My Beloved's Choice Woman

The Lapas

"Who's your name?" Muscled woman with thick eyebrows said sangar.

"Lilly."

"Na. Like the person," he said again cynically. "Say! Why did you get in here!"

"Drug case maybe, Mommy."

"The most cocked selebgrams sell themselves" said another.

Veron was breathing rough, lazy. Veron nodded small.

"Well, are you seriously peddling yourself? How dare he admit it."

"just fine. Clear."

"Ihhh disgusting."

"I don't believe it. Where's a whore to tell me."

"Shut up! Be quiet! Why noise? once," grumbled the guard.

"Sir, why is he in prison?"

"Kidkat nyulik son."

Veron grunting. No matter what they talk about.

The floor is cold, but the air is hot. Veron pensive. Can't go anywhere. In jail either way until when, one year, two years. Will he not regret it later!?

The floor is cold, the heat is hot, the sleep is crowded, the smell is pungent with various sweat from the inhabitants of the cell.

"You! Here!"

Veron flinching. Suddenly his head was dizzy.

"You here! New but dubious."

Veron turned his head, looking back at the muscular woman who was getting a massage from her friend.

"My turd!"

"I'm not an incandescent" said Veron ketus.

"Well, dare you." Skinny woman stopped her massage. Switch to grabbing Veron's hair.

" aoh." Jerit Veron's.

Lazily Veron got up from his seat, turning to sit behind the muscular woman. Sneaking slowly.

"My name is Runi. Call me mak! Know?!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mak Runi scratched her hair. "Why not feel at all! Where's your energy!" hardik Runi's.

With a forced Veron pressed on Runi's back tightly.

"Well, that's smart."

Veron closed his eyes. What else to do. He couldn't keep hiding moving around, it was exhausting. It's rough here, and pathetic. But 'perhaps' is better than cats, which are at great risk of being caught.

Ten minutes Veron's hand pinched Runi's hard shoulder. Makes his arms look like they're muscular too. Veron took off his massage.

"Why ease? Again!" hardik Runi's.

Uh, ck. Veron clucked in annoyance. But his outstretched hand also continued his massage.

After being content to torture Veron, Runi stood up from her seat. Which was then followed by another.

Veron sat down, staring in wonder.

Not long after that the prison guards opened the cells, and all scattered regularly.

'Her hours eat' terka Veron.

Veron stood up. Follow those who come out. Out with branches in different directions.

"You!" said the prison guard.

"Yes, sir."

"Where are you going?"

"I, I want to go with them."

"Here's some gardening, sewing, painting, making masterpieces."

Veron's mouth is gaping. Is this a prison or a course?

"Is there such a thing in prison?"

"You think I'm kidding?! Deliberately so that the occupants of the toilet there is a skill when they come out of the toilet. Like you, look for skills there!"

Veron had not had time to ask again the prison guard had left Veron in his place.

Veron's eyes were squeaking around, many areas with various kinds to be used as cultivating skills. Veron traced all the skill processing areas. A tailor? The painter? Sculpt? The warden? Gardening?

Veron patted his chest. He's never worked so hard before.

"Come on!" the cellmate led Veron to keep going. Gardening?

"You're gonna love it."

Veron shook his head, looking at her pretty nails.

"Come on!" he said while pushing Veron to the ground.

"Whether in puriin?! Here!"

Again Veron was forcibly dribbled to an area of land that was still empty.

"More." Veron stared at the small shovel thrust into him.

"I don't fit in here. I want something else."

"already here. Today and tomorrow gardening. Another day could be another," he said forcibly.

Hah, Veron took his spade. Who then followed the movement of his friend.

***

After gardening and bathing, Veron and his friend-Susi- join the dining queue.

Eat with simple side dishes, vegetable chickpeas, and ....

Veron stabbed his side dish, picked up and observed, "this is a teller?"

Susi said, "have you never eaten eggs with a flour mixture?"

Veron's forehead wrinkled, shook his head and put his eggs again into the plate.

"Don't, just try it!"

Hm, Veron answered lazily. As long as it is non-toxic, Veron can certainly eat it.

"Enak right?" susi.

Hm.

****

"Grandfather, Zello will monitor the progress of the existing project outside the city."

"How many days are you there?"

"Maybe it's biweekly."

Hanif was breathing rough. Actually no problem. Zello used to be that way. But since Veron has turned his bike warm, but Veron's absence now makes him so lonely many times as he once felt.

"Grandfather is fine at home. Maybe I'll leave very early tomorrow."

"Yes, set it up. Is Zello coming?"

"No, so grandpa doesn't have to go to the office often."

"Yes." Yeah."

Zello and Hanif both fell silent, his gaze both blank. I feel something is lacking, of course. It wasn't easy, especially not long ago.

****

Night cold floor bareback, hot air. Veron fell asleep, not expecting this to be just a dream. Veron hopes to stay there. Veron sobbed, his prayer and reality were vastly different ... Veron cried helplessly with his prison life.

"Huhahahah." Runi Gelegar.

"He's not at home, Mom. I used to sleep in a soft bed."

Veron curled up with a sick body in the cold tile. Curled up with a small sob to get tired and his eyes closed perfectly.

****

"No .. sorry! .. sorry, son"

"aaa.... "

Veron gasped from his sleep, looking for the source of the sound he heard. The woman who was one cloth with him shouted loudly with an indistinct mutter while her eyes were still closed.

"You know why he is?" the sound of Runi still awake.

Veron was silent, his eyes were directed at the woman who kept delirious and always ended up with a shout. And some residents close their ears without changing their sleeping position.

"He just got in two weeks ago. For killing his own son."

Veron turned his head, gasping, not believing what he heard.

"Why not put in a mental hospital alone," said Veron.

"Just ask her family about it. Anyway, if he's sane in the afternoon.,"

"Here are former murderers, former drug dealers, child abductors, abortion midwives."

Veron's hand reflexively held his stomach. And Runi's words managed to keep himself from falling asleep. Fearful.

***

In the morning, out of town

Zello saw the project work he was agreeing with his colleague. He stood with his colleague. Look at the expanse of land that has been flattened with the ground.

"Master Zello."

Zello turned his head, looking closely at the woman who seemed familiar.

"Sa-I Desy."

"Oh yes I remember," said Zello flat. "This is your village? "

"D-yes." Desy squeezed out her own fingers, plus Zello's cold-looking face.

"T-Mr. If you can tell, how's Veron doing?"

Zello stared intently at Desy, who then threw away the direction, ignoring Desy's question.