THE ENTERTAINER
CHAPTER 17 (Bag. 1)
The sound of crying and screaming ears. The increasingly clashing steps with the sound of sirens made Naya unable to stop hysterical. Clara herself was busy covering the long scratches from the wrists of a girl who had already closed her eyes.
Madam Riya and several officers from the hospital did their best. The girl's face did not show any reaction. Before his cold body was lifted onto a stretcher and his face was covered in a white cloth. Naya and Clara, can only hug each other while sobbing. Give each other the strength to strengthen each other.
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Three hours earlier.
“Saw Clara.” Rose approached Clara who had just escorted her last guest to the exit.
“Udah done?” ask Clara while rubbing Rose's hair.
“Not brother. This is one more guest.”
“OK. I went to the room first. You from here directly to the room.”
Rose smiled as she nodded. Clara then walked past Rose who was also heading to her living room waiting.
Rose opened the door with a smile on her face. But upon seeing who was already there, Rose's face stiffened. The man, no, the jerk laughed. The man who made Rose had to remember all her trauma back. Rose took a step back. He wants to get out of there. But, shit, his legs are riveted.
“Halo, Darling.” The man walked closer.
“Ke-why are you here?” Rose was scared. He pinched his own thigh hard. He turned his feet to run immediately.
“Because I miss, Darling.”
The man's hand caressed Rose's unclosed arm. While Rose was biting her lips, her tears had already fallen.
“Don't .. touch me, asshole.” With such a small amount of courage, Rose encouraged the man. But alas, that impulse was too weak for the big man in front of him.
Suddenly her hair was pulled rough. “You're just a little jala*ng here. Who are you to rule me on, huh?” The man tightened his fist, then pulled Rose and pushed her down onto the sofa.
Rose sobbing. He shouted for help, too bad his voice was muffled by the room that was designed to be soundproof.
“Who took your virgin? You must like him, right?” The man overcame the rebellious Rose on the sidelines of his cries.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry... untie me..”. With all his heart he asked for the man's mercy.
“You should thank me, because I paid you for this.”
Memories of what really happened before he finally ended up in the brothel were floated in his mind. He, closed his eyes. The moment the man had already removed his belt and floated it to whip the helpless girl beneath him. For him it was a pleasure and satisfaction to see a weak girl screaming in pain. Like a drug of his lust.
Six months earlier. Antasari Village.
“Mr. Why me, Sir?”
“Sorry, Son. Your brothers need money, and we need food. There's nothing left.”
“I don't want to. I don't want...” Hysterical roses under his father's feet. He did not want to be taken away by the landlords who had prepared money as a substitute for him.
“Roses can make money, sir. Roses can go to the city and beggars there. Roses will do anything, but Roses please, do not sell Roses.”
His father did not speak, although a little heart did not feel the heart had to sell the youngest child. But what other choice did he have. His son was six, while the need to eat and everyday he could not meet anymore. His garden failed to harvest for two years. The important stuff is already sold out. While, her other children were migrating to the city, nothing could be expected. They are on average only educated until elementary school.
When a landlord came to see him to ask the Rose to come with him, of course the Father refused. But when the offer comes with a large amount of money. His father only thought once, to accept the offer.
Perhaps the Father will be judged as the Father. But, for him who had already lived in poverty all his life, the opportunity to have a hundred million dollars would not come twice. Sacrificing a child is not difficult.
“Bawa!” order the bellied and thick-moustached bellhop.
“Pak! Mr!” rose as she was forced into the car.
While his father greeted the landlord with a brown paper bag in his hand.
Decay the defense of the rose. He could only see his father for the last time from the car window. He was just crying, no longer shouting or calling the Father. He resigned. As a child, he was not expected. Because she was born, her mother had to die after childbirth. Every birthday, the Father will bring up the problem of his birth which brings bad luck to his wife.
There is no happiness for the rose before and after leaving his father's house. The day changed, the moon changed, the boss treated him like a slave. Sometimes he was knocked unconscious, or not fed for days.
Surprisingly, although he was repeatedly harassed, but never until the boss slept with him. All the reasons are revealed, when Rose hears a conversation from the man's phone connection.
“It's ready .. it's true, it's still virgin .. just a few cuts a little, it can heal a few days.”
The tears of the rose fall. Fate is cruel to him. Until one day, when he saw an opportunity, with a little courage he had, he managed to escape from hell.
Once again, fate was cruel to him. In a small village, no one does not know the master. Moreover volunteering to be his enemy. With the power and money he had, he had connections and people who became his eyes and ears. Roses, it only takes five hours to get back to hell.
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