Destiny Love Nirmala

Escape

Time shows at seven o'clock. It was time for the girl to come home from the place where she worked. Since today he was getting overtime, he became the last employee to be in the store. Therefore, before leaving the store he had to check everything first.

Tired is tired. But he doesn't want to complain. He sweeps sweat that is dripping on the temple using his sleeves, while adjusting his breath because of fatigue doing all day.

"Alhamdulillah. Stove, oven, AC, lamp. The tools are also clean and tidy. I'm home ah...."

Nirmala links the backpack over the shoulder. He walked out of the store and locked the door and continued to lock it. Since tomorrow is Sunday, he uses his free time by scavenging for sustenance.

"Nurma!!" Someone patted the girl's shoulder.

"Astaghfirullah's... Brother Zain just!!" annoyed Nirmala after knowing who greeted her.

"I'm sorry." regretted Zain because Nirmala showed an unpleasant look.

"Yes, I'm sorry. But next time don't be rich, sister" replied Nirmala. "Who are you waiting for?" tanyanya pretended to be plain. He's looking for someone's whereabouts. However, the atmosphere of the shop was already very quiet.

Zain grunting. "Wait for the angel out of the shop!"

Nirmala chuckled, "Where is the angel coming out of the shop. Brother Zain is funny!"

"certainly exists. Here, the man is standing in front of me!" sahut Zain wanted to make Nirmala blush. But the girl responded coldly.

"OK on, Brother. I'm going home first yeah, scared of a sloth!" pamit Nirmala was indifferent.

"Why can't you be sensitive, Nirmala?" lirih Zain was disappointed. "I came here on purpose, it was to pick you up. You should understand" he added in a trembling voice.

Nirmala was forced to not continue her steps. Legs stopped, now he stood up with a feeling of giddiness.

"Why Nirmala? I see you can be warm with Bara, but cold with me. Do I not deserve your love?"

The veiled girl took a deep breath and turned her back. "Come Brother. So, right, can't I go home?"

Zain let out a thin sigh and nodded his head. Then followed Nirmala who had walked in front of him again.

Thirty minutes had passed, and Nirmala and Zain had drowned in their dwelling. Each one clenched his mouth tightly, no one wanted to start a conversation.

"It's here" said Zain briefly.

Nirmala nodded her head and thanked him and got out of the car. Arman was waiting for him, standing in front of the fence with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Papa? Tumben Papa's home." Nirmala pulls the father's hand to kiss him. "What else is outside? Hasn't Nala come home yet?" Nirmala asks questions to distract Arman.

"Who are you going home with?" arman asked Nirmala. However, both of his eyeballs shot sharply towards Zain.

The young man who was in the car, finally ventured to get out of his vehicle and then approached Arman. "Assalamu'alaikum, um..."

"Hm.." replied Arman. He watched the young man before him from head to toe. "Who, how dare I bring my son home?" press Arman is not friendly.

"I'm Zain, Nirmala's upperclassman on campus" the young man replied.

"Oh..." Arman mangosteen. He looked at the car brand that Zain was carrying and then gave a smile. "That's a punyalu car? Cool too!" praise Arman for making Nirmala feel ashamed.

Zain nodded his head. "Yes Om, this is my car."

A smile is etched from both corners of Arman's lips. "The rich dong ortu you?"

"Alhamdulillah... Om. My father was a successful businessman .. My mother had a small Muslim clothing store," Zain replied proudly.

Arman mangosteen then embrace the shoulder of the young man. "Let's go in, let's have dinner first. Nirmala jago cook loh!"

Arman invites Zain to stop, but Nirmala already wants to whistle to rest. Because the next morning, he had to go back to work in Arum's bakery.

Zain accepted Arman's invitation with pleasure. He felt his way to approach Nirmala was getting easier. Even if he can't get Nirmala's heart, at least he can take Arman's heart.

...***...

"I'm sorry, um. I can't drink anymore." Nala refuses when Sakti forces her to drink the fifth glass. "Om know, lately I've been sick," said Nala so that Sakti could understand her condition.

Sakti throws the glass she held and clamps both of Nala's cheeks. "You've paid a lot of money, don't argue with what you said!!"

"Om...no, Om!!" nala Whine. "Please, don't do this to me." The rebellious Nala kicked the vital part of the man whose doom was.

"Damn you!!" Sakti slapped Nala's face many times. "Don't fight! To make you feel the pleasure of heaven. Anyway Om will pay for your virginity at a great price. So, you just shut up and let Om do the work!"

Without pity, Sakti sipped the neck niche and bit him. His burly hands tried to open the two tightly closed thighs of Nala. "Dear girl, Om wants to make you float."

Nala shook her head, tears flowing from both corners of her eyes. "Take me off, Om. I'm going home!"

The power of the Sakti today is much multiplied than usual. No matter how much Nala rebelled, she was unable to break away from the clutches of Sakti. "Om Satisfied! Om pay you five hundred million!"

"I don't want to, Om. Off!!" jolt Nala and be countered back with a slap. Fresh blood dripped from the edges of his lips. Sakti poked the blood using the index finger and then crushed it.

"Just get down, baby. No one will break you! Let's have some fun and enjoy both tonight!" Sakti buried his face between the two mounds with his hands continuously breaking through Nala's defenses. The two girls eyes were completely wide-eyed as Sakti managed to touch the most sensitive part of her body.

"Don't Om, I beg ...."

Sakti ignored Nala's whining by continuing to provide stimuli at each Nala sensitive point. The girl repeatedly hit Sakti's body and kicked her legs. However, still Sakti did not budge. He was even more eager to gulp down the honey of his devouring girl.

The shameless man took off his own clothes and grabbed his body and punched Nala's chest so hard. The twenty-year-old woman screamed and screamed because Sakti hurt herself and her honor.

"Help me, whoever it is...!!" nala shouted with a hoarse voice.

Sakti was widened because Nala's defense was getting weaker. He was already preparing to launch his own that had hardened. Nala's screams grew heartbreaking and her voice was already very raucous.

"Thank you baby!!"

"Don't, Om!!"

Nala screamed back not because her honor was torn apart. Except for the sudden arrival of someone and then hit the head of Sakti, until the man fell down and unconscious.

"Mara?"

"Let's get out, before I wake up!!"

"Rump??"

"Udah don't nanya much, you come with me now!!"

Nala nods her head and welcomes Bara's hand and flees the nightclub through the back door.

Both of them ran as hard as they could to avoid the security of the night entertainment venue. Nala took off Bara's grasp and lowered her body, breathing out.

"Gue's tired, Bar! Anyway, I can't go out on the street in this rich condition!"

Bara patted her head and realized that Nala was half-naked. He took off his jacket and gave it to the girl who was standing on her own face.

"Now, pake!!"

"Thank you Bar!!"

"Hm.." - Bara. "Gue anter you're back. Tomorrow afternoon I pick you up, you should be clear on me your same relationship bokap and you should wear the rich hijab of Nirmala!"

"Lu know I'm not Nirmala?"

"Now you?"

Nala snorts. "I think you know that I'm not that holy-ass girl!"

Bara rolled her eyeballs, puffed up with Nala's words. "Lu should be grateful, I helped the old man! With the incident tonight, it should be penance instead of still a julid with your twin!!"

"Yes, I'm wrong!!"

"Yes, let's go again. My bike is parked in front of the grocery store across the street!"

Nala agreed to Bara's invitation because she was afraid Sakti also pursued her. He ran back by holding on to Bara's warm hands. The incident that happened to him this time, at least made him feel happy because he could be so close to his girlfriend.

...*****...