The Primadona Malam

Out the Lion Cage, In the Crocodile Cage

Niram continued running without looking back. His feet hurt, but he ignored them. He did not want to be caught again and held captive by those bad guys again.

Niram stopped his steps after making it out of the hospital side gate. He slightly bent down to unwind. For a moment, Niram took a deep breath. A second later, Niram ran back and stayed away from the hospital.

I don't know which way Niram's running. He really felt foreign to being in such a vast city of Jakarta. After realizing he had gone far enough to run, Niram then slowed down the rhythm of his steps.

Niram's legs are already very sore. However, he could not stop his steps. Sleek-seok Niram continued to walk down the sidewalk. To avoid the crowd, Niram then turned towards an alley.

Unable to walk anymore, Niram stopped his steps in the middle of a narrow alley. He's spreading his eyes. No one walks through this alley. The towering cliffs indicate if it is possible that the alley is a barrier between one factory building and another factory. That's what Niram's mind was like.

Feeling very tired, Niram leaned his back on the cliff wall. Face looked up. Sweat was already pouring around his forehead and his two temples. Suddenly, Niram recalled the bitter incident that had befallen him

Oh my God .. Why would Aunt Imas lie to me? And why did Aunt Imas' father sell me to those creepy people? W-did they conspire? Did they intentionally fool me? What before, they already had the intention to sell me?

Questions raged in Niram's heart. And Niram was so sorry for trusting Imas too much. He should have realized. When he came, Imas already disliked him a lot. She might have turned out well for no reason.

"Argh ... fool-fool .. You are really stupid, Ram!" as Niram said to himself.

Brugh!

It seemed, Niram's two legs were no longer able to support his body. Moreover, when the shadow of the smiles of his parents flashed through Niram's mind. His chest felt tight.

"Astaghfirullah!" muttered Niram who started to lower his face.

Niram couldn't think anymore. He was confused, but he did not know how to reveal this confusion. This place is so foreign to him. And more at night. Niram is only able to pray. May the Lord send a helper angel for her on a night of growing darkness.

Without Niram noticing, a pair of eyes were watching his movements from earlier.

"Hmmm it seems, it's my lucky night" the scout muttered, grinning.

"Are you okay?"

A young man's question made Niram look up at him. His eyes were swollen and blurry because of blocked tears, making Niram squint one eye to see the young man clearly.

Niram returned to his eyes. No one else passed by in this narrow alley other than him and the young man. Instantly, Niram's guts shrieked at the bad possibility he was experiencing.

Seeing the change in the girl's face, the young man was confused. He understood that the girl might be afraid of him. The night was getting late, and in this narrow alley there were only the two of them.

"Relax, Miss. I'm not the delinquent you think I am" said the young man.

Niram did not answer. He just clenched his knees tightly together.

A second later, the young man crouched down in front of Niram. His hands stretched out to touch Niram's knees. However, before he managed to touch her, the girl shouted out loudly. The young man raised only his hands.

"Go you!" scream Niram.

"Wowwow! Calm down Miss, I just want to help you. So don't get too hysterical like this, okay?" said the young man.

Niram did not answer. He just stared at the man sharply.

"Come on, Miss .. cooperate a little with me. I just feel sorry for you. From then on, I noticed you were confused. That's why I'm approaching you. Maybe there's something I can help you with? After all, what are you doing out at nights like this?" oceh the young man.

Niram. He tried to digest the ramblings of the jacketed young man. From the looks of it, the young man looked quite polite despite wearing a jacket. He's not like those delinquent lads who always bother Niram at the end of the alley of his uncle's rented house.

The young man came back. However, it seemed Niram was reluctant to respond to his chatter.

"Hhh, yes already .. It's up to you! If you feel like daydreaming alone here, go ahead! I really have to be mengubutin mosquitoes like this," complained the young man as he moved from the top of the paving block.

Just three steps of his foot stepped, Niram's cry stopped him.

"Please take me to the Kampung Rambutan terminal!" shout Niram.

The young man knitted his two eyebrows. Uuh, just troublesome. Kampung Rambutan, will be quite far from here, his mind.

A second later, the young man turned his back. "Where are you going?" tanyakanya.

Niram standing. A moment later, he swung his steps towards the young man.

"I-I just I-ngin go back to my hometown. Can you get me to the terminal?" pinta Niram clenched his hands together.

"alright. My bike's at the end of the alley. Are you still able to walk?" ask the young man.

Niram nodded.

A moment later, they walked out of the narrow alley.

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The more the night, the more Ahsan could not close his eyes. For some reason, the shadow of the girl still continued to disturb him.

Astaghfirullah, though I have prayed for you, miss. I wish you were okay, but somehow you still bother me? Why are you still dancing in my mind? Monologue Ahsan in his heart.

"To-long a-me!"

The girl's words echoed in Ahsan's ears. Ahsan was once again privileged. In fact, this time the sweat soaked all over his body.

Click!

Ahsan pulled the light switch. He grabbed the glass from the top of the nightstand and sipped the contents. His heart was really uncomfortable. The dream of a girl who was being persecuted, again ambushed his mind.

"Oh my God .. What is this feeling?" mumbled Ahsan grabbed his working hours. "At two. I'd better be tahajud only," he added.

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The night air is getting colder. The journey that was passed was getting further and further. Now, the journey through the thickets of trees that are minimal lighting. Suddenly, the motorbike driven by the young man turned towards a quiet park.

"Why is the road so dark and lonely?" asked Niram, nervous.

"It's a shortcut, miss. If we pass the highway, it could be dawn we reach the terminal," replied the young man.

Niram. He did not suspect the young man at all. Until when the young man turned his motorbike towards a dark house without lighting, Niram began to wake up. He had gone out of the lion's den, but into the crocodile's cage