Destiny Love Nirmala

Relinquishment

Two lovebirds ride in an elevator specifically used by the company's leadership. They headed towards the director's room on the third floor. Both of them tempt each other both with words and actions. Like a couple of lovers who are drunk with romance.

"I'm so worried about you, baby." Sakti brushes the butt of the girl next to him, not wanting to waste the opportunity.

"Ih, Om so flirty! If someone suddenly comes in, how about it?" nala protest then pinched the waist of a man who was the same age as his father.

"No way, this elevator is special for one Om. If it's an employee, there's another elevator." Sakti getting bolder, his hand slid into a mini skirt and re-brushed the body of the back of Nala from behind her thin pants. "But you're round, Om likes it!"

Nala brushed off Sakti's hand. "Mon maap, Om.. rummaged ass, pay a million!"

Sakti chuckled, "In addition to being naughty, matre is also you apparently."

Nala wrapped her hands around Sakti's neck. "The girl should be matre, Om. Is the powder the same lipstick buy with leaves?!"

Sakti poking her girl's nose. "Om just kidding, baby. You ask for any money, will surely love. Origin—"

"What's wrong, Om?" sahut Nala waited for an answer from Sakti's interrupted speech.

"Origin, you want to be Om's mistress and do whatever Om wants." Sakti stroked the lips of Ranum Nala, wanting to taste back the chewy object. Unfortunately, the elevator door opened first.

Sakti's new secretary named Theresa is surprised not to see her boss who she is most reluctant to be making out with a girl who is more worthy of being her daughter. "Jeez, Mr. Sakti. So true gossip circulating all this time, if Pak Sakti play young leaves."

"Why are you, Theresa? What are you thinking?" reprimanding Sakti because his secretary was staring at him without blinking.

"That's okay, sir. Sorry for my stupidity." Theresa bowed, not wanting to lose her job just because of her carelessness.

Sakti just walked past his secretary to the room whose door was tightly closed. "If anyone's looking for me, just tell them I'm having a meeting outside."

"Good sir." replied Theresa staring at the nanar towards the back of the man she respected so much. Until the back disappeared swallowed by the door leaf that was originally open and now back closed.

Sakti sits on the sofa and is followed by Nala beside him. "What do you want to drink, baby?"

"Anything, Om. Nala would have liked it," Nala added in a wet hoarse voice. Sakti brought the face closer, she whispered something to her girl. Nala's eyes were puffed up with what she heard.

"Where, would you like to? I'm sure you're used to drinking that." Sakti smiled cynically. Nala blushed in embarrassment and nodded slowly.

"Om, how do you know that Nala likes that?" ask Nala ambiguously. Nala glanced at Sakti while biting her lower lip.

"It's been a lot of experience, baby. It would be so easy for Om to guess such a thing. But if it's about virginity ... Om has to prove it himself, new Om believes."

Nala laughed at Sakti. "Om I can use the mode! I'm sorry Om, if that's the case Nala can't."

Sakti responded casually Nala said. He lit a cigarette and spread his hands over the back of the chair. "Calm down, wait patiently. Because Om is sure one day you'll give it up, too."

Nala smiled faintly at the passing of Sakti, which to her sounded like a bet. "No, absolutely not."

"A hundred million," Sakti said without explanation.

Sakti turned the cigarette on the ashtray then stared fixed light brown eyes. "I bought your virginity, a hundred million. Less? Five hundred million?"

Nala's esophagus seemed to be choked, although he had never lacked the material from the father. However, hearing nominal money of that size, the principle is shaken as well. "Li-five hundred million, Om?"

Sakti brought her face closer. "Yes dear, five hundred million. And every play, Om will pay you five million for one night. Are you sure you won't be tempted? Won't you change your mind?"

Nala blinked her eyelids many times while thinking about Sakti's offer which must be very rare to get. "Sorry, Om... Nala still can't. Nala doesn't want to abuse papa."

Sakti pulled Nala's chin up. "Why? Papa you won't know if you're a virgin or not. If you're afraid, we can do it with security."

"But Om?" Nala's speech was interrupted because Sakti pursed her lips using her index finger.

"Om going to wait until you change your mind." Sakti kissed Nala's lips until no gap was passed.

...***...

Allah Akbar... Alla.hu Akbar's...

Azan zuhur's voice was heard. Calling every soul to meet its Creator. Set aside a fraction of the time to rest, letting go of the world's affairs that will never end.

"Where is Neng, the strong dipake stand?" Ms. Ina helped Nirmala get up from her seat and grabbed her shoulder to wipe it.

"Alhamdulillah strong Mak .. Nirmala's legs have been lightened, not as sick as earlier." Nirmala walked over to the place of wudu with the help of Ina. Although the condition of his leg was injured, he did not want to indulge in neglecting his obligations as a servant.

After ablution, Ina took Nirmala to the musala. They will perform the prayer of the high priest, with Joseph as the priest. The young man who usually acted rancid, currently looked so charming with clean white clothes, blue sarongs and black peci covering his long hair.

Nirmala who unintentionally looked at the young man in front of her, immediately lowered her gaze while speaking without a sound. "God willing."

One rakaat, two rakaat, three rakaat and has reached the fourth rakaat. The three servants had fulfilled their duty, and they were now immersed in the thread of prayer that soaked their lips. Wash the dark heart and mind.

Nirmala sobbed between prayers, for she suddenly remembered her twin brother. His chest felt tight, he felt something bad was happening to Nala.

"Why Neng?" tanya Bu Ina was worried because Nirmala pressed her left chest with a heavy-sounding breath.

"No idea, Mom... Mala suddenly remembered Nala. Mala's chest is also sick," said Nirmala, who felt that her sister was not well.

Bu Ina gently massaged Nirmala's shoulder. "Istighfar .. continue to doain neng Nala wherever there is always in the protection of the Gusti Allah...."

"Dahan dah, nyebelin girl like Nala do not need to be designed, free!!" timpal Joseph eavesdropped on his mother's conversation with Nirmala.

Ms. Ina threw the flip-flops towards her son's face. "Before that was thought. Do not release rich fart .. make smell, make runyam. After all, you are a man. That's a guarded muzzle!!!"

"Yes, Mother." The young man in black pulled the mother's fingers and kissed the back of her hand. Nirmala could only stare at haru, though inwardly harboring jealousy as a child who had never felt the affection of a mother.

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