The Primadona Malam

Feeling Abused

Natasha arrived at her grandmother's house. The girl immediately rushed into the arms of the woman whose hair had been covered in gray hair.

"Tasya Darling .. Oma's only grandson," greeted Lila as she spread out her arms.

"Home ... Tasya misses Oma, "natasya's whimper who instantly turns into a spoiled girl in front of this old lady.

Suddenly, Natasha's two shoulders shook slowly. It seems that the girl is crying.

"Hey ... What's wrong with you, son? Why are you crying?" ask Lila.

"That's okay, Oma. Ta-tasya just kangen aja same Oma," said Natasha on the sidelines sobs her tears.

"Uduuuh .. basic spoiled girl," led Lila to her only granddaughter.

Lila let go of her embrace. For a moment, he stared intensely at the grandson.

"What's up, kid? Did something happen in your house?" ask Lila full of search.

The old woman had a pretty sharp premonition. His instincts are so strong, that just by looking at the look on his grandson's face, he knows that things are not okay in his son's house.

"Come in, we're talking inside! Come on, Ahsan boy!" lila continued, inviting Natasya and Ahsan to enter the house.

Arriving in the living room, Lila invited her guests to sit down. He himself went into the kitchen to get food and drink. Not long after, Lila returned with a tray in both hands.

"Drink! The weather is very hot today. Plus ... You've traveled a long way. It must be thirsty," said Lila, offering Natasya and Ahsan a cold drink.

"Thank God, Oma. It just so happened that Ahsan was really thirsty," Ahsan continued as he grabbed his glass.

"Ih, you Ottas!" ledek Natasha.

"Belvin. Wew!" reply Ahsan, stick out his tongue.

Natasya was getting anxious to see Ahsan's behavior. He also threw a sofa cushion at the thinly-floated young man.

Seeing the behavior of the two young men, Lila smiled faintly. In her heart, Lila said, it looks like the couple will look suitable if they will build a relationship that is more than just a friend.

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A few hours passed. Ahsan and Natasya had already exited their respective rooms after resting. Dusk began to fall, they both approached Lila who was enjoying the atmosphere of twilight accompanied by a cup of warm tea.

"May I join, Oma?" natasha Pinta.

Lila turned her head, her smile expanding seeing Natasya and Ahsan standing in the doorway.

"Come here!" take Lila.

Natasya and Ahsan approached Lila. They sat next to the old woman. In front of them, there was a table on which was a small teapot complete with cups.

Ahsan took one of those cups and poured tea into it. For a moment, Ahsan was enjoying the aroma of tea with his sense of smell. A moment after that, he then sipped the warm tea.

"Enh ... Ahsan did not expect, it turns out that Oma is good at making tea as good as this," Ahsan praised, opening the conversation.

"Who was, dong ... Oma I do," said Natasya, proud.

Lila only smiled faintly at the praise of the two children. Soon, a warm conversation ensued between them.

"Saran Oma, if indeed the atmosphere of the house is not conducive anymore, you should just study outside the city, son. Like Ahsan," said Lila.

"Ish, Mom. Tasya's brain is too slow with the name of numbers and management. Not to mention accounting, and things that smell business. It feels, Tasya's head seems to want to explode if the lecturer is discussing the balance sheet," complained Natasya while pursing her lips.

"Yes, college, doesn't have to be in that department, son. There are still many other universities with different faculties, which are in accordance with your talents and desires," said Lila.

"Sign up, Oma. Even if Tasya continues school, it must be in business management. Because you want an heir for your business," Natasya said.

"Emh, Yes .. how about you go to college at my place. Lu majored Ushuluddin tuh, let back the village, you can be ustadzah," Ahsan proposed without feeling guilty.

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Transaction is complete. Without feeling guilty, Sukma left Niram at Imelda's brothel. A wide smile continued to adorn his old face.

After getting out of the venue, Sukma drove his motorbike to the nearest Bank. Fortunately, it is overshadowing him today. With the money from the sale of the innocent girl, Sukma was finally able to escape the interference of savage moneylenders like Boss Engkong.

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The place of Imelda.

"Does he still sound noisy?" imelda asked her two bodyguards.

"No, Mih," replied Togar, "it looks like he's getting tired" he added.

"Hmm, good then," replied Imelda. "Togar, say to Muniroh, so that he prepares a plate of rice complete with side dishes. After that, you take the plate to his room. Understand!" imelda's orders were firm.

"Ready, Mih!" sahut Togar's.

A second later, Togar goes to the kitchen to execute Imelda's orders.

At the place of confinement.

Niram had been very tired of shouting. His body feels weak. His throat was so dry, and tears began to pour down his cheeks. Right now, he could only give up on the fate that had been set for him.

Astaghfirullah .. astaghfirullah ....

Niram was only capable of being privileged in his heart. The words tasbih, takbir and tahmid continued to recite. I hope there will be a miracle that will get him out of this place.

Oh my God .. What kind of place is this? Why would Aunt Imas' father take me to a place like this? Do I really want to be sold? But for what? What is it to be an illegal TKW? Or ... to be a comfort woman? inner Niram shuddered in horror.

Brak!

The door opened so violently. Made Niram look up for a moment. The lack of light entering through the open door leaves, making Niram slightly squinted to see the tall and burly man who approached him.

Niram's guts shrieked looking at the man's face. He also slightly shuffled as the man walked over to him.

"Eat!" togar orders, slightly throwing an aluminum plate in front of Niram.

"W-who's your ka? Wh-why keep me here? Who're you?"

Niram dared to ask. However, the sharp gaze of the man, again made his guts shrink. The full gaze of the mysterious grin.

Getting a look that seemed to be stripping her body, Niram felt uncomfortable. He untied at both ends of his hijab and let it slide to cover his chest.

Niram pulled both legs and held them so tightly. He actually felt harassed with the tattooed man's sharp gaze.

Togar greatly enjoyed Niram's frightened face. The more observed, the beauty of the girl before him increasingly looked perfect. Togar smirked cunningly when something cleared in his mind.

Hmm, there's no harm in me tasting a little, maybe it will relax my nervous tension a little, Togar's inner still staring intensely at Niram.

Togar approached Niram. His right hand stretched out to grab Niram's chin.

However, Niram quickly looked away. Togar's hands are only able to touch the air.

"Damn it! You want to play around with Bang Togar, huh?!" shout Togar. "All right little girl. You feel this!"

Togar pulled Niram's veil until Niram's face looked up. The appearance of thin lips pink, woke up the maleness of Togar. Quickly, Togar brought his face closer to the lips. Suddenly ....

Bugh!