My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Chapter 9. The Police Gun

For months I worked at the Sister Massage Station, it did not feel like I was beginning to be good at adapting and at the same time investigating.

To trick my friends, whenever I want to pray, I pretend to take a big shower. My hair was always being washed. As if I was the one who was willing to receive guests with plus-plus service.

Of course, it was Sister Nina who was most happy to see me like that. His doctrine to me some time ago was considered efficacious and I have run it properly.

However, diligently praying and pretending to serve plus-plus massage did not make my friends' nyinyiran stopped, even more so.

"Let's think again, Nand. Can your prayers be prayed? The room you use is made. Sometimes we go inside with dirty feet. Do you continue to use prayer? The prayer must be in a holy state, Nand! In the holy place, Nand! Not in an iceberg like this." Bella said, but I didn't touch her.

It was in vain that I did the trick by pretending to take a big bath at each of my prayers. After all, they still don't believe it.

"This is Nand, I have food. If you want, let's go with Maem!" said Bella opened a nyinyir conversation in between employee breaks.

"Bell, Bella! Which Nanda would like with the food we buy! The money we use, right, comes from the slime. Hello.haloom!" Chirps Rere.

"Will smell when sitting near Neng nanda's place!" said Bella who was by my side.

All her thoughts I responded with a cold heart. For I am always reminded of the words I have read, "even if you are stranded in the trash. Don't be trash."

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Although already good at adapting and investigating, the days I lived did not give me comfort and tranquility of life.

Often the gloom of my husband's shadow was present in the room of disappointment. For 6 months he never visited us.

When I remember my disappointment in him, sometimes my tears drip on my customer's back when I flinch. If that happens, I'm complaining so that my sweat doesn't net into his body.

Working at that Plus-plus Massage parlor, made me get to know a lot of male characters. Every day men come and change. From the flops to the ones still wearing ties.  From the fragrant barbau to the rancid smell.

Even in a sad state, I was obliged to greet them with courtesy and friendliness.

From the beginning until now, I remain firm not to provide plus-plus service to them.

Some understand, some are sympathetic, many are curious, but many are angry with me.

Once a man who looked like a policeman came to the massage place Brother. He is so handsome and handsome.

The procedure of service I gave him was the same as the others.

As I was scolding him, he asked me, "If plus-plus is here how much does it pay?"

" I'm sorry, I don't understand the problem" I replied carefully.

" Well, how much do you usually pay?"

"I'm just a mijit special, Mas!"

" Alah hypocrite, you! Let's callin, how much? Scared, I didn't pay, did I?"

It seems like the police officer's emotions are starting to soar. To put it down I gave a long explanation that I never served a plus-plus.

He doesn't want to. My explanation he did not accept. Oknum the police still insist on asking for plus-plus service from me.

His anger is rising high.. His angry reaction is hard to guess. For he was not angry with a loud voice.

Suddenly.....

He pulled out a gun under the pillow. Then he pointed it at me.

My eyes wide. The heart seems to be breaking. My whole body is shaking.

In the corner of the room I was leaning back. My feet are snot-tailed.

I cried with fear.

In a matter of seconds I'll be shot.

I'm totally resigned, and I hope for mercy from those cops..

What about my son when I die?

All my life I've never experienced this kind of fear.

O Allah, help your servant.

A moment later, I saw, he put on his shirt, and rushed out and left the Massage Sister.

I think the problem I'm facing is over. And I've escaped the death threat of that cop.

A few hours later he came again to the Massage House.

I saw him talking to my brother. I heard he asked his hourly fare to Brother.

For this time, it seems, Big Brother can no longer defend me.

"Nanda, come!" Call Brother.

Big Brother's call this time was very frightening for me to approach him.

With shuntai footsteps, I fulfilled Brother's call.

The policeman was right in front of my brother. With a cold look he stared at my frightened body.

"Nanda, you serve this Mas well, huh?'Now you go in again, wait for this Mas inside."

I no longer have the courage to refuse Brother's orders.

That cop's gonna go into my room again. I can only give up whatever the police will do, as long as my life can be saved.

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