The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Troublesome girl

Samantha was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after she managed to sit in the passenger seat of the plane. He removed the mask that had covered his mouth to help him disguise himself. Only scarves and sunglasses were still worn. The girl leaned back comfortably and turned on the music player as the plane began to move and was ready to take off.

Stepping up for eleven hours was no short time. During the journey Samantha faithfully hugs a backpack containing medicine. He was very afraid that this drug would break if he kept it in the upper trunk. For that, he prefers to hold it until he comes down later.

“Excuse me Miss, would you like a drink?” haggling a stewardess. It's time for a snack.

Samantha who was not really sleeping immediately opened her eyes. He lowered his glasses a little, “Orange juice,” Samantha ordered a safe drink for him to consume.

“Please Miss,” the flight attendant gave Samantha a glass of orange juice. But just before the orange juice reached Samantha's hand, someone suddenly hit the flight attendant's hand until the drink in her hand fell and spilled on Samantha's shirt.

“Ah, sorry. I was not accidentally,” said the woman. He nodded politely and hid his face behind the hat he was wearing. His face looked very panicked and gloomy.

He took off his jacket and was about to clean Samantha's clothes, but Samantha's hands held her back.

“No need, my shirt is not too dirty,” Samantha said. He saw the woman's hand was blue and the girl immediately covered the bridge in her hand when he realized Samantha was watching him.

“Once again I apologize,” again the woman nodded politely, full of regrets.

“It's okay, just relax.” Samantha tried to calm down. The woman immediately left Samantha and the flight attendant.

“We have airline t-shirts, Miss. Would Miss change Miss's clothes?” ask the flight attendant who feels guilty.

Samantha looked at her clothes which were indeed quite dirty. The orange juice spill left yellowish stains on Samantha's chest and abdomen.

“Ia, can.” Samantha finally agreed.

“Please wait a minute Miss, I'll get you.” The flight attendant immediately went and got Samantha a t-shirt.

After the flight attendant died, Samantha was alone. He recalled the girl who had hit him. His face was not clearly visible, but he saw a bruised blue wound on his hand.

“What is the girl in beat up?” samantha asked her own mind. He could not expect it, but felt very strongly that the girl was not okay.

“Please miss, here's the shirt.” The flight attendant thrust a shirt at Samantha.

“Thank you,” with pleasure Samantha received it. He immediately moved, walking backwards to find the airplane toilet. In the center of the fuselage, there are two toilets facing each other. Toilet on the left side, the door is tightly closed and the other one is slightly open. With confidence Samantha pushed the toilet door and it turns out that the existence of someone in there made Samantha stunned.

“Hey, what are you doing?” samantha asked as she sat weakly on the narrow toilet floor. His head rested on the toilet seat, like his body could not get up.

“Do you get sick? Let me call the flight crew, wait a minute.” Samantha's on the move.

“Please, do not...” the voice of the woman sounds very weak.

“Why? Looks like you're sick. You may need a doctor.” Samantha did not have the heart of the woman's condition.

“Do not, I beg you not.” The woman grabbed Samantha's hand and held it. The hand had many bluish wounds like the marks of a punch and made the samantha crazily imagine her pain.

“Jeez, what's wrong with you?” ask Samantha.

The woman did not reply, only her breathing sounded heavy and occasionally hissing withstood the pain.

“Come here, sitting on a toilet seat.” Samantha helps the woman to sit on the toilet seat. His body was very weak and light. It was easy for Samantha to lift that skinny body.

Samantha looked at the woman carefully. One hand kept holding his stomach, it seemed like he was in pain.

The woman looked up at Samantha. His face looked very pale and was covered in bruised scars. The corner of his lips was also torn and left blood that had dried up. His left temples stood out and were bluish due to the violent impact.

“Eveline,” the woman replied quietly, barely audible.

“I samantha. I didn't expect that I would actually meet someone named Eveline.” Samantha stared in disbelief at this girl. Eveline's name he mentioned once, but a pseudonym for Alicia.

The girl smiled at Samantha. “Happy to see you, Samantha.” The girl's voice sounded trembling.

“I'm not happy to meet you in this condition. Wait, I think I've seen you?” Samantha tried to remember the owner of these greenish round eyes. His face was also familiar, his jaw shape felt familiar to Samantha.

“I also saw you,” the girl smiled back.

“Where?” Samantha asked back.

“Auction place. You look at me sharply,” the girl smiled back. He still remembered how Samantha looked at him with anger as the rough hand of a man pulled him out of the iron cage covered in a red cloth.

“Yes, you're the girl at the auction. Did they torture you?” Samantha began to remember the owner of this sad face.

The girl only gave a small smile, then grimaced as her chest tightened after she smiled.

“Should have just killed me. There was no need to spare a worthless body like this. Just trouble.” The girl took out the medicine from inside a bottle, but the medicine instead fell strewn across her trembling hands.

“Job! You shouldn't have let them torture you like this. That woman is not a creature that can be pierced at will! Where were they born?” samantha nags annoyed. He helped Eveline pick up the medicine and put it on the trembling palm.

“Not all women are strong and great like you, Sam. Don't be so arrogant and make me envious.” Eveline chimed in with sarcasm, really he was very desperate with his current state.

“Of course I have to be arrogant before you to see that not all women are weak like you. I was a weak woman, a child abandoned by her parents. But that doesn't mean people can humiliate me and beat me up. I am only mine, people are not my owners. They are only owners of money and power used arbitrarily!” while nagging Samantha gave Eveline a bottle of drinking water and helped her drink it. From the bottle Samantha saw that the medicine Eveline took was a painkiller.

Eveline swallowed the medicine until it reached her stomach. “Thank you, your arrogance makes me want to rival you.” Eveline smiled cynically.

“Arise if you want to rival me.” Samantha reached out her hand and Eveline replied to her.

“Do you live in Los Angeles?” ask Samantha curious.

“Entahlah. I'll go wherever the man who bought me goes.” That's Eveline's answer.

Samantha doesn't chim. He took off a pendant in his necklace and gave it to Eveline. “Until in Los Angeles, let's meet again. We beat up the people who hurt you. With this thing, I can find you anywhere. So make sure, this thing is never far from you.” Samantha said with great determination.

Eveline stared at the locket for a moment and then stuffed it into her loose pants pocket because she was too thin.

“Change your clothes, you can catch a cold,” said Eveline while staring at Samantha. Seeing this girl made his strength multiply.

“Stand, I'll use that toilet.” Samantha was deliberately being rude like that. Sure enough, Eveline got up and tried to straighten up her body. Whether because of the effect of the medicine or indeed his growing spirit, the woman could step her legs even though she was stumbling. He came out first and left Samantha who was still changing her clothes. His pale lips smiled faintly, he did not expect that he would meet a mad woman like samantha. Sometimes we do need to touch someone's self-esteem so that his spirit rises.

“Let's meet again, Sam,” Eveline said in her heart. The intention to meet Samantha later in life made the girl force her legs to step back. As Samantha said, no one can destroy her without her permission.

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