FOR MONEY
OUT OF TOWN 1
I feel trapped in a story I made myself. The lies I created finally took hold of me. I lost my identity, couldn't show who I really was. My life is controlled by circumstances.
***
We arrived in the city of F. The entire journey of the old man was silent, not speaking a single bit. Makes the atmosphere feel awkward.
A fancy car picked us up. Before going to the inn the old man decided to have lunch first at a restaurant not far from the airport.
The new clock is 11.00 wib. Maybe the old man wanted to take a break right away after arriving at the inn I thought.
What kind of atmosphere is this?
At the dinner table, and even sitting we faced each other, the old man remained silent not speaking a word. Talk when ordering food. I couldn't enjoy my food. Everything I eat feels so bad.
After eating, we headed straight to the building. The old man fell asleep during the trip and I just threw a glance out the window enjoying our trip.
And finally we arrived at the inn, after almost 1 hour we spent on the trip. It turned out to be very far from the airport, beyond my expectations. The old man decided to have lunch first.
It looks like a house, not a hotel or other lodging place.
Because it is located in elite housing in the hills. All the houses here are neatly arranged and have a very large yard. Even the distance between homes is quite far. This house looks very elite.
It is a dream of everyone to have a home like this. A very beautiful view, and also cold.
Behind the tall fence a middle-aged man pushed the fence to get our car into the yard.
Just incredible! It's everyone's dream to have a house like this. Although it only has two floors, but the courtyard is very large. The garden is beautiful and well-kept, full of greenery. I want to have a house like this.
“Welcome Mr. Dukan.” The middle-aged man greeted him very kindly as we got out of the car.
“Thanks Mr. Rudi.” The old man patted his shoulder. “Owh yes.. This Assist Qeezya.” He introduced me briefly.
I gave a sweet smile to the father by bowing half my body in greeting.
“Welcome Miss Qeezya. Introduce me Mr. Rudi” He also gave greetings while introducing himself.
“Thanks a lot Mr. Rudi. Greetings back.” I smile back.
The items we brought were helped by the driver and also Mr. Rudi to bring him into the house.
This house is really big and organized. Everything looks clean and clean too. It was unexpected that the old man had a house as good as this in this city. Just as a halfway house.
The old man had gone straight up to the 2nd floor, after the driver who brought his things.
“Nona Qeeza, your room is over there.” Mr. Rudi pointed to one of the room doors that was on the right after the living room.
We walked straight to that room. Mr. Rudi opened the door of his room and put my stuff by the bed. The room was already cold, It seemed like the AC in this room had been switched on since earlier. Very good welcome and service from a worker guarding the house like Mr. Rudi.
“This is the usual room Miss Clarisa occupies.” Said Mr. Rudi.
“Owh so yes sir.”
It turns out Secretary Clarisa's been here a lot.
Yes it is, one of the largest and successful branches of the company in this city, so there must be frequent business visits here.
“Good rest yes Non, stay comfortable. If there's anything Miss Qeezya needs just look for me in the front garden or at the gate post.
“Good Mr. Rudi. Thank you very much.”
Mr. Rudi immediately left me.
The old man was really a rich man. This room is large enough to accommodate 1 person. The mattress is very big, there is a bathroom in it.
I closed the bedroom door, walked towards the window and opened the curtain.
OMG.. There's a swimming pool there. Behind this house. I can see it.
It really is my dream home. I can feel like I live here.
No. gabe. No way, how could you live with that old man here.
There is no schedule today. After changing clothes I immediately decided to take a break.
***
“Tok Tok Tok Tok”
“Old.” The old man was standing there.
His appearance looks different than usual. He wore casual clothes with house slippers and unruly hair.
“Sorry Persdir. I overslept” Sayku.
The man was still standing there, with his cold face.
“Later tonight I have an event in this house. Many guests are coming. You don't come out of this room. Whatever reason. Understood!?” As usual, give orders.
“Understanding.” Answer bowed.
The man immediately turned around and returned to the 2nd floor.
I saw the clock showing at 5pm. I slept for a long time too. I sat on the side of the bed and rubbed my hands before deciding to take a shower.
As always, there is nothing special about me. Because no one called.
I finished my bath and put on my nightgown, knowing that I would never come out of this room again. It looks dark outside.
the clock is at 7pm. *
I have to do this hour.
I feel thirsty. But there was no drink in the room. I don't want to have to go out for a minute to grab a drink. If it can be dehydrated later.
Look first, have his friends come.
Looks lonely. No guests have yet arrived. Some rooms are also still very dark, the lights are also not on. There was no sign of the man's guest coming. I'm just gonna go out for a drink and go straight back to the room. I don't think that's a problem. It's only 7 p.m. That guy must still be in his room.
I slowly opened the door to not be heard. And hurried to walk carefully so as not to make a sound while looking for the kitchen.
It turned out not far from my room, I just straight from the door and slightly turned to the right, precisely on the left side of the stairs to the 2nd floor room.
I deliberately didn't turn on the lights, so as not to be caught. Although not turned on, it can still be seen due to the reflection of light from the 2nd floor.
I found the water dispenser, just looking for a glass. Haa. that's him.
Kitchen lights on.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I shouted and immediately took a squatting position.
“What do you do?” The old man's voice was heard.
My clothes. He can't see me in this outfit.
The clothes I was wearing were quite revealing. A sleeveless nightgown with a thin strap and shorts covering only half my thighs.
I'll be done drinking soon. I just need a minute. Why is he showing up now.
“What are you hiding?.” Ask to see my position like this.
I just shook my head. Not daring to make a sound, even turning around the body looking towards him. I've been like a perverted thief.
I crossed my arms to cover my slightly open chest. Slowly stand up and immediately rush to take a step back to the room. I had to endure my thirst.
I walked a little while running down with both hands still covering my chest. The man swiftly caught my arm as I passed by it and pulled in front of him.
“What are you hiding?” Again he asked.
The grip of his hand on my arm was quite strong. I can't look in her direction. I'm trying to make a revolt.
He tightened his grip. That really hurt.
“Sorry.. My clothes are very open.”
Hearing my words he immediately let go of his grasp. I quickly returned to the room.
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