THE ENTERTAINER
CHAPTER 8
After returning the phone to Mira's room, Naya walks weakly into her waiting room. When she opened the door, Madam Riya was already there waiting for Naya. While Clara was already standing with her face down.
“I ... apologize, Madam.” Naya knows she's wrong.
Madam Riya did not reply, she stepped forward and directly slapped hard on Naya's face. “Who said you could be an hour late?!”
Naya fell onto the cold floor of the room. His eyes were tired of crying, he just held his cheeks that felt very sore, and his ears were buzzing.
“This is your first warning, and I'll make sure you'll be very sorry when I warn you twice. You got it, huh?!”
Naya simply nodded her head in understanding, while Clara had already looked towards him with great pity.
The sound of a slammed door being heard behind Naya, Clara immediately approached Naya and helped her stand up.
“I've lost, don't be late back.” Clara wanted to nag Naya too. But, when looking at Naya's eyes are puffy and not glowing. Clara understood something had happened.
“Clara .. Now I understand, why you chose to stay in hostel.”
Naya's words made Clara smile sadly. “Having a home to go home and a family waiting in worry, is a luxury that no prostitute will ever have, Nay.”
Clara's eyes were emitting sadness there. He did not cry, only for him the family word was too heavy for himself.
“Wear this, not too sexy, right?” Clara handed me a long-sleeved black dress. The dress covers all the front and opens on the back to the waist.
Naya nodded, at least the dress was not as bad as the one she used before.
After decorating their faces, as usual, they will become a catalogue for special guest Madam Riya. Clara and Naya were not elected. Naya shouted in gratitude in her heart. The old man in front of him was like a lewd man who had a sexual perversion of exhibitionism. How not, the man with fake hair was deliberately not buttoning his pants. All the women standing in front, could see what was behind the faded black pants that the man was wearing. Naya seemed to want to vomit to see it.
The women selected were of course more experienced than Naya. A beautiful woman with a body filled in the right parts, embroiders her best smile. The apalai when the man immediately threw a large sheet of money into the woman's face.
The woman immediately swiftly picked up the money that had fallen to the floor and slipped it into her open cleavage. Naya never seems to be able to do that. Naya did not judge what the woman was doing. Only, that scene was very unusual for Naya.
As Madam Riya walked out of the room, the unelected women came out of it.
Clara slightly ran away from Naya and followed Madam Riya's steps. Clara said something, then Madam Riya answered Clara, and Clara just nodded to hear it. Due to the loud sound of the music, Naya does not know what Clara and Madam Riya are saying.
When Naya had caught up with Clara, Clara was already smiling happily.
“Come, we go to the 3.” floor Clara immediately pulled Naya towards the elevator at the end of the passage.
Naya just followed Clara's steps. He had never been to the top floor of the building. Usually he was only always on the 1st floor, and on the 2nd floor were the rooms of the VVIP, the place where he met his first client, Noah.
As the elevator doors opened, Naya could hear louder music than usual. Naya covered her ears that could barely contain the vibrating frequency of that floor.
“Welcome to the best night club in the city!” clara shouted in Naya's closed ears as she began to dance.
Naya just nods and nods to hear Clara's voice and the sound of music clashing in her hearing.
“We're okay to ride here?!” naya asked with a shout as well.
“Quiet, I asked for permission from Madam.”
The place is very large and consists of two parts. Naya and Clara are now standing leaning against the edge of the fence that forms the boundary between the top floor and the bottom floor of the club.
Down there, Naya could see many women and men dancing, jumping and curling their bodies following the increasingly rumbling sound of music. A luxurious crystal chandelier hung over them. While other lights alternately highlight in all directions with various colors. Add to that a heated passion, a passionate feeling, and an energy that seems to never run out.
Naya turned her gaze, now she looked at what was across from where she stood. There, many sofas and tables lined up occupied by those dressed in expensive brands. Some of the women in more revealing clothes were seen teasing the men who booked the place.
Naya went back to find a place where she could sit. His high heel shoes again very torturous fingers fingers toes that have bent in it. Naya looked down there, there was a bar with three bartenders behind the long table who were preparing drinks for those who did not want to go down to the dance floor.
“Can we get there?!”
Clara followed Naya's index finger and nodded. Naya who was impatient to rest her legs, immediately pulled Clara down the stairs to reach the place. After finding the empty seat, Naya immediately opened her high heels and breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if he had just walked 10 km. His feet are so sore.
“Nay, I'm staying, huh? I haven't been here in a long time.” Clara pleads with Naya.
Naya, of course, nodded in favor, she was not a child. Naya herself doesn't know why Clara is taking care of her. But that's not a complaint. Naya really likes Clara. It's like making a new friend with the same pain.
Clara had already advanced to the dance floor by dancing. Naya can only smile at Clara's pleasure.
“What do you want to drink?” A bartender with a tall stature and a piercing in his eyebrows asked Naya.
“There is orange juice?” ask Naya shyly.
The bartender smiled kindly. “How about a low alcohol soft drink?” bargained for.
Naya hesitated a little. But, if the alcohol is low it should be nothing. “Bby,” answered Naya and immediately welcomed the bartender's smile.
After a while, the barista placed a small transparent glass with a yellow liquid and a piece of lime on the edge of the glass. Naya thought it was a citrus-flavored drink with a hint of sourness from lime. But, Naya was wrong, the drink felt like it was burning her throat. Naya paused while staring cynically at the bartender who was already laughing looking at Naya's reaction.
“I'm sorry, but how's the after taste? Tasty, right?”
Naya who was still staring angrily at the bartender swallowed the remnants of the drink inside her mouth. Indeed, after the burning sensation, his taste buds are treated by the sweet and fresh taste that comes after. Naya simply nodded to answer the bartender's question.
“Now, try drinking it slowly. Don't swallow it right away. Let the taste change sweet first,” the bartender's advice.
After following his directions, Naya now smiled in satisfaction. He had never tasted alcohol before. For the first time, he loved the taste. After seeing Naya enjoying her drink, the bartender now serves other guests.
While drinking the contents of her glass, inexplicably Naya returned to her memories when she met her husband this afternoon. Naya is sad, because she no longer feels the love of Brian. Is it true, Brian doesn't love himself anymore? Naya immediately shook her head to answer the question in her own head, there was no way her husband would be like that. Brian still gives her flowers for their wedding anniversary.
Naya who had finished the drink, looked back at the bartender who had served her. But he was busy with other guests. Naya is starting to get thirsty. Naya had no idea what made her so eager to drink again. Is it because his body is addicted to the drink, or because his heart is heating up.
“You want to add a drink?” Another bartender without a piercing asked Naya.
“Yes, I want another drink like this,” replied Naya in a weakened voice.
The bartender immediately nodded and turned to prepare Naya's drink. When it arrived, the drink was the same color as before, only the color was more concentrated. Naya didn't care, as long as it was a drink for her, she would drink it.
It feels almost the same, but not as light as before. Naya drinks it and sets her sights on finding Clara on the dance floor. Naya looks at the women ahead but does not find Clara. Naya starts to panic, she sharpens her vision to look for Clara. As she got down from her chair, Naya almost fell down, her eyes were out of focus, her head was heavy.
A burly hand managed to hold Naya's body. Naya wanted to stand up straight but her body could not work together. Naya's gaze blurred, she could barely see who the tall man who had already dared to touch her was.
“What are you doing here?” The man's voice sounded familiar in Naya's ears.
“I ... was looking for my friend,” replied Naya stammeringly.
As Naya was about to walk towards the crowd in front of her with a bell, she suddenly felt a hand from behind, wrapped around a leather jacket to cover the hip of Naya. Naya who turned around to protest suddenly felt herself being lifted up with her face and body facing down, while her stomach that had become the pedestal was already perched on the man's shoulder.
“Rebellion, while you can,” challenge that low voice.
Naya knows, it's not a challenge, but a threat. Naya's swirling head began to recognize the typical low voice of one person she had met. “Noah,” murmured Naya before she blackout.
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