Last Letter to You

Episode 42

The large glass reflection displays the figure of Kinan who was polishing his face with makeup. Her beautiful body was wrapped in a black dress tight as a thigh. Who else if not Mr. Brownian. The man always and never forgets to give her clothes that do not suit his taste. Far from being proper. Average shortage of all materials.

Who does not feel uncomfortable wearing sexy clothes among tens or even hundreds of striped men in a minimal view and the majority there is a drunk?

Kinan could be said to be lucky during work not to be harassed. Once, fortunately there was a chakra that was helping him. Speaking of that incident, Kinan was still curious about Cakra being able to know of its existence. Previously Kinan had not told anyone. At that time Kinan had wanted to ask but he paused.

Finished gripping, Kinan exited the changing room, walking towards the bartender's desk. Along it is also the curves of his body enjoyed by the men in every corner of the club he passed. Kinan has been working for a long time and unfortunately his heart is always beating fast.

"Are there any drinks that I have to take with me, Beni?!" Kinan half yelled at Beni's ear, the bartender tonight. The Mr club. Brown has three male bartenders who take turns each night.

Beni nodded as she placed four glasses and four bottles of wine on the tray, "Antar to VIP room number 3! Mr Client. Brown from America was there with some of his co-workers! Hurry up before you get into that old man's rampage!" clearly in a loud voice. Because their voices are muffled by the sound of EDM music.

Kinan nodded immediately bringing the drink to the second floor of the building. With mixed feelings, Kinan climbed one by one the stairs. Kinan was nervous, scared, being one. His heart pump rhythm is faster than it should be. Arriving in front of the room, Kinan entered and was careful because the light there was dim. His net caught four people around the round table. Cigarette smoke blends in the air. Kinan's chest felt tight. He also kept a tray on the table and placed the contents.

"Please drink gentlemen," although the room was dark, Kinan could still see the faces there, ranging from 20-50 years. There are four people. Not including Mr. Brownian. Only one he could not see clearly, the man on the corner sofa of the room, was leaning back, his face covered by a magazine.

"Thank you beautiful" said the oldest man.

Once a nod, Kinan immediately turned back and his intention was blocked by the heavy voice behind him.

"Where are you going, Miss? Come and accompany us for a drink. We're having fun here. There's only five of us. You'll enjoy it" chirped the handsome Indonesian man. His words were approved by his other colleagues.

"No, Mister. Thanks for the offer. I still have a lot of work to finish down below." Kinan nodded politely while smiling awkwardly.

"What do you want to pay? 100 million? 200 million? Just say Miss. We paid whatever it was," continued the man beside the old man.

Unconsciously, Kinan's hands clenched tightly, restraining emotions. Kinan was selling himself. Kinan did not accept being humiliated.

"I don't need your money, gentlemen. I am here working, looking for halal money. Not some illegal money from you guys."

Brak!

The round table was hit by the burly hands of the man who was currently standing firmly with a bright highlight. He's wrathful.

"You dare to refuse and say the money we have is illegal money?" the yawning man advanced, eroding the distance with him. Kinan held his breath as the stench of alcohol touched his kiss, "As long as you know, you deserve more illicit money to satisfy us." Kinan grimaced as his hand was forcefully pulled.

"I'm not jal*ng!" Kinan said loudly. Trying to escape the man's entanglement that keeps forcing him to join.

"Jose, you want to wear this girl, right? Can I taste it first? I promise, once I'm done, I'll throw it at you. How's it?" hail the man in the corner of the room. Kinan did not see his face because his position was behind him.

"Of course, Bro. Good luck, yes" said Jose, sitting down. Letting his friend take Kinan away.

"Let's come with me," the man in the black shirt embraced Kinan out, Kinan rebelled, unwilling. Obviously Kinan was not a cheap woman.

"Release, brengs*k! You don't fuck with me! I'll scream if you dare to touch me!" Kinan shouted and tried to escape.

The long, lonely passageway was like uninhabited. Dizziness and calm. Kinan was afraid if he was harassed. So scared. The man kept taking her somewhere. Even on the first floor, Kinan still did not see the appearance of the man. The man stepped wide until Kinan wanted to equalize his pace.

The man sighed and turned his gaze, "Can diem? It's me, Cakra."

Kinan stared, "Cakra?!"

"Yes, it's me."

"So, you're one of those fellow men?!"

Cakra.

"Means you include brengs*k too?!"

"Exclusion."

Recalling Kinan's discussion with Agra, Kinan backtracked. Kinan watch out for Cakra. Moreover Cakra was a bit drunk. Kinan was worried something might happen. Noticing Kinan's strange gurgle, Cakra reached for the woman's arm and at the rough edges.

"Don't come near!"

Cakra raised one eyebrow, "Lo why, Nan?" he took a step forward. Kinan retreated again.

"Click, stay in place."

"Keep Kinan, I'm not going to macem into lo. You believe me, right?"

"Go!" Kinan yelling.

Cakra looked at the surroundings that looked increasingly crowded. Nothing was disturbed, no one focused on the two of them. Confused chakra. Kinan is not usually so. Right now, Cakra is like a genial villain in Kinan's eyes. Cakra turned his head again to the right and his eyes rounded, accidentally seeing Agra who had just walked out of the club bathroom.

Crazy one! If Agra saw Kinan was here, he could have hurt Kinan again. And the eyes of the Cakras grow more and more elated, as their eyes meet. Cakra hurriedly pulled Kinan and squeezed him against the wall, positioning his body so that his back was all Agra could look at. Cakra tries to hide Kinan's whereabouts. Both positions are like kissing. Kinan closed his manic, got that sudden movement. He opened it again.

"What do you want Cakra for?! Don't pervert?! Go there!"

Cakra hissing, "Nething mulu equals me. There's Agra there if you want to know. Anyway for what I'm doing like this, yes" she shifted her body to the right side, Kinan followed her, "Gue wants to go as you wish. Move aside."

"Don't! Nay! Keep me closed! Agra will be found out! He'll be mad if he finds out I work here!" please Kinan.

"Bodo is very." The chakras shifted, Kinan was the same.

"Cakra is good, don't go yes," melas Kinan while installing puppy eyes.

Kinan's cute face was beautifully recorded in his memory. Unfortunately, Cakra is only able to admire without having.

Because of how much his love, how deep his love, fully Kinan's heart is only for Agra. The chakras are sincere and try to eliminate the taste.