My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Tantalizing Offer

The call of the voice of the Adhan I use my best to rush prayers to escape from the trap of life in the covert prostitution of Brother.

When I was praying, my soul felt comfortable and free from the confinement of women who sold their pride cheaply in order to earn a lot of money.

Usually, when I finish the obligatory prayer, I add with sunnah prayer. Coupled with wiridan, my prayer time can be up to about 1 hour.

Brother's voice sounded to call me, a sign there is a customer coming that I have to serve. But I didn't bully him. I continued to wiridanku.

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Around 7-daily, the beginning of work at the Massage parlour Sister is the hardest days for me. Even up to 2 weeks, I was still very difficult to adapt. There was a complaint from the customer to Brother that my massage was still lacking feeling. For that I continue to learn the right massage. .

During those two weeks, there were countless sexual harassment I received from customers. Starting from verbal to physical, ranging from smooth to rough.

The words of abuse I often received from their mouths, that is, swearing at me as a hypocritical woman, I was a saintly pretender and so on.

In addition, the other case that I often experience is the costumer angry and do not want to pay the rent of the room. Many times, after being taken by the massage he still asked to be served plus-plus, starting with the way persuasion up to the rough way.

Sometimes they get curious about my refusal to provide plus-plus service. Then offer the lure of the lure of money which is very large for my size.

Remembering it all, if this blood could come out of my eyes, I might have cried blood..

It hurts my heart as a woman who just wants to continue to maintain the principle of living in Massage House Plus.

One side I need money for the needs of my life and my son, but the other side I am very weak looking for halal sustenance at Massage House Plus Plususus Kakar.

Oh my God, until when can I survive in this Plus-Plus Massage House?

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As long as I go through those tough days, Big Brother the owner of the Massage parlor helps me so much that I can get through it. I don't know what the motive is, why he deified me more and never scolded me. Behind the day, I found out the answer.

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The heavy burden I faced not only came from the customers of those jerks, but also from the colleagues at the Massage Plant.

They were so jealous of my brother's special treatment. I never asked him to be systematized.

For example, if the rules of return hours for others must be on time, but for me not. I'm allowed to come home anytime for reasons for my daughter's needs. Same with employee hours. Especially for me, the clock on time does not apply.

Besides, many of my co-workers are socially jealous of me. He considered her unfair. It was the turn of a kind and thick-pocketed guest that I was called to serve. Even before my arrival there, the guest is their subscription.

Their jealousy is normal. Evidently the guest choice of the brother was very good behavior and did not hesitate to give me more money even without the frills of plus-plus service.

Once upon a time…..

“Nanda, Nanda Deck!” Brother's voice ripped my daydream. I rushed to the room Brother.

“Old kok baget if pray. Tuh, it has been awaited from earlier the same good Father, it.”

“Which father, Brother?”

“That's you, the first time you worked here, and you ran away scared. Keep you given money 400 thousand, it.”

Hearing Brother say that, I smiled. “Where is he now, Brother?”

“Have been waiting in his person's room.”

“I went there first, Kak.”

“Yes, that's it, sneak there!”

I rushed to my massage room.

“Good night, Father. Can I help you?”

“Nothing. I just want to know how you are doing. Is your son at home okay?”

“Sorry sir, my son is in good health. And thank you for giving him money.”

I was a bit confused by the direction of the chatter of the Father with that big height stature.

“Don't worry sir, I won't run and cry anymore, if you massage the father now,” invite me so that the Father does not widen on my household affairs.

Hearing what I said, the father was just a smile.

“I'm not here for massage. I had a long conversation with your employer. I know all the problems you face. If you're pleased, I'll help him.”

“I do not understand the meaning of the words Mr.”

“Begin, if you want to stop working here, I will help you. If you believe me, I'll find you a nice rented house. And your life with your son I will bear every month. If you want to open a business, I will give you capital. I just feel sorry for you. I don't think a woman like you deserves a job here.”

I was surprised to hear it. He unabashedly expressed his intentions. As a woman who is often in the position of the weak, frankly I am offended.

Yeah, I'm a little offended. I consider him a man who cannot appreciate the struggle of women who are making a living for his daughter. He's no better than my irresponsible husband.

Given his kindness all this time, I dare not say shady aling-aling like him.

I thought, maybe I'll be made a mistress by this Father.

　

　

To me, men are all the same. Often there are shrimp behind the stone. Especially those who come to a place like this.

"I'm sorry, sir! Until now my status is still the wife of people. I do need to work like in the Factory, but not to be a mistress Mr."

"Oh, that's not what I mean. Deck Nanda don't misunderstand. I have been divorced for a long time. It's been 3 years. I'll show you the divorce papers" said the father, who looked uncomfortable with my answer.

"Continue to mean Father what?Contracting a house and giving a living every month to me?"

"I just don't want Dek Nanda stuck here for too long. One day the Nanda Deck will fall like the others. I'm just worried."

"Thank you for your concern and your kindness so far. Until now, thank God the sustenance that I get is still from the halal way, sir!"

"I was amazed by the constancy of the Nanda Deck. If Deck Nanda allows it, I'd like to get to know you more."

His eyes did not blink looking at me. His forehead shriveled. He seemed surprised by my answer. Maybe, there was disappointment in it.

"I get a lot of pressure from friends and guests while working here. Please don't press me."

"Em, here's what I mean...."

I cut off his words soon.  "Please understand my position. However I am still waiting for my husband to come for the clarity of our marriage relationship. If you just want to be close to me, no problem, as long as it does not cause slander to me."

The old man was silent with his head bowed, apparently, there was nothing more to explain to me.

A moment later, he raised his face with a smile. "May I have the number of Hapeya Dek Nanda?"

For a moment I was silent, then my head nodded, "may."

Since then, the Father once every week came to see me at the Sister Massage House.

We're getting familiar. He used to call and transfer money to my account. Although the nominal is not much, I have repeatedly refused it, but he still sent it.

In the room, me and the Father were just chatting ngalor ngidul, no more than that. Sometimes he asked for a massage of his body that was tired after coming from outside the city.

I swear to Allah, I limited myself to being close to him. If he tries to touch my hand, I'll be very angry and he won't dare anymore.

For him, I am a good girl to joke. Every time he talked to me, he laughed. That always made him feel comfortable with me.

Usually, after chatting I clasped his hand, he responded by peeping my forehead and accompanied by a saying, "i really love Dek Nanda."

But as soon as he tried to kiss my lips, I pushed him until he fell backwards

But he was not angry with my attitude. He was even more sure of me.

Every time he wanted to go home, he always said, "Dek Nanda. Think of my sincere intentions for the future of you and your son."