Forced to Be a Comforter Woman

Heart Wounds Self Wounds

After finishing eating, Ririn and I rejoined the other friends.

Time continued to roll, an hour later came a guest as many as two cars containing eight people in his.

Finished parking the four-wheeled vehicles, they all walked towards the entrance. Our captain Lisa followed in their footsteps from behind.

After the male guests sat down, Lisa asked one of the men for a drink order.

"What do you want to order, bang?" ask Lisa kindly.

"Black drink ten bottles huh, deck! The same cigarette is eight packs, and his peanut skin is four packs! One more, deck. Call the girls here eight!" the man answered Lisa.

"OK ready, bang." Lisa replied.

Lisa rushed to the counter to order a drink. After that, Lisa came back out of the room and called us waiters, who were sitting on a long bench.

"Girls, guests need eight people to accompany them inside! Ririn, Rara, Santi, Yani, Diana, Tia, Yumi, Beautiful. You all go in!" Lisa's Word.

"Bring their drinks to the cashier!" added Lisa.

"OK on ready, captain!" reply us simultaneously.

After getting an order from Lisa, we immediately rushed into the karaoke room.

We immediately brought cigarettes and snacks, which were provided by Billy at the cashier table.

Arriving at the guest table, we the waiters immediately poured drinks into the glasses that were available on the table.

After all the glasses were filled, my friend Rara asked the man while taking the small paper and pen that was already available in the tissue box.

"What song do you want to sing, bang?" ask Rara.

The guests of the man immediately mentioned the title of their respective songs.

After finishing recording all the songs of their request, Rara immediately walked into the DJ's room and handed the small paper to the DJ.

Then, Rara received two microphones from the DJ.

The event began, the men began to drink their drinks. They sing and dance with their respective partners.

The man I was with started to open his voice asking for my name. She reached out to me, and I welcomed her hand and said my name.

"Whose name is it, deck?" ask the man.

"Beautiful, bang." I replied.

"Ohh, Beautiful. If I'm Heru, deck. You've been working here a long time, deck?" ask her again.

Heru asked again while looking at my face.

"Well a year, bang. Why, bang?" ask me curious.

"Oh, no papa. Just ask me, deck." replied Heru.

"Oh, what's wrong." I reply.

Heru smiled at me and went back to talking to the friend next to him.

After I finished the question and answer with Heru, I raised Heru's glass and gave the drink to her.

"Let's toast, guys!"

I screamed and lifted my glass into the air. "Cheers" they all do the same thing with me.

The night was getting late, the other guests began to arrive to meet the desks that were still empty.

The atmosphere in this karaoke room was getting crowded and lively with the sound of laughter, and all sorts of strange behavior of course.

In addition to the flickering lights and the sound of DJ music that is quite deafening, further adding to the excitement of them all.

After the payment of the drink bill at the cashier table, the male guests went out of the room. They walked into the parking lot towards their four-wheeled vehicle.

"Sir, you go home first!" pamit Heru's.

Heru said goodbye to me while opening his wallet. He took out two hundred thousand pieces of money.

Heru clasped my hand and slipped the money into her. I immediately kissed the back of his reverent hand.

"Thank you, bang." I said.

"When would you come here again, would you like to accompany your brother again, deck?" ask Heru expectantly.

"Yes I want to, bang." I replied.

I nodded my head and bowed in shame before Heru.

"Well, my brother said yes, deck!" heru.

"OK, bang. Be careful on the road yeah, bang." reply me.

Heri started to step towards her car, waving her hands at me. I returned the wave of her hand while smiling sweetly at her.

"Lumayan, get money to eat tomorrow." I murmured slowly.

After Heru's departure, I re-entered the room and walked towards the waiters' bag storage.

After picking up the bag, I walked back out and went straight home to the boarding house.

Arriving at the door of the room, I opened the door and stepped inside and said my greetings.

"Assalamualaik."

I closed the door and locked it from the inside.

"HAH, tired of nyaa." I muttered.

I took a rough breath and opened my shoes, then put the bag on the table.

I hurried to change clothes, and walked to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

Finished cleaning myself, I went back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed while leaning my back against the wall.

With my feet on the bed, I lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. I began to ponder with a blank look straight ahead. I kept smoking the cigarette in my hand.

"If you knew how tormented I was at work like this. Every night I have to accompany men just to earn money." My inner self.

"If you knew how despicable people look at me now because of my work."

"If you know how sick my body is because I have to drink liquor every day."

"And if you knew, if I was forced to be this kind of comfort woman, just to earn a lot of money to fulfill all her requests."

"I'm tired, I'm tired of living like this, O God."

"When will the words "be beautiful in time" come to your despicable servant, O Allah?"

I cried as I remembered the fate of my sinful life. I spoke with tears on my cheeks. I'm sad, I'm hurt, I'm disappointed, in my own real father.

Who would sacrifice my life to meet the needs of his other children. Regardless of my fate in this overseas land.

After about an hour of contemplation, I began to lie down on the bed. I started to pull the blanket up to my chest.

After that, I hugged the bolster and closed my eyes. It didn't take long, I fell asleep and went into a dream.

"Hopefully this nightmare will pass quickly. Hopefully tomorrow will be better than the previous days. Amin amin ya rabbal a'lamin." my prayer before bed.