Dating Contract

CHAPTER 203: DO NOT WASTE OXYGEN

- POV Author

"Wrap." (Hello.)

The pat on the shoulder came from behind. Lala turned her head sharply and narrowed, adjusting the light.

A girl bowed while smiling sweetly. Then sit on the side.

Measuring up, Lala believed the light brown hair was as smooth as silk. The sharp net is brown, the eyes are very clear healthy and sharp. The top of the nose is sharp.

Sexy and beautiful is the perfect combination.

Am I I dreaming?

"Bunna ziua. Bermi cer scuze.Pot or te ajut?" asked the dark thick-weater woman, whose back wavy hair was as beautiful as that of a Roman woman, Lala was made intoxicated by fascination.(Good afternoon.Sorry. Can I help you?)

Lala pointed at her own lips using her index finger. Then push the palm while wiggling to the right and left. His head shook, not knowing the words of the Roman girl.

"Do you speak english?” ask Lala

"Vorbe?" (You speak English?)

"No, I don’t. I’m sorry. I can't understand what you’re saying?” (Sorry, I can't. I can't understand what you're saying?)

"Ce ai spus?" (What did you say?) The woman was holding her knees. "Nu 'striu." (I don't know).

"May I know your name, please?" ask Lala.

"Nume?" The two hands of the woman, swinging twice made a gesture of holding the chest, "Tatiana."

"A, Tatiana. I need help. Can I ask you a favor?" (I need help. Can I ask you a favor?)

"Nu take aleg." (I don't understand.)

“I’m from Indonesia,” says Lala.

At once Tatian's eyes widened, "Indonesia!?"

Tatiana asked the foreign woman to stand up and gave a code to follow her. A basket of forest products in his back sling."Care e numele?" (What's your name?)

Lala shook her head, did not understand and they walked away there might be an hour plus a break twice.

A house facing a large river. While on the left and back side is, the field. The roof of the house is in the form of an upside-down ship. Not a tile but like a black broomstick.

Tatiana spoke to the middle-aged woman, their faces similar.

They are like fighting. Lala is still standing in the yard. Lala believes her arrival was rejected by the middle-aged woman. Lala was confused as to how. And Lala let out a desperate breath.

Maybe it's over fifteen minutes. Until Tatiana went inside the house and came out carrying a big box.

Tatiana brought Lala to sit on a chair in the courtyard. Treating Lala's wounds all over the open body including the soles of the feet, and covering with plaster. In a condition to endure pain and ringisan, Lala gasped to enjoy a Roman girl who might be the age of Amber.

While the middle-aged woman who was talking to Tatiana had left, after quarreling with Tatiana and saying something to Lala that was not understood. However, from his gaze was clearly a threat.

Tatiana checked Lala's body temperature with a thermometer. And give medicine to drink. He asks Lala to wear decent clothes, which belong to Tatiana.

Lala was still pensive in the living room, whether it was the effect of the medicine or what, she had a hard time withstanding the drowsiness while Tatiana was cooking.

The commotion from inside the kitchen makes Lala wake up, she settles down, worried for Tatiana's safety

Tatiana shifted her gaze, from a man turning to a foreign woman.

A man turned his head sharply with a gaze scrutinizing at the foreign woman.

Lala watched the man as saliva continued to collect in her mouth. The face with an oval shape was mustachioed and frayed, kept well groomed. Netra and brunette. Eleven, twelve, the man looks like Tatiana.

The man looks very classy. Looks like, people matter, but why in the forest.

The man came over to Lala. Behind her Tatiana, holding the arm of the minced man.

Lala swallowed the weight of her saliva and blinked slowly, she hoped that the man was not a member of the kidnapper.

"It's over?" The sharp netra is unsheathed. "So, get out of this place."

Lala widened her eyes despite knowing herself, but did not believe she would be immediately expelled. He breathes regularly. "You can speak Indonesian?"

"Go, now, or I'll take you to boss Ars."

Lala's Glek-Eyes widened, not understanding what the emphatic man was talking about that was full of emphasis. "Boss Ars, who?"

"Go," the man commanded in his tracks, while glaring with a look of dislike.

"May," Lala pecked, her mind darkened, thinking of the forest. "Show me the highway, sir?" ask Lala. Then break through, throwing mental pressure between the payu.danya.

Lala did not find an answer, she understood the sign of the sluggish man, the man had balked.

When Lala said goodbye to Tatiana, the man stretched out his right hand. Obstructing Lala. Tatiana looked pouted. Lala gave the farewell code.

"Tatiana, thank you, so much. I wish you the best" Lala told Tatiana with a warm smile and nodded, with a look of admiration. For the last time, Lala recorded clearly the facial features of Tatiana - the girl's lips curved downward - forming grief.

As promised, Lala will repay Tatiana's kindness, someday.

Maybe he will go down the river bank, who knows will find residents again.

From inside the house, the voice shouts of Tatiana and the man in the side, unpretentious. They quarrel because of it.

Lala noticed the dark blue river water. Measuring, it might be fifteen meters wide. And maybe it's different from the river that was this morning, it's not like mountain water.

"Cabin."

Lala rounded her eyes, surprised, unable to think. "Sorry, do you want to show me the asphalt road?"

"I'm Dima, will help you, just because of Tatiana."

Lala nodded in spirit even though the man with the sideburns was on her back."Mr. Dima, thank you!"

"I'll take you to the harbor." He turned to look at Lala from the bottom up, as if measuring something.

Lala furrowed her eyebrows full of question marks.

"There is one." Dima insists, "who will direct."

"Harbour?" lala asked repeating, fearing her hearing .. wrong.

"Yes, there, you can ask for help." Dima glanced to the left, then to the bottom right. Then I looked at Lala again. "Next night we have to walk, through the woods."

Tatiana in the middle of the doorway, smiled. I want to communicate with the foreign woman. However, they are unable to digest language differences.

The roar of the machine from the direction of the river roared, from a distance, followed by the river waves.

Dima's chest was shaken, she pulled the foreign woman, "Run! they'll catch you!"

Lala ran as hard as she could, following Dima, into the house at the same time ... Interesting Tatiana, window curtain. Lala was thrown into the room when Tatiana closed the door. However, next, Lala was pulled again through another door.

The man spoke to Tatiana with a look of worry, and a deep gaze, at Tatian. Lala realized, the situation, was becoming grave.

Dima carried the tattered clothes of the foreign woman.

Behind the house. "Come in, hurry!" Dima held the hand of a foreign woman and lowered it into a ground bunker through a small, wooden staircase. Dima came down and pulled the cover.

Bunker without light, stuffy, hot.

"Don't make a sound." Dima pulled the hand of the foreign woman in front of him and took a seat.

They sit in darkness and silence.

...***...

Something was shaking over the surface. Sand or grains of soil, falling from the top fell to the head and face of Lala.

Dima smothered Lala's mouth when Lala was about to sneeze. Then continued to hold Lala's mouth with her rough hands.

Lala's hot gust shot into Dima's hand and bounced back to her face.

Something on top vibrates, sparkling the conversation of the men. Lala's hair is goosebumps.

Do they know where I am?

Time passed the situation began to creep, the footsteps of Dima away

"Take-butt!"

The sound of punching or being hit Lala did not believe what Dima was doing.

Lala stepped while her hands crept on the ground wall, fumbling.

"We're stuck." Dima spoke as if he was alone, not expecting, "It's all because of you."

Lala stopped stepping, swallowing her thickened saliva."What do you mean, we can't get out of this place?"

"Yes, it's all because of you. You came to bring trouble to my family?"

"What do I do now, Mr Dima?"

"They might have brought Tatiana." His voice growled with rapid breath.

"They're who you mean?"

"Vee."

Lala doesn't understand. "What is Veeper?"

"You're very noisy." Dima grunting. "Don't move around so much that you fill this room with CO2."

Lala bit her finger, she started to overheat, tightness, limited air.

"Master, we're not gonna die, are we?"

"Everything's making trouble with Veeper-death."

Thump!

"Mr Dima? You're all right? did you fall?"

Lala didn't know where Dima was and what voice he had.

"Don't be noisy, you're wasting oxygen. And you'll run out of oxygen and die."

"But, until when do we get stuck, and get out?"

"If they bring Tatiana. We .... will be stuck, until morning," Dima in an unconvinced tone of voice.

Lala let out a coarse breath, two palms stuck together and held on to the ground wall behind, and the body slumped slowly. Loyo shoulders, withstanding mental load.

"How many hours of oxygen are left for two people?"