My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter XLIV

"Then who's the fiancee, Aan?"

"Our best friend .. but sorry, as best friends we want to help assess the person he or she is about to marry. Moreover, we know that sister Mariana works here."

"He-he-he!" Fitri chuckled small. Then drink a drink containing alcohol. "Ha-ha-ha!" He laughed wryly.

That's how they look in the eyes of the people. Insulting and not accepted.

'Aan, brother will help you, good luck, ' Fitri prayed inwardly.

"OKAY. What do you want to know?" ask Fitri. His voice no longer sounded friendly. Father Wens was wrong.

"Aan, he's not like us. She's a nice, gentle-hearted girl. The life he had seen, which brought him to us." Fitri started telling stories before being asked.

"She's our little sister, brother and also mother. Because of him, our lives are better. You must think that the choice is wrong. He shouldn't be here.

Yep. Right enough. He shouldn't be here. But God brought him to Brother Budi. That's the guy over there!" point Fitri using his nozzle.

The eyes of Father Wens and Andreas are shifted to a man who was chatting with Mariana. They look friendly.

"They're foster brothers." Fitri told me back. "Abang Budi, a man who likes to drink. If he's gone, he can't remember the world anymore. He was always naked when he was drunk.

He would sleep in the street, the shopkeeper, once he slept in a graveyard. People like to think he's crazy. Kids will prank him, throw him with stones. But how else, which drunk guy he's aware of, right?" He returned to drink his drink. His face is getting red.

Andreas's view is still not separated from Mariana, although his ears are loyal to hear the story of Fitri. And so is Father Wens.

"One night he was drunk, sleeping by the road naked leaving only his CD. Aan finds her, puts her clothes and pants on, then takes her to her boarding house.

Aan said, if we want others to respect and respect us, we must respect and respect ourselves first.

Since that day there was a change in Budi's brother, he turned into a more responsible figure, until the dark that initially only became a house of prostitutes changed from dark as you see now."

"Then, what about Mariana?" ask Father Wens, because from earlier Fitri only mention about Abang Budi, while his curiosity about Mariana is higher because it is their main goal to come to night.

"Aan, when he came here, we rejected him. His eyes looked insulting and demeaning to us. But you know what he said back then?" Father Wens shook his head. The dim of Fitri's eyes recalled that moment.

"Your sacrifice is despised, but do not regret what you have done. Even if the world hates you, trust Him above.

A butterfly will always remember the pain it suffers, but it knows beauty awaits at the end of its struggle.

In the Bible, Jesus said, 'Not a healthy person who needs a physician, but a sick person, not a righteous person who expects salvation, but a sinner.'

I am not a God, nor a hero, nor a man of great knowledge who aspires to change the world.

But allow me to accompany you, along with a dark day. I have nothing, but only one I have.

Allow me to be an entertainer here. Let the songs, the songs that speak represent our heart, if we are worthy of love."

Andreas felt like he had been slapped by a hot iron. Heart pinched. Her face flushed. Embarrassed.

'Kreb.' That's all he can say.

Likewise with Father Wens, 'O Lord, forgive your sinful servant.'

"Thank you for telling us about Mariana. Thank you for taking the time to accompany us" said Father Wens.

Fitri nodded. "We got a license to be a PKS because of his business. Not just anyone hires our services. So even with this dark, we got permission and approval from the government to open even dark thanks to his efforts.

Just when you came in, at the door you were told to fill in a list of names with ID numbers, right?" Father Wens nodded.

"So the only ones who enter here are children eighteen years and above. You see that one sitting down there." Their necks both turn towards 2 o'clock.

"It's a collection of government members. The brown shirt, the Secretary of the DPRD; Mr. King; Mr. Herman; Mr. Domi (Minister of Finance); and Mr. Wilem he is the police" Fitri explained.

'Satut too, famous people came here, ' Inner Father Wens.

At that time, Wakuncar's song was sung by Mariana from the stage. Moments later, Father Wens and Andreas were amazed to hear Mariana's distinctive voice. Together with the sway of Mariana's hips amaze the club's visitors, especially those with the title of fathers.

Mr. Domi and Mr. Wilem lifted their backs from the chair, continuing to take to the rocking stage with Mariana. Mr. Wilem held out a glass of drink, but was rejected by Mariana with a smile that always expands on the lips.

"Aan did not drink wine," Fitri said, making Andreas and Father Wens turn to him. "He was the only one who was not directly affected by the smell of alcohol. Brother Budi prepared for him the juice and water of Aqua." Father Wens and Andreas gawked in disbelief, making Fitri nod several times to convince them.

"His voice was very melodious, clear, his pronunciation was clear. Her voice is very suitable for singing old songs such as Meriam Bellina, Nike Ardilla, Nava Urbach, Popi Mercuri, any old singer." Andreas nodded in agreement. From earlier the man immediately did not make a sound, occasionally nodding like a parrot.

"We have nothing to give to the sisters." Fitri's face turned grim. It clearly looks disappointed. Frothy mouth he told me, expecting a lot of the contents of his wallet will increase besides he helped Mariana, but extinct was his hope.

"Just a prayer, may God bless you." Father Wens placed his hands on the top of Fitri's head, said a prayer and moved his hands like the sign of the cross (the way pastors/priests give blessings).

The rain fell upon Fitri's dry and arid heart, thirsting for spiritual coolness. Her tears just flow. "Thank you" he said.

'O Allah, forgive your sinful servant, the unworthy servant dwells in the garden of Your Paradise.'

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A high heel jolt echoed in the hallway leading to the toilet. His eyes narrowed when he saw someone who was wailing outside the female toilet. The shape of the body from behind the person seemed to be familiar, but felt less certain.

Hearing the sound of tik tok tik tok, the man looked back. He's grim like a rotten clam. Mariana hugged the body while walking towards it.

"What are you doing here, Mr Coward?" His gaze looked sharply at Andreas. The one asked was just sad.

"Can you please?" ask Andreas.

"Solicit what please?"

Andreas leaned over his head, then whispered at Mariana's ear, "I want to borrow a lady's toilet, can I?"

"Can't, the men's room next door."

"Rubble! There's no flush pooping."

"Then do you want to pee or poop?"

"You ... If you can't speak a more polite language? Throw water!" angry Andreas.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Mariana. Amused really his heart saw the ripples of Andreas' face. "Okay, now which one do you have? Big or small?"

"Little."

Mariana immediately pulled Andreas' hand, taking him inside the woman's toilet.

"Come in! Don't come out before I call!" Andreas enters, while Mariana enters the empty room next to Andrew.

Once both of them were ready, they both came out of the toilet.

"Thank you" Andreas said.

Mariana nodded. "Hurry home, this place doesn't suit you. Don't you add any more inhabitants to hell" said Mariana.

"Kribo, sorry."

"For what?"

"For the night."

"Isshh, don't you reveal it again, put it to shame." Mariana covered her face using both of her palms.

"You work in this place, but pretend to be innocent." After saying such a sentence, Andreas gasped as his hand was suddenly pulled, then his back touched the wall.

Mariana locked onto Andreas's movements. He brought his body closer to Andreas's body, leaving only an inch of it.

His gaze that was like that of a seductive girl, he whispered on the edge of Andreas' ear. "What if I'm still innocent. You want proof?"

He blew Andreas' ear hole, making the man shudder at his romantic feathers. As much as he refused Mariana, until the girl retreated a few steps.

"Don't you touch me!" Immediately set a thousand steps leaving Mariana.

Mariana just chuckled amusedly.

'Dad, your future son-in-law is so profanity. Can't wear it, throw it in the sea.'

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NB: Senonoh means: inappropriate or impolite