The Adventures of the Goddess of the Night

CHAPTER 8

I feel sick of it, serving this frenzied old bandot. I don't know what dream I had last night, until today I got unlucky, the arrival of an old creature who was not aware of this age.

"Abang wants to take you for a walk, around this city, you want to not Rin?" asked Mr. Bambang flirtatious, his hand did not want to be silent since it was trying to hug my shoulder.

"Sir, I'm here! I have to work so there's no time for a walk." I refused subtly, trying to get rid of his hand that was still trying to hold me, making me uncomfortable.

"Come on.later buy whatever you want, just a walk is not strange." whining Mr. Bambang, make me shudder.

"Basar don't know yourself, already the smell of the ground is also still seducing virgins, huh" I grumbled in my heart.

"Erin....,ayo dong out with Brother, what will you eat?"

Mr. Bambang approached me, I shifted my seat away from him. But he kept on approaching me until I got to the end of this long chair.

I looked at Mr. Bambang furiously, but I did not dare to say or act rudely to him. I kept thinking about how I escaped the old bandit.

"Ehm...Sir...Erin's stomach ached suddenly, Erin went to the bathroom first yes already can't stand it," I held my stomach while showing an expression of pain. Without waiting for her approval I immediately ran away leaving her inside Madam Su's house and locked herself in the bathroom.

"Ih.amit-amit. It's so old that it's so weird. I don't remember what wife was in the house. Huh sebel." my mind while stroking my chest that is still pounding, horrified by the act of Mr. Bambang earlier.

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Half an hour passed, in the bathroom I was hopefully anxious, thinking about how to avoid Mr. Bambang. On the other hand I am not happy with Mbak Su, because Mr. Bambang is his old friend and also a loyal customer here.

I slowly opened the bathroom door, then carefully stepped forward.

"Dek Erin, what's the stomach? getting sick? how long in the bathroom?" mama Su asked worriedly.

"How come Ma'am, this has been meningan." I breathed a sigh of relief, because it turns out Mbak Su did not scold me for too long in the bathroom.

Arriving in front, the shop was already quite crowded. Three cots were already occupied by several groups of youths. I circulated my gaze to them, the two groups had already enjoyed the drinks they ordered, only one more group had not ordered. I approached them to record their orders.

I accidentally stared at the person who had been attracting my attention, Zahir, he was among them. But I try to be ordinary, I'm afraid that if Zahir finds out how I feel, he won't come here again.

When I entered the stall to make their order, my gaze was fixed on Mr. Bambang who was now looking at me with annoyance. I smiled at a glance, then busied myself making coffee, afraid if Mr. Bambang recklessly approached me again.

"Sus....Su...." call Mr. Bambang while standing, then step into the house.

I just gawked at him, I don't know what Mr. Bambang would say to Mbak Su. I don't want to bother with anything he does as long as it doesn't bother me.

Once the order is ready, I immediately deliver it to Zahir and his friends. This time he came with another friend, not with his schoolmate who had been here at that time.

I put a tray of coffee cups on the cots, and gave them one by one. I lyrics Zahir at a glance, he is still engrossed in his gadget every time he comes here, never minding me who hopes to know him further.

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The night was almost late, but two young men still seemed engrossed in chatting, even though two cups of coffee in front of him had left only a little dregs.

I've yawned many times, hoping they knew I was very sleepy. I look at the door of the house, hoping Mbak Su came out to drive away these two people, but I never found the shadow of Mbak Su in my eyes.

I pulled my butut phone, hoping someone would send me a message. But apparently no one remembers me. I should be aware of who I am, a person who has never been effective in other people's lives so there's no way they can remember me. Maybe they even forgot about me.

I looked at my watch, it was 22:15 Wib. I rushed to prepare to close the stall, so that if they had come home, I just closed it and immediately rested. Today I am very tired, especially because I have to play heart sport against Mr. Bambang with his behavior that makes me shiver when I remember him. Hii serem's.

Apparently seeing me busy making up, making the two young men immediately check the clock on his phone, both of them paid for the order and went home. I quickly clean the cups and wash them so that tomorrow my work does not accumulate.

With a single blow, my body was already lying beautifully on the bed. It didn't take long, I've been asleep in dreamland.