The Primadona Malam

Anxiety Yura

Yura felt sorry for Niram. I don't know why the test of life doesn't stop happening to him. Again, the test came in a row. Yura invites Niram back to live with her.

“Let's go home, Nir!” bring Yura.

For a moment, Niram stared softly at Yura. Deep down, he did not want to be a burden to others anymore. But Niram had no other choice.

Maybe he still has his savings. However, he himself could not work. Therefore he had to skimp for the sake of his survival.

“Do you mind if I stay again at home?” ask Niram.

“Aih, you're saying what the hell, Nir. I'm telling you, that house is your house too. So you have the right to come and stay there as you please, understand!” yura firmly.

Niram just nodded his head. It seemed, even thousands of thanks would never be able to repay all of Yura's kindness. In his heart, Niram was still very grateful. No matter how bad he is, no matter how bad he is, and no matter how thick the dirt is attached to his body. However, God was still kind enough to give Niram a friend like Yura.

Niram looked back at the man who was about 40 years old.

“Thank you for the notification, Sir. And thank you also for packing and securing my belongings. Then, excuse me," said Niram to the apartment manager.

Mr. Abas only smiled faintly in response to Niram's saying. To be honest, he himself felt sorry for the young lady. But what we plant, we will reap. After all, the woman had been guilty of being the lover of a married man. And perhaps, this was the punishment he had to reap for all his deeds.

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Arriving in front of his house. Yura stopped Niram's steps for a moment. Shortly after, he got ahead of Niram and unlocked the door of his house.

Yura opened the door wide. A moment after, he stood in the doorway stretching out his hands.

“Welcome back, Niram!” yura shouted in greeting to Niram.

Yura's attitude also made both corners of Niram's lips lifted perfectly. Niram smile. Again he was grateful for what God had given him.

As a friend, Yura always knew how to make her smile. And Niram was very grateful for that.

“Thank you, Ma'am,” Niram said as he poured into Yura's arms.

Unable to hold back his taste. Niram started sobbing in the arms of his best friend.

"Ah, why should it always be melancholy like this anyway?” gerutu Yura rubbed Niram's back.

However, Niram ignored Yura's words. He knew that Yura was always joking. Yura hated the most with a cry.

Niram let go of his embrace. “Sorry, Ma'am. I was too moved by all the kindness of Mbak,” replied Niram, honestly.

“Ah, you can aja, Nir,” reply Yura while shaking her hand. “Udah, ah. Login, yuk!” bring again.

Niram nodded. He then went back to carrying his bag and started following Yura who had already entered the house first.

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The day continues to pass.

The pain Alfaruk had felt, at least gave him a lesson. Never hurt if you don't want to be hurt.

Because of the pain as well, Alfaruk gradually began to appreciate Karen's efforts in becoming a good wife. He never demanded anything again. In fact, he always tried to take care of himself.

If there is something that can cause a dispute with his wife, Alfaruk prefers to go and lock himself in his office.

However, even so, Karen still felt lonely. Because after the incident in the apartment, she felt that her husband was increasingly keeping a distance with her.

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“Lu where to go, Nir?” yura asked who was astonished when she saw Niram polishing himself.

“I want to work, Ma'am. There is no way that I should continue to depend on Ma'am" replied Niram as he rubbed red lipstick on his thin lips.

“Ish, Nir ... You don't want what the doctor said the other day? You have to rest a lot. Can't cape-capean that cake. Especially that work. Yes, you wait for the house. Let me just work,” said Yura.

“But, Mbak.”

“Udah, do not use but-fire again. Now, change your clothes and sleep. I don't want my niece to do anything, understand you!” press Yura.

“Iya, Ma'am," said Niram.

Forcibly, Niram removed the makeup she had already applied on her face. Niram rang from the dressing chair and walked towards the wardrobe. He also changed his mini clothes with a home negligee.

“Let Niram make food first for Mbak before Mbak go to work," said Niram while going to the kitchen.

Yura nodded. Shortly after Niram went to the kitchen, Yura went to the bathroom to clean her body. Tonight, he wants to meet his customers who have a profession as an official.

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Two weeks have passed. Niram is increasingly unpleasant if you have to keep quiet at home. Especially when Yura was sick and still forced herself to work, Niram was increasingly uncomfortable.

“I beg you, Ma'am.Let me work, yes. Mbak is sick so rest at home,” said Niram.

“Udah, Niram. You don't have to make any more. I'm just the common cold. I'm still strong, kok,” reject Yura.

“Ish, Ma'am. We recommend that Mbak rest first, and let Niram work,” continued Niram.

“No, Nir. Before the boy was born, I wouldn't have ngizinin you work!” yura firmly.

“But why, Ma'am? Niram is still strong. After all, Niram promised, Niram wouldn't take too many orders. Just one or two. Niram promises, Niram will be picky and will be careful so as not to affect the baby. The content of Niram will be small too, Ma'am. So it is not too difficult to move,” said Niram.

“Ish, that's not even it, Nir,” Yura said.

“Lantas what's the problem, Ma'am? The only problem here is, Niram has to work. Niram will not be able to let Mbak work in conditions like this,” said Nkram.”Anyway, I've called Niram, Ma'am. He asked to be sent money for the medical expenses of his father. Niram can't possibly keep quiet like this, ma'am. Dad's health is more important. Niram does not want me to repeat the treatment again from the beginning,” added Niram express the reason.

Yura could only sigh. Actually he could not bear to allow Niram to work. However, Niram's reasoning also left him with no right to ban it.

“Ya already, it's up to you, but I hope, you're not too forced to serve them until late at night.”

“Iya, Ma'am. Thank you.”

Niram hugged Yura. A moment later, she began to dress up beautifully to do her job.

Yura looked at the pity of her best friend who was excited to dress up.

Actually, I'm not worried about your physique Niram, I'm just worried about your psyche. You don't know how abominable the striped-nose man's insults towards the pregnant night woman, inner Yura, is sick.