Legionaries

Letisha

15 October 2018

At 19:35

"WHERE?" The man immediately tracked me down over the phone.

"Toilet. Do you want me to pick up your phone in front of him? Why use all the phones?" my hard, half whispered. How am I not upset? He calls every five minutes, just to make sure I do my job. This time I had to bother evacuating to the restroom to answer his call.

"Silent. I just want to make sure you don't forget your job."

"That again? I've told you a few times. I won't forget."

"That's what you said. But I still need to make sure."

"Are you stupid or what? What if he finds out everything?"

"Get me talk!" The tone of the male on the phone connection is high. "I was given a direct mandate to oversee your work. So, you could say I'm your boss now. I will not hesitate to cut the nominal agreement money that we have agreed. Understood?"

For a moment I was stunned. The threat posed by the man was able to silence my mouth. Right now I don't want to ruin Tara's kidney surgery plan, my little sister who is scheduled to take place in these weeks. I was frustrated before. Tara's condition actually worsened after undergoing a series of dialysis therapy.

Meanwhile, lately I have been very difficult to get clients because the media is intensively reviewing about the top-class prostitution business. Bang Edo, who used to offer me a side job, is no longer free to operate. Lately it has become more difficult to find. Reportedly, the name of the man who also has a restaurant and bar business was entered the Police DPO. As one of the people who participated under his business, I could not do anything.

In those desperate moments, this person finally came up with a solution to end my predicament. Like most men, the man also came to offer some money. The difference is, I don't have to serve him in a hotel room. Just bring someone to dinner.

"sorry. I was out of control. How now?"

"You remember your job, right?"

"Yes. Everyone," I replied, flat. I honestly just don't want to talk anymore. This man who is my opponent seems to be too sensitive. A slight sprain of the tongue, the reaction can be so harsh.

"While the instructions are quite simple, I just try to remind you once again. Ask her about her past, her routine, her life plan ahead. Understood?"

"I remind you once again. Keep talking!" That last sentence was uttered with a soaring tone. "You're just a errand boy here, nobody. Don't act smart. You still need that money, right?"

"Yes" I whispered, slowly. "I need it."

"Oh, yeah. One over. Ask her if there are any strange things she has been feeling lately. Understood?"

"Good."

"I need you like you need that money. Your sister's treatment costs can't be arrears anymore, can they?"

Instantly my forehead frowned. "Where do you know that?"

"You don't know who you're dealing with? It's not hard for me and the people behind me to know everything about you. About your origins, your life, including the address of the house you shared with your sister."

Cold sweat slowly flowed down my temples. "Don't involve my sister in this matter. He doesn't know anything."

"It's good that you're aware of what we can do. I'm just reminding. If your work tonight satisfies us, I can guarantee your and your sister's safety. In fact, my boss is willing to promise you a new, more decent life abroad. You've never lived abroad, have you?"

"You don't have to promise grandiose. That money is enough for me."

"This question is not as simple as you think. You have decided to get involved in this. If you still want to live quietly, you must accept that compensation. You don't know what you're going to face in the future."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You don't need to understand. Just do your job, then get out of the country. Understood?"

"All right..."

"But, remember! If you disappoint me, you will disappoint the people behind me. And if you disappoint them, it is not your honor that drifts. Your life