The Girl At The Club That Night

That Night

Anggara Bay

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Almarhumah nyokap always said that the woman was weak, but had a strong heart. It's all been proven since this single parent was able to raise up until I was in high school at the time. It was never expected before, if what he said was his last expression

People always say that women are the roof of relationships. Although men are created as heads, still, if the head is empty without thinking it will be difficult to get ease. The roof is a picture of protection from rain or scorching sun. If the roof were solid, there would be no contamination in the head of any human being. However, the opposite will apply if the roof starts to wobble and collapse.

Then what about the pole?

The pillars in a relationship are based on mutual trust and support.

^^^...^^^

On a whim, every Sunday night is always a waste of fatigue by spending time at a nightclub in the center of the Capital City. In a semi-conscious state with several comfort women trying to open a gap to enjoy a night full of excitement, he said, I decided not to rub them at all even though some women with stinging perfumes were trying to wrestle and even hugged tightly from behind.

Until the eyes are already a little sleepy is fixed on the figure of the girl in the corner of the room like the middle in fear facing a tall man with a fierce appearance trying to pull his weak body. Bodo period, maybe I shouldn't be involved in their business.

Damn, this head seems to have been unfriendly again with a desire that still wants to enjoy a few bottles of alcoholic beverages on the marble table.

"Anyway, how do you go?"

Said one of the women with an open appearance without fear of catching wind in a cold night. I stumbled into the toilet to remove mucus in the mouth which was initially successful in shaking the stomach with nausea.

A moment of silence, hearing ****** and a few screams of mesh*g adorned the room which was already some distance away from the noise of the echoing music that made this head feel like it wanted to break.

It's insolent, indeed, these eyes were fixed on the gap where a girl was plastered naked was being showered with several slaps and even a few blows right at her temple without any resistance other than the screams and moans of tears drenching her face.

Instantly the nausea all disappeared with anger that I myself do not know why. It had never been like this before despite seeing torture in plain sight.

He, the girl was barely conscious if only one blow I could not prevent by hitting a blunt object right at the nape of his neck.

She, the bright-eyed girl curled up in the corner of the room while hugging both her knees sobbed in slices.

The girl hugged, perhaps it was a gratitude she could not express directly.

"Remove you home, will you?" Gently tried to persuade him.

He shook his head, his hands felt tighter and tighter. There may be trauma to this girl.

"Where is our house? Brother take you home."

"I don't want to go home."

"Wait for your parents, what else is the boy doing in a kayak gini place?"

Somewhat upset and a little snapping because I think he's one of those unruly high school boys his mommy papa has.

"I'm an orphan, I'm for sale."

At once this head seemed to boil hearing the words that I never expected it to come out of the mouth of a little girl.

Be aware if things are no longer safe. Immediately I pulled the girl out through a shortcut where pimps avoided police raids, and they always escaped without a crack.

The only car left by this bokap becomes a vehicle wherever I go. The girl was still silent even though the journey had already taken several miles from the location.

"Who sold you?" I was busy driving the car.

Actually this head is still a bit dizzy. However, if I don't take this girl away immediately, I don't know what kind of torture she'll get.

"My brother," he replied in a sad tone.

I almost hit the wheel because I never thought if a brother was able to do such a cruel thing to the brother he had to guard.

"Why?" ask me.

It seems that this issue is no longer worth discussing. The girl shivered in a cloth that I had wrapped before bringing her here.

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