Last Letter to You

Episode 5's

The hard slap landed smoothly on Kinan's right cheek so that his tiny body crashed onto the sofa. His appearance tonight seems disheveled. Hair is broken, messy.

Now he is in his second job. A famous club located in the center of Jakarta City. As Kinan had said, every night, from eight o'clock in the evening until dawn, Kinan worked there as a waiter for the Bar. Every day, until Kinan only had three hours to rest himself. After that, get up and go to college. So next.

Kinan grimaced, holding his cheeks which resulted in reddened patches. There was fear in both of his brown eyeballs, seeing the wrath of the black-clothed man before him. The man in black clothes who is often greeted by Mr. Brown, the owner of one of the famous clubs and the owner of a gambling house whose name is already famous among wealthy businessmen.

Inside the black room with minimal illumination, Brown stared intently at the woman in front of him. The blood in his burly body was almost boiling, if only he did not remember the status of the woman as his adopted son and success slave.

"BASIC USELESS!" a loud scuffle swept through Kinan's hearing. He closed his eyes, afraid to look into Mr. Brown's blocked eyes.

"YOU'VE MADE MR. MAX, ALMOST REVOKE SOME OF HIS STAKE IN THIS CLUB! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, KINAN?! ANSWER ME!"

"A-I ha-just kick his cock," Kinan timidly let out his voice. Mr. Brown's aura, so terrible. He can't wiggle.

Although Mr. Brown Papa adopted Kinan. Kinan was not at all allowed to call him 'Papa'. Kinan himself did not understand, why.

Kinan replied, successfully making the eagle's eyes more blazing fire, "ARE YOU CRAZY?! WHY ARE YOU KICKING HIM, YOU IDIOT?!"

The middle-aged man who was currently standing towered in front of Kinan, was about to slap the other side of Kinan's cheek. However, his burly hand was stuck in the air. Part of his heart rebelled against torturing that weak woman tonight. Otherwise, Kinan would not be able to work tomorrow. His millions of dollars, he would not be able to get if there was no Kinan.

"She wanted to hire me and I refused her will! He's forcing me even more, sir! Max wants to harass me!" Kinan ventured, raising his voice, even though he knew it would be fatal.

Brown's face was red. His anger is growing. Escape already. He slapped Kinan's cheek again, strong. Make the tiny body again crashed, "WHY DON'T YOU JUST OBEY HIS WILL?! THAT WAY I'LL GET RICHER!"

Kinan shook his head strongly, withstanding the sobbing that was about to come out, "Please Master, don't tell me to do that! You may make me a servant in this damned place, but please do not tell me to do such an insulting thing! I don't want to!"

The sound of Brown's teeth grinding clearly in Kinan's ears. Kinan gulped his hard-earned saliva. His entire body was goosebumps, "You've dared to defy me?!" mr. Brown's question, again makes Kinan's throat feel dry.

Brown walked one step, approaching Kinan. His sturdy hands grabbed Kinan's hair rather tightly. It doesn't matter if the victim is a woman. Most importantly, he wanted to solve this problem and get out of the room as soon as possible.

"It hurts, Sir! Please release!" Kinan tried to remove Brown's hand from the top of his head. The pain spread to the crown, "I'm sorry Mr. Brown. I'm sorry." I beg you with a soft look.

"You don't remember who you are, huh?!" Mr. Brown let out a grin, "You heard Kinan well! Never defy my will! Like a few years ago, you forgot that I helped you from the mafia! If only I hadn't been so kind at that time, you'd have been killed alive Kinan! I'm sure you won't be able to forget that tragic incident! So don't make Kinan or you'll know the consequences!" Brown is getting pulled on Kinan's hair, stronger.

"Yes, Sir. I pledge. Please release. It's very painful sir," Kinan pleaded with a voice full of wounds. Even his wounds had spread to his heart and chest cavity to create an incredible tightness, his pain.

Without being prevented again, Kinan's tears burst out, his body shaking violently. His fate tonight. The pain ran through his head, it was a pain, because Mr. Brown grabbed him violently, without tolerance.

"Thank you to me, because of me, your life is safe! Even your life is now, much better since I raised you as a child and hired you here! And who would have thought, your presence just made me richer," Mr. Brown's sly laughter echoed through the room. Laughing at his suffering.

"All the businessmen are vying to give me a lot of money, offer me company cooperation. So, don't do that stupid thing again to one of those rich businessmen! If you don't want me to torture you more than this!" said the man, warning.

"I-I promised Mr. Brown. Please let go of your hand. My head hurts a lot, "Kinan begged between her tears.

Before releasing it, Brown brought his lips closer to Kinan's ears. Whispering something that made Kinan unable to puckle anymore.

"According to all my wishes or you will I feed one of the striped men in this club. You know, obviously, no, if all the men here really want your beautiful body" Brown's horrible voice is like a broken tape in Kinan's ear. His body shakes instantly.

Kinan nodded. It was better for him to obey the wishes of this evil man, than to be a slave to lust. Just imagining it makes Kinan disgusted.

After saying that, Brown left Kinan with the pain he received. The pain he had felt for so many years was living in this cruel world.

Two things that Kinan believed in. That not everyone has a perfect life like a royal princess in a fairy tale. He cannot choose the way of life according to what he wants. Because, life scenarios are not us who determine. But, the creator.

Only one word can describe his present state, which is 'destiny'.

And that reality, managed to throw the tiny body of Kinan to the bottom of the deepest abyss, that the way of his life, is very sad.

......

Kinan rose up, wanting to leave this place immediately. He glanced at the wall clock that showed at 12 p.m. For tonight, let him be free. Risky about the skimpy clothes he was wearing, Kinan grabbed his jacket on the sofa and rushed over.

The sound of the music pounding greeted the ears as soon as he walked out of the soundproof room. Minimal lighting there, making Kinan difficult to see around, let alone step Kinan staggering due to dizziness in his head increasingly become. Effects of jubilee Brown.

Arriving outside the club, Kinan walked down the quiet night streets. Accompanied by the darkness, Kinan took a quick step, looking for a place that is still inhabited, just to save himself from the silence of the night, gripping.

Until his eyes were bead, caught a musical instrument shop that was still open with four men of his age, standing in front of the store, talking. From his place, faintly Kinan heard their conversation.

"Gue same Kevin back first, Gra. Lo be careful in the way of enthral," said Bimo to Agra, who was only responded with a nod of the head by his interlocutor.

"Don't speed lo Gra" continued Kevin who was sitting sweet in the seat of Bimo sport bike. Bimo immediately darted away, leaving behind Agra and Rendi, who were still faithfully standing in front of the shop.

Agra nodded his head briefly, with no intention of making a sound. In fact, his cold nature has been very well known by his friends. For those who do not know Agra, they will label him as a proud man. And Agra doesn't care about that. For him, life is only to achieve two goals, namely being a successful person and proud of both parents. The problem of love, always the last order in his life.

Agra glanced at the watch on her wrist. He walked towards his bike, prepared to wear a helmet, just as a woman came, clutching his arm, weak.

"Help me," Kinan's head bowed limp. He held his breath for a moment.

Agra frowned, astonished. Why is this woman still wandering around in the middle of the night like this. Dress sexy anyway. There is no fear in him anymore considering there is no one else around here.

You idiot! What Agra cares for.

Feeling that his breathing had returned to normal, Kinan raised his head, looked at the man who looked back at him in surprise then changed his expressionless look. Both of Kinan's eyes widened when he saw his face and were charmed for a moment by Agra's bright brown bead. Yes, it's Agra. Kinan is unlikely to hallucinate.

The heart beats faster. It was like a butterfly was flying in his stomach. Those eyes hypnotized Kinan for the umpteenth time, until it made him pause for a moment.

"Deliver!" agra's cold voice, capable of awakening Kinan.

Kinan hurriedly let go of his hand, "Sorry, Agra."

Agra put on his favorite full face helmet and started the engine. But stopped, because Kinan pulled the Agra motor key from its place. The man looked in disbelief. How dare this woman take it.

Agra glanced at Kinan ferociously, a flat expression never missing from his handsome face, "Not childish," he said softly but sounded cold.

Kinan. Blame Agra for wanting to leave him, blame Agra if he falls into the charm of the handsome flat-faced again and again. Kinan admitted Agra was very handsome when viewed from a close enough distance, "Anterin I went home first yes, Agra. I just gave you."

Choosing not to heed Kinan's words, "Here's my key."

Kinan hid the key behind his back.

Agra grunts violently. For a long time Agra's head can be broken, meet crazy women like, "Lo is not sure what appears before me continues?!"

Kinan smiled sweetly accompanied by a headband, "It's me like hehehe," Agra himself would not be able to grow with his smile. It won't melt one bit.

"What do you want from me?"

"You know, you bring me home. This is the middle of the mall, when you want to tell a woman like me, alone in a quiet place like gini," out Kinan's wedding.

Is that his responsibility? Agra glanced at Kinan, flatly, "Gue is not your driver and I don't care at all."

Kinan was pissed, "Totally bad. Anterin's home, yeah, yeah, huh?" he took out his flagship puppy eyes. Agra's reaction? Bodo.

"No."

And the effort, remains the same. Didn't make the man in the black jacket, melt.

"Hurry up herein my key!" Agra raised her voice. Kinan shook his head again, and successfully made Agra's emotions come to the surface. Agra got off his bike, then pulled Kinan's hand, robbing him of the rough keys. Kinan's hand was slightly injured, as a result of being hit by the end of the key. And Agra doesn't care. Blame the woman who played her time.

Kinan grimaced softly, piercing his bloody hand, "My hand is a wound. You are not slow," he said, "Obatin used to dong."

"Obatin herself," Agra got on his bike, then started the engine. Again, Kinan held his arm.

"Deliver!"

"Wouldn't! Anterin first!"

"Gue is not a gojek."

"Plisss, please help me," Kinan's voice turned softly. He lowered his head deeply.

"Sana, to the police station! Don't come to me!" ketus Agra's. Instead of being touched by the woman's reaction. Precisely Agra propel his motor fast. The sound of Agra's motor broke, splitting the silence of the night.

Kinan. Staring at the man's departure with mixed feelings. He sat in front of the music store. His head looked up into the sky without any moon and stars there. Closing his eyes enjoyed the breeze.

Most of his heart felt an incredible pulse of pain. Kinan was more convinced, if his life would be more miserable.

Kinan.

Absolutely sure.