses my ba*y sow powder. Om Jaya turned her head when she heard Sinta exclaim, she only smiled thinly and full of mystery.

Another item contained in the plastic bag was a set of women's underwear, of course for him.

"I-this is all ... for Sinta?" tanyanya hesitated with sparkling eyes.

"Ma-thank you, Om. But when is the contract money paid, Om?"

"Hem, any minute, I don't have any cash on hand. Oh right, don't you understand your job yet, sweet boy?" Om Jaya walked closer, with a fraction of a centimetre distance, she could smell the fragrance of the bath soap on Sinta's body, exciting.

"E-eh, does that mean my job was like last night?"

"Em, yeah. Whenever I need, you must be willing, because you've been contracted. The contract money is fifty million. While later when shopping, you can shop with my money, all I bear!" shouted firmly. The man started to hold Sinta's chin back.

"Excuse me, I-I want to wear clothes," elak Sinta while carrying a gray dress and underwear. He walked to the bathroom.

Even though his body was already seen by the opposite sex, even tasted, he was still very embarrassed if his body was seen by the opposite sex.

Finished wearing clothes, Sinta hesitantly stepped towards the large mirror.

"Perfect, very pretty!" A loud praise came out from the mouth of the man who stained him.

Sinta could not hide her smile. He likes to be flattered. Then he grabbed a comb and dried his hair. Because, soon they will slide into the restaurant, his appearance is required to be perfect.

***

Sinta seemed to enjoy her breakfast, as well as Om Jaya. After finishing eating, Om Jaya invited Sinta to the ATM first, then brought Sinta to the mall, to buy whatever needs he wanted.

'Waw, really good shoes, the clothes are good too, the bags, watches, necklaces, earrings, all good!' praise Sinta in your heart.

Om Jaya who knew the twinkle of admiration in Sinta's eyes, smiled faintly again. For him Sinta is a village girl who has just plunged into city life. Entering the mall and restaurant alone is the most foreign thing for the village girl. Om Jaya smiled faintly once again, she liked Sinta's attitude.

At that moment, Sinta forgot the incident that happened to her last night. Now, his mind was focused on pretty things that had never been seen in a lifetime. Let alone the items in the mall, through the revolving mall door is the most luxurious thing, especially being able to shop in the mall, it is amazing!

Sinta will remember the event of shopping in this luxurious place, how not? From childhood until last home a few months ago, he and his family can only buy clothes, or in the sense of used clothes. Used clothes sold in the village market are clothes that are still worth using, although sometimes there are some holes in the fabric. Per sheet of clothes priced between 3-10 thousand, depending on small size, quality, beauty, and color faded.

Likewise with subordinates such as pants or skirts. School clothes that he wore everyday, also bought at the merchant clothes rombengan. As small and ugly as any form of clothing in his village, there is still a price, maybe so difficult livelihood, so that any item is sold.

Sinta wants this one, can ya, Om?" Sinta pointed at a green tosca pajama.

"Take as you like" said the man who had smiled himself. Then he approached and whispered, "Hm, but I think you should have lingerie to beautify your look in bed" she said to avoid being heard by the saleswoman who happened to pass by.

"Lingerie what is it? Dress like an artist? Time' only with clothes can wear in bed. Ck ck, weird," said Sinta while tilting her head. Baffled.

"So you don't know what lingerie is?" Om Jaya repeated the question.

"Right Om, Sinta doesn't know. Sinta yunya keblinger only, if the linger-linger like Om said earlier, Sinta does not know." Sinta is telling the truth as it is. In fact, she did not know what lingerie was. Understandably, she is a village girl again. Unlike Laura, who lived in the city for a month, she already had many childhood friends, unlike her who was a bit quiet.

"OK, if Sinta doesn't know. Now Om calls on the salesman to take you to the lingerie booth" she said, waving to one of the salespeople.

"Well, where are you going?" tanya Sinta did not understand.

"I'll wait in the room, yes, I'll tell the salesperson, tell me to drive you after shopping" said Om Jaya. His hand pointed at a door in the corner of the mall.

"Oh yeah, use this card when you pay for your groceries, yeah!" Om Jaya handed over an ATM card to Sinta.

Sinta is more confused by this, is it so complicated to be a rich man? Why pay for groceries alone must use all cards? Just pay with money, how to bother? That was what Sinta had in mind.

"Can I help you?" ask the saleswoman who is a woman.

"Please take this woman to the lingerie booth, after that, between her looking for all the needs she wants," he explained. "And this," Om Jaya spent fifty thousand, "This is tip money for you. Don't forget, accompany where I'm this woman shopping!" said. The woman in question Om Jaya is Sinta.

"Thank you, sir. Let me drop you off, Ma'am." Pramuniaga gave way to Sinta to walk in front. Sinta even grabbed the arm of the salesman.

"Cold, Ma'am. AC's late. Duh, I am not strong, my favorite mah, the breeze in the middle of the rice field," explained Sinta plain.

The salesman smiled, only to realize that the woman he was leading was now a village woman, or perhaps from the village, and had just settled in the city. Of course the salesman's guess was not wrong, although it could not be said to be true, because Sinta had been living in the city for almost two years.

"It's okay, Ma'am. Later also used to the same AC. Maybe Mbak's body has not adjusted," explained the salesman.

"That's it, Ma'am. Biasalah, I'm a villager, ma'am. Not yet familiar with the lives of people in the city," replied Sinta while spelling out the steps of the salesperson.

"Same, Ma'am. I also used to be from the village, migrating to the city to find work. Thank God for a job that is not hot, and most importantly it is halal."

Instantly Sinta was glued to where she stood, she felt stunned by the salesman's speech just now. Wasn't the one who brought him here the one who had desecrated him? Start illegal money that will be the cost of his life?

"Hey, Ma'am. How to daydream? Don't look at the lingerie models, huh?" ask the salesman to surprise Sinta.

"E-e, anu, i-this is my leg tingling all of a sudden, Ma'am. It could not be moved before," said Sinta gave an excuse.

"Jeez, is that true? Want me to massage her feet first? Which side is sick?"

"Eh, no, no more, ma'am. Let's get me a look at the lingerie."

Sinta and the saleswoman arrived at the lingerie booth, Sinta covered her face with both hands.

"Well, why close your face, ma'am? I'm just seeing a ghost!" ask the salesman while approaching Sinta.

"So that's Ma'am, so this is lingerie?" Finally Sinta lowered her hands from her face, and observed the line of clothes lacking the material that was plastered so much in front of her. Incidentally, there were only two visitors in the corner. So, Sinta's village babble is not too heard.