The Crack of a Glass

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Description ...

Many years of working in the night world, made a Qiran continuously complacent with worldly pleasures.

At least he never thought if all the fame, popularity and money he had was a mere deposit. Even everything related to the Messiah is taboo for him.

Accidental encounter with a man who he thought was mysterious, instantly made himself start to change gradually.

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Chapters 1. Primadon

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Banging music that echoed so loudly at the club that night, further creating the fanfare of the club atmosphere.

Visitors also do not stop swaying, contorting the body to follow the strains of hip hop mix music played from the cold hands of a beautiful and sexy DJ from the stage.

Every now and then she raised her hand, swayed and spread her sweet smile.

With the agility of his fingers constantly moved to play the turntable button from one button to another to create a more interesting musical rhythm.

Qirani Swastika, that's the name of a beautiful, sexy girl with a tall body as high as a model.

Qiran, DJ and Garena Bar prima donna that always makes men bewitched with a million charms of beauty.

And don't forget when he makes it difficult for his clients to move on from his wild game when in bed.

But make no mistake, even though he accepts clients, Qiran does not carelessly accept clients. Only certain clients come from the elite.

He who had already fallen into the black world, as if he did not care about all the evil and sin that he did every day.

All he has in mind is to have fun, enjoy his life and make a lot of money without anything he thinks.

Already wet as an immoral tuna woman and a profession as a DJ, Qiran instead enjoyed both roles at once.

But who would have thought, behind his role as a prostitute, teenage Qiran has a very sad dark period. She was a victim of sexual abuse from her stepmother's sister.

The chastity of teenage Qiran was forcibly snatched away without mercy. Although he had reported the vile deeds of his step-uncle, but his stepmother even accused Qiran that had seduced and seduced the sister.

In addition, the teenage Qiran is a victim of physical and verbal abuse often perpetrated by her stepmother.

The dark memories made him go wild and look for his true identity. Until he decided to run away and chose to work at Garena Bar as a waitress.

Because it has a beautiful face and has been tarnished, Qirani nyambi as an immoral tuna.

He vented all the depraved deeds he had experienced on the man who wanted his services.

After that, he would drain their wallets and threaten to spread their obscene videos.

Cunning ...

That's how his clients take it. But they must obey, if not then finish their image as an influential person in NY City.

The night is getting late. Feeling tired from operating his turntable, Qiran finally raised his hand and pointed to one of his professional friends to replace him.

"Bro, change," he asked, then removed the headphones and microphone attached to the ear.

"Okay" said Leon and grabbed Qiran's headphones.

After that, Qiran chose to get off the stage and head towards the bartender's table. He breathed out his breath and restored his long hair.

He sat in the bartender's chair and took a sip of his cigarette. The bartender gave him a drink as usual.

Friday night, the panties are so crowded tonight. Honestly .. Tonight I'm so tired.

"Sam, thank you for the drink" said Qiran then sipped the drink with a single gulp.

He then left the club and decided to go home early. He doesn't usually come home early. Though usually he still feels at home at the club' that night even staying in a special room himself.

Shortly after being at the door of the bar, he passed Edmund the owner of the bar.

"Baby, are you going home yet?" Ed glanced at the watch on his wrist. "Come on, it's still early."

"Sorry, Ed, but I'm tired. Anyway special tonight I want to just fall," he admitted.

"Do you want me to be with you?" ed whispered in a sensual tone.

Qiran reviewed the smile then stroked her jaw then shook her head.

"Other times," he refused.

"Hmm, okay."

Look at the logo of the bar where it worked for decades. Since he was still in High School until he graduated from college.

After that, he studied self-taught from the DJ bar before until finally he even pursued the profession until now.

"Garena Bar, thanks," he hissed and threw away his cigarette butts and then closed the car door. He started driving his car to his apartment.

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"Haaah .. comfortable," he sighed shortly after throwing his body on his soft bed.

Staring at the ceiling of the room and slowly closing his eyes until he finally fell asleep.

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"Qiran ... Qirani?"

Feeling someone calling his name, Qiran slowly blinked then rubbed her two eyes.

"Are you Qirani Swastika?" asked the man who was standing in front of him in black clothes.

Even his face was also black and his gaze was unsheathed sharply staring at him without blinking.

Qiran nodded. "Who are you!!!" peek Qiran then looked left and right.

"No need to know who I am" he replied expressionlessly and with a flat face. His voice even frightened Qirani. "Come with me" he urged, then held onto his wrist.

"No!!! Unhand me!! I don't want to go with you!!! peek Qiran then thrashed to be released.

Shortly after, the exact same man appeared and took hold of his wrist.

"Who are you?!!! Where am I going?!!!"

But the two men did not care about the screams and questions but continued to drag him down.

Qiran grew increasingly frightened as the two men took her on a walk that she did not even know where the place was.

The right left is dark without lighting to make it crowded because it is like being in another world.

"Where are you taking me!!! Tolooong!!! Tolooong!!!" he shouted again while continuing to wriggle in fear.

"Somewhere and want to show that it's a proper place for a woman of sin and transgressor like you" one of the men replied in an echoing voice.

"No!!! I don't want to!!! Please give me back!!!"

However the two flat-faced men only glanced at him at a glance and continued walking dragging him.

The three walked for a long time and finally made Qiran feel tired and started to feel weak. Since then, they have not yet reached their destination.

It was strange to see the two flat-faced, black and hideous-looking men. Both seem to be tired. Even continued to force him to walk even though he was tired, weak, moaning in pain because his legs hurt as if he was going to break.

"Please let me rest for a while" he pleaded in a soft voice.

Along with the completion of his speech, a light began to be seen from a distance that was like a point but increasingly enlarged and felt so hot.

"What do you want!!! the roar while screaming in fear.

"We want to dump you in that place, a place worthy of a woman like you. Even forget everything and fall asleep with worldly pleasures." The man looked at her sharply.

"Now stay where you deserve it" said the other man and motioned to his friend to throw him into the fire that began to turn into a sea of fire.

"No!!! No!!! Please don't!!! I don't want to die!!! Help me!!! Help me!!! Yooooooongg!!! Aaaakkkkhhh!!!!"

"Qiran ... Qira ... Qiran ..." Someone patted him on the cheek then shook his body which had been heard rumbling.

"Qir ...."

"Aaaaakkkhh!!! Panaassa!!!"

"Qiran!!!" call his friend and slap him hard.

The slap suddenly made him realize then look for a moment his best friend and then wander and then feel himself.

"Dream only?" his his hiss then held his chest. Staring and then holding his wrist that hurt.

Even his heartbeat was racing.

"What kind of dream was that?"

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NOTE: For those who don't like the story and plot, please skip don't love the One Star. That is the same as SMS (Happy to see difficult people, hard to see happy people) Thank you 🙏🙏🙏