Not the Riding Prince

Debt Collection

I walked down a dark and muddy little alley, the rest of the rain this afternoon. The small alley that was getting narrower as they stored the items was lying around just like that.

Trouble people passing by! Ck.

Whatever the situation, I have to accept it. I can sleep very grateful. Whether it's hot, hard, and narrow where I live.

After five hundred meters of walking from the main road to the rented only room and bathroom, I finally arrived at the front door.

The key is not open yet. Suddenly a hand violently pulled on my shoulder until I turned around.

Holy hooch! they're debt collectors. How'this? running was free, they both surrounded me. Shit!

"Nape, Lo? wanna run? try aje."

"Some, bang! who wants to escape. The cave was just shocked, "kilahku.

"Thick, Lo! make my work no longer. Now, pay chests, no more tolerance. Pokonya, if you want to survive you have to pay."

"So you don't pay, I'm a gibeng too!" threaten them. As a woman, I was afraid, how would I be? it's been part of my life.

"Okay, bang. I don't have any money now. Next week, yak. I promise, I'll pay."

"Most promises. You think this kite is a bloon? don't! this time there are no promises. Pay Mr. Lo's debt. Anyway, don't have any money with all the gambling. Owe me anyway."

"Truly true, bang. No money, I buy payday."

"Godzhhh! most bacots!"

Plaque!

A loud slap landed on the cheek. Hot and sore.

"God, bang. I promise I'll pay."

"Some can! Pay or I'll kick it."

"Bang, I really don't have any money. I have to pay for what?" I said in between the cries with my hands still holding the sore cheeks.

"This cake, here."

Plaque!

Bugh!

Dzigh!

My moans and cries they don't touch.

"Review Lo! Next week I'm back, you have to pay anyway. If not!? I'll end up in Lo. Wanna?"

I don't care what they say anymore. The pain all over my body left me completely helpless. The brand left by leaving one kick on my shoulder.

Argh. Goddamnit! why should I have a parent******** like dad.

With all the energy I had, I tried to get up. It felt like something was pouring warm on my face, the smell of rancid.

My hands shook as I opened the door. The steps I dragged inside, and immediately laid the body on the mattress that was like a clothes-rinsing board.

Perhaps, by sleeping can forget all the feelings and pain I experienced. I wish I could be happy just a little, even in my dreams.

My eyes blinked. I slowly opened my eyes, which still felt heavy. The noise of the neighbors made me wake up from sleep.

My head hurts so much. Some parts of the face feel sore. My stomach feels bad. With my eyes closed once again, I tried to stand holding onto anything I could hold to help me stand up.

There's a wound in the temple. Dry blood dangled to the chin. I'll wipe it off soon so the smell disappears.

The corner of the lips turns blue. Both of my cheeks are five fingers. Not to mention my stomach hurts a lot. The shoulder feels so bad.

Hope this pain wears off a little as I splash the body with water. Water that feels slightly salty and slippery on the skin.

Wearing a short white shirt, which actually does not look white anymore. Black jeans that have faded and almost look flushed.

"Ngenes amar alive, Lo. Has a father nyushin aje son. Poor to doubt."

"Yee. That's the fate of Kinan aje, ugly. There's no good-nice."

"When she's beautiful, why not be a mistress of aje, yepan."

"Beautiful too, no manicured where anyone wants."

Their rant was slowly faint as these footsteps grew further and further away. Let them tell me my interesting story. Who, after all, is not interested in Kinanti's life? Although poor, he was his shahrinya 'gang of hell', that's what I call it.

Why is this angkot not passing by, yak.

I waited a long time, no one passed by. No way, this will make me late for work.

Isha! what's up today? are they marching? are they suddenly rich and do not want to attract anymore?

After thirty minutes of waiting, the angkot finally came as well. I wave my hand. As soon as it stopped in front of me, I immediately entered.

This car stopped at every building I worked in. To get to the office, I had to take a bridge crossing that was quite draining.

Hahey! boss already looks wry. I got angry again, anyway.

"Enak benerrrrrr .. feels like your own office yes, Neng!"

"Sorry, Boss. Angkot who used to pass by here, late." I bow my head inside.

"You think this trite reason of yours I can tolerate? nay! you must get punished."

"But, Boss. I was really late because the angkot did not come."

"Just the same! if you wake up early, it will not be too late. You're a lazy person."

"Yes, Boss. I'm sorry." I knelt down, hoping there would be an apology from my boss. I still need this job. Working as a cleaning service.

"You I fired!"

"No, Boss. Please don't fire me. I still really need this job. Please ..." I almost bowed at his feet. He brushed and kicked a little. Trying to remove the hand that was attached to his leg. "I beg you, Boss. Don't fire me."

"Let go! you fuck this, I told you, you I fired!"

"Don't, boss." I'm begging you to hold both feet.

"Let go of me say!"

"No, I won't let go of the Boss's leg. I beg you, don't fire me." I cried. My superior tried to break away, movements like kicking made my stomach even my face affected by his legs more painful.

"What's this?" asked a man with a heavy voice echoing.

"President" said my boss nervously. Hearing the President's name, I immediately took off my superior legs, immediately fixed my sitting position like a sinden. I could see a pair of feet with shiny shoes right in front of me.

"You, stand up" he told me. It must have been me because I was the only one sitting at the time. By plucking my finger from nervousness, I tried to stand with pain all over my body from last night.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was late because the angkot I was riding in was late coming."

"Why do we always sit our heads? I am not a king" he said. "Lift your head, look at the person you're talking to."

Actually I don't want to show my face that much, it's just that I don't have a choice. I hope he understands better and doesn't fire me from his company.

Slowly I raised my face. Look at her face until our eyes meet. He moved his head slightly tilted when he saw the condition of my face. I know, he must be surprised.

For some reason, I couldn't draw my eyes from his sight. For a long time we stared at each other.

TO BE CONTINUE ....

Kinnanti, 27 years old.