Beautiful Tailor

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Currently the three of them were still in the living room of the Dance house.

"What kind of light do you want?" said Ms. Hanifa cynically staring at Tari.

"Give me a few days, ma'am. Or at least one week, let me work for money," replied Tari with tears unraveling.

"If you sew, your sewing wage will be long collected to pay for this rented house that has been delinquent. How long should I wait?"

"I'm gonna find work out ma'am, maybe I'll go to town."

Bu Hanifa and Sandi chuckled at the words of Dance.

"What do you want to do? a hooker?" said Ms. Hanifa lightly.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim," sizzle Dance.

"San, you said she had a boyfriend riding in the car right? where is her boyfriend? how can you help anyway?" said Ms. Hanifa quipped Tari.

Back the mother and son chuckled, as if they were both very happy if Tari suffered.

"Jaudah gini aja," Sandi approached where Tari stood and put her left hand to the shoulder of Tari.

Quickly Dance shifted and dodged from Sandi.

"Sok deny you!!!" said Ms. Hanifa in a dislike tone.

Sandi repeated her words, but this time she did not embrace Tari, "Judah gini aja, your debt is repaid, will you?"

Dari stared in disbelief at Sandi, and immediately nodded her head repeatedly.

Sandi smiled happily, "You don't have to pay the rent anymore, do you want?"

Dance swallowed her saliva and nodded her head again.

"But you have to marry Mas, will you?"

This time, Dance was silent. "Oh my God, what is this ordeal?" he murmured in the heart.

"Why? don't wanna?" said Sandi.

"So if you don't want to, where do you want to get money? Than you prostitute yourself the same people mending the same Mas. Some of you are free to have a girlfriend in the car but can not help," continued Sandi.

"Or not-don't, the rental car that your boyfriend uses?" Ms. Hanifa added.

Silent, there was no answer from Tari, her lips were tightly closed, but her tears kept flowing. He was crying without a sound. Her chest feels tight.

Sandi as if giving a code to her mother. Ms. Hanifa stepped out of the house and closed the door.

Sandi took a step closer to Dari, then walked around Dari. He stopped right in front of Tari, looking at Tari from the bottom up. Then he touched Tari's cheek, wiping away the tears on her cheek.

Then he switched to touching Dance's hand with the tip of his index finger. He touched from his upper arm to Dance's wrist, repeating it several times.

Sandi continued walking to the back of Dance's body. He brought his chest closer to Dari's back and wrapped his hands together to touch both hands. He did all of this in quick motion.

Quickly too Tari let go of the burly arms of the very presumptuous Password had hugged her from behind. But how strong he tried to release it, his strength was outdone by Sandi's power.

Dance continued to thrash around moving her body as well as her hands so that Sandi's embrace was released. No, not a hug, rather the grip of Sandi. Dari's body trembled as Sandi brought her face closer to Dari's face, her chin she placed on Tari's right shoulder. Until now their faces are no longer distant, even Tari can feel the breath of Sandi.

"Please don't be like this Mas Sandi, this is called harassment. Tari can report Mas Sandi with abuse," said Tari while continuing to try to release Sandi's confinement.

Dance creeps, Tears Dance had not stopped pouring.

Very sassy Sandi kissed the neck of Dance from behind.

"Araghhhh!! you're a brash!!"

With all her strength, Dari swung her elbow and hit Sandi's stomach.

"Akkhhh!!" pekik Sandi in pain.

Then Sandi let go of her hand which was tightly gripping Dance's hand. Not willing to waste the opportunity, Tari quickly away from Sandi.

The next second Bu Hanifa walked in and saw her son was already in pain holding his stomach in a crouching position.

"What are you doing with my son, Dance?" yell Bu Hanifa, angry.

Wiping away her tears, without turning her head, Tari replied, "Mom can ask her own mother's son."

Ms. Hanifa aligned her body with Sandi.

"San, what's wrong with you? you're the same poor girl as this?" ask Bu Hanifa to Sandi.

There was no answer from Sandi. Dance's elbow punch was enough to make him feel pain, but he tried to stand up even though he still held his stomach that was painful. Ms. Hanifa stood back up.

Sandi looked at Tari and showed her sneaky grin, "It's okay, maybe you're still embarrassed. But you'll be hooked."

"Mom, let Tari stay in this rented house, for one week," Sandi said, then paused her speech.

"And you dance, for one week you give us a chance to pay off your debt, remember! one weeks. After one week of not paying, we'll really kick you out of this house. We don't care where you and your family want to live" Sandi again showed her sneaky grin.

Dance who felt very disgusted with the man and his mother who was in front of him, did not turn her head in the slightest towards them. But still replied, "Well, I will try to pay it off until the deadline specified."

"Or like the first offer, if you are tired of making money. But there is no result, you just say the same Mas, let us get married and you can be Mas's wife and all your debts are paid off. Of course, you will be a rich Lady Sandi, no need to tire you sew again. Your father is sick, right? surely a rich son-in-law like this Mas will help. Not like your girlfriend. Ride the car, but it's not clear whose car, and again this beautiful girlfriend needs her help somewhere," he said.

Sandi says all that with a face and a disgusting grin in the style of perverted striped men seductresses women.

Dance wanted to vomit to hear it, it felt so nauseous, "And what did that perverted man say? married her? DREAM," muttered Dance in her heart.

"Back, for tonight is enough! come on, Mom, let's go home. We just have to wait for the next news from Tari," said Sandi oada Bu Hanifa.

Ms. Hanifa smiled at Sandi. Then they both stepped outside. After Bu Hanifa and Sandi left, Dari was sitting limp on the floor of her house. He felt disgusted, not with Sandi but with himself.

He wept lamenting his gloomy life. Not because of the dropout she cried or because she became the backbone of the family at a very young age.

But the story of his life after adulthood, which he surprised. Why like this.

"Why is this the way of my life, O God!"

Since the morning his tears have been spilled, until a night like this also still has to be squeezed again. Dance continued to cry lamenting her grief. In his brain keeps thinking how is this? where to borrow money?

True said Ms. Hanifa earlier, if she sewed for one week day and night, the money would not be enough to pay off this delinquent rent. How else would he get the money. Dance kept thinking.

After tired of crying for almost an hour, he went to clean himself dirty because touched a perverted man like Sandi. He spent a long time in the bathroom, because he cleaned the traces of the hands and lips of the perverted man.

After finishing the bath, he tried to contact Kemal again.

Tut tut!!!

Her number remains dormant, Dance snorted in annoyance.

"Why when needed like this bang Kemal hard to contact anyway? usually also always interrupt people's rest every night," Dance spoke to herself.

Dance laid her body on the bed, because her body was very tired, her mind and heart tired quickly she fell asleep that night.

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