The Dark Side of the Mentari

Want to know what it feels like?

The girl almost cried when the man began to remove the buttons on her upper shirt, remembering that she was not wearing a br* at all. Unfortunately, the hand he used to claw is now united above his head and held tightly with his left hand by that person. Makes him unable to fight. His body continued to thrash, several times his knees that tried to kick the person instead kicked the side of the bed, making him groan in pain many times.

A shady Hero's face flashed, As if looking at her cynically, mocking because even her husband had never seen her wearing shorts.

What should he say to the hero later? Rania was very scared. As bad as their relationship so far Rania still can not imagine how to explain to Wira. There were no witnesses, only he and the criminal knew what happened.

Two buttons of his shirt have been removed. That person looked at his chest like he was looking at a delicious food that made his saliva drip. His right hand was brushing the surface of his skin clean. It was very desirable for Rania to get rid of the hand and shake the man who was overstimulating his body. But his body is not powered because it continues to thrash from earlier. As much as he could, he tried to release both of his hands. There was a sound like crackers being broken, excruciating pain. Probably a sprain from trying to let go of the man bed*bah. Her tears were unbearable from feeling the extreme pain in her left wrist.

"Please let go of my hand." The girl's voice was clear, resembling a groan. His face was pale and endured the pain.

"Already given up?." Back bed* eyes that look grinning as well as mocking. Rania locked her mouth tight.

"You should have worked together so your hands wouldn't have to hurt."

"Take me off." Rania's teeth chattered with anger.

"If I let go, will you serve me with pleasure, heh?."

"Don't expect." Rania spat at the face covered in fury. That person's words disgusted him half to death.

"Then be quiet. Just enjoy it, don't try to fight me again if you don't want your other hand to be the same."

being ignited by anger after being spat on by Rania, the man's hand grew faster and faster to unbutton the remaining buttons. Removing her until now the girl's chest was perfectly exposed.

Rania shrieked instantly. It feels like dying instead of serving this lunatic. And swearing and swearing came out of his mouth.

It's over, there's no help and there's no freeing himself.

Everyone must have gone to work. Mr. Purnomo's son Cris must have gone to school, and Serra who is still a toddler has been escorted to day care because his parents work. Bu Sari's house is too far away, at the end of the alley.

There will be nothing more that he can be proud of, presented to the person who will later accompany his life, whether it be the Hero or someone else. If only he had been more vigilant, this would not have happened. Obviously a few days ago the door of his boarding house was broken by people, but he was still lost. That person must have entered through the back door because he forgot to close it after drying the clothes earlier. Once again Rania cursed her stupidity, her carelessness.

Tears melted out in between her quivering eyelashes. Not only his physique, his heart was in excruciating pain. But the rice had become porridge, again Rania blamed the fate that was not on her side. After this if he's alive, I don't know what he's gonna do. Maybe he will go far and never come back to the people he loves. Though only yesterday he felt the warmth of his father's attitude after so many years. And adjacent to the Hero is also not as bad as previously imagined.

The man who was overstimulating his body grew even more violent.Rania let out a strange moaning sound while closing her eyes. The man looked up at the girl's reddened face, smiled briefly then continued his activities that had stopped.

"Let go of my hand, I'm in pain." Rania said with a breath of breath.

"Still wanting to fight again?." Ask while holding the girl's right wrist.

"I wouldn't dare, no one would come." Rania replied in despair.

As soon as his right hand was released, while enduring the pain in his left wrist he tried to shift his position slightly to the right, away from the bed.

"My feet can't move." He said it again with a breath.

"It should be this way from now on, there's no need to kick the bed that only bruises your knees." The man loosened his leg clasp and let Rania shift slightly away from the bed.

Rania glanced to the side.

"A little more." Whisper's stuck. His movable hand rested on the man's nape to shift his body further and further to the right away from the cot. No more fighting.

Without much thought the man stood on his knees then took off his large belt and threw it on the mattress causing a clanking sound like coin money. Rania's heart was hammered faster to see the man take off his trousers, leaving only boxer shorts.

Instantly Rania recognized the person because she deliberately raised her diet up to the tip of the nose. Reza, the owner of a bookstore and photocopies across a large street. It's worth it like knowing his voice, Rania often there for the purposes of photocopying.

"How's?. You want to know what it's like?." Reza smiled as she looked down at the bottom of her stomach.

Rania held her breath, Her eyes that had been staring at the boxer pants now turned to look at the face of Reza who was back near her chest, this time no longer sitting on the stomach and pinning her body like that, but bending both knees to the left of Rania's body that is still lying half-spawn*ng.

Reza took off the thick hoody jacket and t-shirt she was wearing at once, flipping it onto the bed beside her belt earlier. The tattoo appears on her left chest, an image of a woman with disheveled hair who only wears torn pants, while her upper body is exactly like the current Rania, topless. There was a sigh of relief from the girl's mouth, making Reza look up, look at her with a mischievous look and blink one eye. Rania commented a faint smile, held the head of a man her age and brought the man's face closer to his chest that was still open.

Feeling no resistance anymore Reza put away the pants that had been torn earlier on the back. Rania bit her lip, grabbed something under the table with her right hand and smacked it with all her might into Raza's head.

"Did you say that? Want to know what it feels like? Of course."