Rascal In Love's

Again Bad Things

I do not know how long they have been there finally Abbas asked permission to IPTU Rayhan to meet him with Intan through bars. Abbas was privileged by certain considerations.

There Intan can only sit limp as if he does not have a passion for life. His eyes were swollen from crying constantly. You could say, he didn't get anything from here.

The naive and innocent Intan had to be damaged by a careless move. He foolishly got rid of everything for the sake of his pseudo-love. Her delusion.

Abbas does not understand all that.

He wants to get answers. What exactly Intan is looking for. Is he sane or is his mind disturbed?

“Hey, Sister,” greet Abbas.

Intan raised her puffy face.

“You anyway,” hisses. “You what?”

“What was that time you really miscarried?”

Intan raised his eyebrows and was fixated.

He did not reply, only looking at Abbas with a shocked look.

“You really want Andri's son? Or not?” ask Abbas again.

“What's the deal with you?!” Intan kicked the table in front of him angrily. That was the attention of the police guards. Iptu Rayhan asked about Intan's lawyer status, but the guard said that Intan refused to be accompanied by a lawyer.

It was as if the girl indeed preferred to stay in prison alone rather than in the outside world.

“Your answer will determine your freedom.”

“I don't want to get out of here. I'm a dangerous man. I kidnapped a newborn baby from his mother! I deserve to stay in jail!”

“Is that just your distraction? Inside the prison can be worse than outside the prison, there the place is-”

“I'll do it again if you're free from here!” it seems like a threat from Intan.

“If you stay here, your mind won't open. You choose to isolate yourself in the wrong place. I even doubt you really want that baby.”

“What do you want exactly?!” Intan was getting impatient.

Abbas sighed.

“Your apologies to Rio, also the real story. I'll pay bail for you. So that you can reorganize your relationship with your parents. You feel hurt right when the baby you bear dies? Your baby and Andri?!”

“Iya.”

“You and your mother are both mothers. Shown her heartache now?”

“Ah..”

Intan looked at Abbas with wide eyes.

“I also have a mother who worries that I'm okay. You know that your mom fainted when you saw you in here? Destroyed your father's heart as his daughter languished in the bars?” hiss Abbas.

Then they're with each other, a while.

About a few seconds later, Abbas said, “Can you just do something for someone else and press your ego?”

“Andri doesn't even care about you. All he cares about is Rio. You even love the wrong people, and the ones who really love you the afterlife you throw away. And when you fall like this you blame others, when you bring yourself down.” Abbas said

“You... know Andri?”

“Know.”

“Enes?”

“Know.”

“Rio?”

“Friend.” Abbas.

“You also gang motor..”

“Ya.”

“How can you get close to Rio while Andri can't? How could Andri replace Rio race back then?”

“I'll reply after you tell me the truth.”

**

One year ago,

“Intan, Les Nari Jaipong with Pak Ujang at 13.” His mother said as Intan climbed down the stairs to get to the car. He wants a little snack to the supermarket up ahead.

“Well how? I already paid for one year at a time until you successfully entered the competition! You yourself want to..”.

“Iya right but..” and Intan did not continue his speech.

He did not want to meet Mr. Ujang.

If it could be forever.

His stomach was instantly nauseous and eneg.

“Can't change dance teacher ma'am? That woman is so? I'm not a lot of money, pay that much is not a problem anyway?”

“Intan, how the hell are you? It is not a matter of money or not, but the question is, Why? What makes you want to change teachers?”

Intan's mother immediately paid attention to the princess only wayangnya it.

And Intan was silent.

Pak Ujang is the Guardian of his Class at School, and he also teaches dance as an additional income.

He knew Mr. Ujang had a child the same age as him. There are 3 others as well. So there are 4 children and they all depend on income from Mr. Ujang. Plus, Pak Ujang's wife reportedly had an affair and ran away with his affair. So if Mr. Ujang he reported.. how the fate of his children?

Then Intan remembered that afternoon, when Pak Ujang began to touch the private parts of his body.

“Pak! Again I shouted, Sir! The fate of your children can run out!”

Pak Ujang just raised his eyebrows while staring at Intan.

“Oh, so you don't want to get good grades in art later? Yes I have directly given you the value of D.”

“There is nothing to do with school lessons with dancing classes Sir!”

“Ya is up to you. After all, the Jaipong dance movement is indeed like this, stuck in this way..”.

But the way to suppress the body Intan, with a limb that has been very tense, makes Intan immediately uncomfortable and nauseous.

And now, when he was again faced with a dance schedule, he asked his mother to cancel everything. But Intan is confused how to find the reason.

“Intan truant first today ya bu.” Intan. “So less healthy.”

And finally the girl headed to the car with a bad feeling.

In the car, Intan's back is faced with an uncomfortable situation.

The driver, Mr. Toro, began to talk to him in a direct manner.

Instantly Intan looked towards his clothes.

He immediately realized that he was wrong because it was comfortable, Intan only wore a tanktop and shorts. Something that he does do every day, both at home and in the area close to home, including the minimarket he will come to. He usually only carries a cell phone and atm he tucked in the pocket of his shorts.

Trouble is, he's not a kid anymore.

He is now an adult.

The curves of his body must be clearly visible, even though he actually tends to be thin.

Even though he still wears underwear, but the condition of his clothes can be said to be open.

“Non Intan pretty dress so, I became aroused. Sorry yes neng.”

Intan's hair immediately goosebumps.

“I'm down here sir,” hissed.

“Non don't be so dong! It's just an ordinary sentence. Supposedly non Intan proud of herself because I praise beautiful.”

“What do you mean talk to me?!”

“Non don't misunderstand dong, I'm talking as is,”

“I'm not a cheap woman!”

“Loh, but how are the clothes?! Especially try the point if not to attract my attention?”

Intan immediately opened the exit, but unfortunately it was locked.

He tried to press the front of the key lever, but was repeatedly held from the front by Mr. Toro.

“Non! Don't be so dong! Just be careful if Non ngadu to father, non will I-“

“Tolooong!!” Intan opened the window and shouted.

But the window was directly pulled up by Mr. Toro