The Touch of Gendis Love

With Ozge

"Wrong what did you say? you're obviously very wrong? because of you, I lost Ozge Sevket. Get you out of this place, or we'll make you regret coming to work here" replied the woman named Ane.

"I don't want it, Ma'am. If you don't accept it, please talk to Ms. Alika. Even though you all laughed at me, insulted me, accused me and doused me with sewer water though, I don't care. I work here, you guys are the same. What distinguishes me and you is just a short time here. Not another one," Gendis replied firmly. Then he walked towards his dressing room.

Gendis meets with Alika.

"Why are you, Ndis? who did this?" ask Alika.

The thing that experienced by Gendis has indeed happened to some new Therapists who immediately skyrocketed among customers. Alika had just wanted to give a warning, but it was too late.

"Just splashed water, Miss. Doesn't matter. No need to be extended, I don't want to be considered a complainant. It's nothing, Miss. I'm used to abuse" said Gendis.

Alika smiled, it turns out that she did not choose wrong. Gendis is a strong person.

After changing clothes and tidying up the thin makeup on his face, Gendis chose to wait in the room instead.

****

Unlike before, this time Ozge is not confident with his performance. Many times he glazed, just making sure his appearance was perfect.

He did not want a massage this time, tonight he will make the best use of his time in order to make Gendis interested in him.

Ozge held onto his chest which suddenly thumped very tight. This time he felt this kind of feeling.

It may be too early to conclude that he is in love, but in fact that is exactly what Ozge feels.

Gendis opened the door of the room where Ozge was. The room was different from yesterday, this time he entered a more luxurious room with the same facilities as the room when he was serving Eser.

The girl tried to calm herself down and think positively.

"Good night, Mr. Ozge." Gendis greeted while lowering her face.

"Night, Ndis. Tonight, I just want a shoulder massage. But just sit down, "he asked.

"Good, Sir."

Gendis walked over to Ozge, who was sitting on a long sofa. "We're from now on, sir."

Ozge took off the shirt that was attached to his body, then shifted his body to turn his back to Gendis.

"Excuse me, sir." The girl started sticking her fingers on Ozge's shoulders. Gives pressure strongly, relaxes muscles that are indeed touched very stiff. Just got a massage last night.

"Ndis, can I tell you something?" ask Ozge suddenly.

"Please, Sir." Gendis replied formally.

"My life looks perfect, Ndis. I am handsome, my posture is perfect and abundant in treasures. Perfect right?" tanyakanya.

Gendis smiles. Somehow he felt, Ozge sounded like someone in need of a confession.

"There is less of a self, sir." replied Gendis carefully.

Ozge turned to Gendis. "What's that?"

"I don't know" Ozge said.

"If, sir, many friends. Of course you didn't take someone like me to tell a story."

"Friends? who wants to be friends with me for who I am? they obviously approached me because of the benefit principle. Ease in business or just want to enjoy my loyalties. In the end, I want to have a friend who can remind me if I'm wrong."

"Sir, pretend to be broke. Let's know which ones are sincere and which ones are just looking at the fulus" Gendis suggested. His hand was still agilely pressing down on Ozge's back.

"It doesn't need to be that way either. If I pretended to be broke, Eser would be happy."

Gendis did not dare to respond. Hearing the name of Eser alone can make his heart beat. The man really made him have to put an alarm as a reminder of the danger sign on his body.

"You know, Ndis. I'm just the son of my papal affair. My mom is no better than you. It could be said to be worse. She's a lucky night worker married to a Sevket." Ozge turned around, then rested himself on the back of the sofa. Make the Gendis massage stop.

"It's not finished, sir."

"It's okay. I just want to complain. I'm an ordinary human being, who is tired of constantly pretending. I'm not okay" he lamented.

Gendis gave her smile. "Each of us has a story, sir. That perfect life may be just the extent of our judgment. For us, the economic difficulties. Having a lot of money, is probably perfection."

"But you must be surrounded by a lot of love."

"Love? try to be poor. In order, you can feel you can eat and survive is much more important than just the attention above called love." Gendis's view looked far away.

"Ndis, won't you be my friend?" Ozge looked at Gendis gently.

"I can be friends with anyone, sir."

Ozge also looks very happy and relieved, he wants to start a relationship with Gendis well. Inwardly, he was firmly convinced that the girl in front of him right now was the soul mate God had sent for him.

Both of them continued to tell a familiar story, really warm night. Their conversation just flowed, slightly opening each other's sad stories. Similar but not the same. At least Ozge is much luckier on the material than Gendis.

While elsewhere, precisely still in the SVK office building on the 25th floor. Eser was still there, but now he's not alone. There was a paid woman accompanying him.

The woman was not as happy as usual when accompanying Eser, this time she looked very frightened. The man simply told her to strip off everything she was wearing, then let it go. Not touching or talking.

"Massage my shoulders" Eser ordered with his distinctive cold voice.

The woman named Dela ventured to approach Esar. A little relieved, because finally his arrival was considered as well.

He had just touched his shoulder, but Esar had already thrown his hand.

"Your touch is not steady at all" Esar said sarcastically.

Dela started trying to tease Esar in another way. Nor does he want to waste an opportunity.

Esar is very famous for his loyal, if he is satisfied with the service provided. So he did not hesitate to give a fantastic amount of rupiah for the size of workers like Dela.

The smell of alcohol coming out of Esar's mouth is so stinging in Dela's sense of smell. But indeed the man was quite strong, he was still very conscious even though five bottles of vodka he had gulped until aground.

Esar began to open his shirt and pants, then throw them carelessly. He attacked Dela very violently. No soft touch. Up from the lips of the woman who came out was just a sigh of pain.