The Secret of the Widow as Beautiful as a Virgin Girl

The Dark Story of My Laluku Time

Adrian finally continued the delayed shower.

I could only give up, between wanting to see and wanting to close my eyes.

My heart is pounding. Join to enliven the heart that is again raging.

It's just that I can't tell the difference, whether it's because of my admiration for him after a few days of always being together, or because of fear. Fear Adrian knowing my biggest secret, which is as a creature.

"Damn! Why is it that the heart that hangs must be pounding anyway, basic dedemit sucks!" I grumbled in my heart.

Until finally Adrian finished his cleaning event and immediately moved into the room.

"Fouh!" Thank goodness he was unaware of my existence.

I'm relieved. Gone are the horrible sights I've never seen before.

Yeah, I've never seen one before.

I am a widow, but a virgin widow

A little story about my past.

I used to be an ordinary country girl. Just like the village girls in general.

My job is certainly not far from the cooking room called the kitchen.

Cooking, washing dishes and clothes, as well as mopping, is a task that should be carried for girls who start growing up like me in my village.

There is no such thing as relaxing. If for a second we were to disappear from our homes to simply meet the barbarians in the rice fields, it would have been shortly before, our fathers came, he said, and swiftly dragged us forcibly to return home.

Once, when the night was still between the dispute and dark, I heard the conversation of both parents with a landlady, the voice of the boss sounded raucous. Predictably, at that time his age was around seventy years and above.

I was nineteen at the time, trying to eavesdrop behind the door with a seven-year-old sister.

I slowly heard my mother's sobs as my father pleaded for the added tempo of debt repayment. However, the reply from the loan shark was only a curse.

I put the ears back together.

I heard that father owed fifty million as the capital for the field.

But unexpectedly, my father's efforts failed. The harvest that was supposed to stay ten days was forced to fail, heavy rains that resulted in flooding of the fields made the father's rice crops damaged.

Until, my father decided to agree to the landlord's request to make me his tenth wife. And in exchange, the father's debt is considered paid off along with his interest.

Hearing directly the father who agreed to the master's request, as soon as my blood rippled, my bones seemed to soften. My body was limp, leaning on the door leaf.

I can't believe Dad sold me. Made me a tool to redeem his debt.

Tears began to break between my little cheeks. Although I swept it repeatedly, it still got wet again. My sister who did not understand the pain and destruction of my heart, only dumbfounded with furrowed eyebrows, looked at with a look of wonder.

The day of my departure arrived. The day I was dressed like a lenong and with the grandfather who smelled like the ground.

I wanted to scream at that time. Yet afraid. Afraid that my father beat me up again like yesterday when the three of us were in the living room, I was father and mother, with no sister.

I refuse this offering. But what I got. The coercion and blows that my father gave me for being considered defiant. That's the reason I became not wrinkled when I was with the smelly landlady.

One day later, I moved into his mansion. Several women, from young to old, greeted me in the doorway. I can guess, they are the nine wives of the old man.

I entered, greeted by a waiter who drove me to a private room.

That day, I felt like trash being thrown into a coffin.

While alone in the room, I had intended to spend my life. But my attempt failed, when suddenly a woman came in. I'm appalled. Panic and confusion.

The woman smiled at me. A smile that beckoned me to calm down, there was no need to worry about his presence.

A second later he whispered in his ear. This woman took me away with her. I'm surprised between doubt and disbelief, can we do it.

At that moment, all I imagined was freedom. I do not remember the fate that will befall both parents if I act by running away from the old man.

Finally, with careful planning, we fled at midnight. Only armed with clothes that we wear on the body, we did not even have time to use footwear.

In the darkness of the night, we ran in the middle of a road where each edge was only a forest. Lost the fear at that time, there was only happiness because finally free from life as in monopoly.

My friend and I finally arrived at the harbor. That night there was a ship going to the city. And it turned out that, in the long run, my obscurity friend had prepared everything. It was evident from the two tickets that were already in his grasp.

That night we slept on the boat.