The Black Valley Becomes the Empress
The Part 16
My rest period is over. I started working tonight. The trauma was still there, but the trauma was a complete defeat to my financial needs that I had to always meet. My body is no longer better, but the pain I still feel when there are objects into my intimate area. Even I had a tear when the missile input has a larger size than most. It's been 3 guests that I've served at the moment. Lucky they all treated me well. A knock on the door came back as I just finished rinsing my body with warm water. Washing the sweat that came out during the struggle earlier. I was still wearing a chest-length towel no more than a quarter of my thigh.
"Malem oom.." I'm friendly. The middle-aged man was caught looking at my body which was only wrapped in a towel. He was still in the doorway even though I had opened it wide. His eyes were staring at the end of his shoes. "Get in oom" I said again.
"I'll have to put on the shirt I'll wait outside" he said. I just followed his word though still confused. Before long I reopened the door of my room and let oom enter. Her steps seemed heavy as she stepped into my room. "Suami is afraid of a wife for sure" I said in my heart.
"Oom what do you want to drink?" I asked after allowing Oom to sit on the long sofa that was displayed in my room.
"Sweet tea is there?" tanyakanya. I offered her a sweet tea and she nodded in agreement. I was sitting next to him, the drink I was carrying was placed on the table.
"You seem to be very young" said Oom earlier opening the conversation.
"21 years old oom"
"Have worked here long?" ask her again
"about 2 years oom" I said. I saw the oom just nod his head. "Oh yes oom Queenza should call Oom what?" I was a little flirting with my eyes.
"My name is Robi" he said as he extended his hand, saying my name.
"I'm only here for the first time, so I don't understand the rules in this place yet." oom robi hung up the sentence.
"Where's oom?"
"Every time a visit like this is there a deadline set?" he continued to hesitate, deliberately he used the word visit so as not to hurt my heart.
"3 hours oom maximum limit. But when it was over, most of them hurriedly left. How's oom?" ask again.
"Now it's 11 pm, meaning I have until 2 am" he said again. "mam pus" I grumbled in my heart. "That 3 hours I have to wait for him?" I said in my heart, my face was agitated.
"Maybe you want to take a shower?" I'm dealing with oom robi.
"No thanks. Let's just relax, don't mind, will we?" ask oom robi again. "Ahh thank goodness" I said in my heart to hear the words oom robi relieved.yes at least I do not have to serve him for 3 hours non-stop.
"Please be free. just relax. do as you like. be yourself" replied oom robi. I just smiled confused. Oom robi and I were both silent. Struggling with each other's minds. There is no intention of oom robi to start a conversation. We were too absorbed in our own imaginations. I was confused by oom robi. What he wanted me to know was not until I decided to break the silence.
"Aren't you going to start?" askaku.I touched his thigh slowly.look oom robi shocked to get my touch. "sorry oom, oom shocked ya. Oom daydreaming of tightness times, hehe" continued me while not releasing a touch on his thigh. slowly oom robi shifted the tububnya. holding my hand gently then put it on the surface of the sofa which now has a distance between my body and the body of the oom robi rather wide. I got back to him more confused.
"Today I'm so tired" he said, "tired of coming here. isn't it wrong?" I said in my heart.
"Tired because of work, oom?" I don't want to say that, even if I know the answer will be unimportant to me. I can't think of a proper word to put forward another sentence.
"Yes everything. The work also, the family also added the children who are always fighting for positions in the office" he said. "It tastes so tired" he continued. I paused for a moment to think of the right word to say to oom robi.
"His name is also live oom. slalu has a problem. this is not it"
"Yes, you're right, everything is so complicated"
"Complicated but still on the portion of each oom" I saw oom robi malirikku. staring in my face, as if he was waiting for me to say my continued sentence. "If I was in the position of oom maybe I would not be able to bear all the problems of oom. and vice versa. if oom is in my position, not necessarily oom strong through it" I said carefully. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing to offend him.
"Hmm interesting interesting" he said. I heard oom robi. "You're the first kid?" ask again.
"Yes oom. You know where?" manya curious.
"From the way you respond to something" said oom robi. Oom robi rotate his sitting position.in his lift next to his feet to the top of the sofa, and fold his legs with a position of precept, while the other leg he biarka fixed in sticking down. "Tell me about your life" he said after sitting facing me. It's not good to talk to other people without facing each other.
"Nothing special oom. If I told you 5 minutes later, you'd be bored" I said chuckling.
"Tell me. Maybe your story could be a new life lesson for me"
"I'm 3 brothers, my dad is now paralyzed from a stroke and mom was gone when I was a kid. I'm stranded here because the economic factor of the outline is so oom"
"Maybe you can tell me more details? I have 2 hours left" he said, nothing on his face but curiosity. Maybe this oom robi life is too serious that he did not realize his last sentence just made my heart tickle.
"My mother left when I was 8, my younger sister was 3 and my younger brother was only 6 months old. I don't fully understand why my mother left. All I know is that my mother left after I no longer work in the factory, after my father mortgaged the house we occupied for business capital. But all the proceeds of the mortgage on the loan shark were taken away by the mother. Our lives were getting harder, I was forced to help my father find grass for the neighboring cattle with enough cassava wages for us to eat all day. Eating rice with tofu side dishes became the most luxurious food that I can only enjoy once a week. At that time I was just a porters in the market. The working wage is no greater than the price of milk. Even my youngest brother was often given rice water stew to replace the milk that felt very expensive at that time" my eyes began to glaze over considering how painful life was. I saw oom robi shake her head. No other word came out of her lips other than "continue. I still want to hear it"
