The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Club

The clock has already pointed to the number 21.15 but I still walk indistinctly to and fro with Siti. The drowsiness that had attacked suddenly disappeared instantly due to an unexpected event that was very undesirable.

Sari and Rani have been picked up by their parents. Earlier, when the brake was sudden, shortly after Sari was unconscious. It turned out that my prayer that asked Sari not to faint was not answered.

Then I called Om Adit-Papanya Sari to catch up with her on the street. Then when the steering wheel was taken over by Om Adit - about to drive us - we came home, suddenly the engine died.

As a result Om Adit came home using the motor he carried by piggybacking Sari. Leaving a red car helplessly on the side of the road. But before long the car was towed to the workshop. Along with that Om Cipto, Rani's father came to pick up his son.

Om Adit also returned after driving his daughter home. He invited me and Siti to take him home. Damn the Siti pretentious and refused and did not want to be taken.

And here we both are. Walking in an indeterminate direction. Every now and then I step while kicking the pebble with the end of the sandal. Wreaked some irritation on the selfless brat who walked beside me.

Then we stop in front of a building with lights twinkling through the outside. It says 'night club'.

"Nad." Siti pulled my hand, then whispered something in my ear."

"What?!" I screamed when he asked me to come into the club.

"We look around. Keep it out again." So he said that.

For me getting into a club is like getting into a crocodile cage. We will not be able to come out as intact as before. I was afraid of being dragged by Om-Om and then brought to the room to be a lustful gratifier. Just like the ones in the novels I read a lot.

"Lu aja sono. I didn't!" Fold hands on the chest. Ignoring Siti's ridiculous invitation kamvret.

"Well, Nad .. if I'm alone how brave."

I cringe.

"Nyali ciut that sok-sok and ngajak to the club. Dah, don't be weird. Mending us home!" I'm still thinking about how to nyampe the house before the clock is pointing right at the number ten.

But with her sinless Siti pulling my hand made me want to not follow her. I have really entered the comfort house. The sound of music was so jarring in the ears.

Crazy one! This is a boy who really did the guts test.

"We're sitting there!" Sari pointed at the two empty seats and invited me there.

After sitting down, a transvestite came to offer me a drink I had guessed was red wine. The intoxicating drink which is strictly forbidden in my religion. I quickly shook my head. But Siti's behavior made me glare in disbelief.

"A little bit." He held out a small glass that was immediately filled with drinks by the transvestite.

"Lu want to mabok?!" my mouth was staring around so many people. There are a lot of scenes of men and women that I shouldn't have seen.

"Little doang mah will not mabok times, Nad." Siti started drinking a little in a small glass. His expression instantly changed when he felt the illicit liquid. Maybe that's the influence of the taste of the drink for a beginner like Siti. Then he chugged again, and again.

I pulled the glass in Siti's hand which still left a little liquid red-purple. "Inget sin, Ti!" I was loud and full of emphasis.

"There is no need to talk about sin. If you want to drink, drink. No need to be holy!" A half-mumped man said sniffly as he passed our table. Maybe he heard my words. I saw him staggering toward the other table.

It's stupid, emang. Talking about sins in a place like this. What clearly set foot was wrong.

"Well, said the man, Nad. This time we're having a party. Missed a moment of life's problems." The talk of Siti began to fret. Is he dead, Dad?

"Your eyes party!"

'Mr' I muttered staring at the flat screen in my grip. I immediately shifted the green button.

"Mr hope you're on your way home."

Gluey! His voice sounded cold and horrible. I can't even say 'yes'. Scroll clock on mobile 21.45. Which means in 15 minutes I should be home. And here I am still sitting in the club. Fuck you, Nada!

Lord, I hope you will protect me.

Connection was unilaterally severed. Without me realizing Siti added her drink. This time he was really drunk. Blurting, roaring and sometimes laughing by yourself.

I tried to stop him by snatching the glass from his hand. But Siti was already drunk. Anxiety, confusion, fear, and other bad feelings coalesced in my brain.

"I can't stand being an outlet for my father's anger. The loser guy who just hitchhikes lives in Mom's house." Siti was back to making unclear.

Even so, I still faithfully listened to the words that came out of his mouth. Doesn't a drunk person always tell the truth? And Siti just said she'd be an outburst of her father's anger. Is he having problems with his family?

"Wasphemy how? Is your father playing with his hands?" I was pounding waiting for the answer that came out of Siti's mouth.

"Hahaha, you're good at guessing. Every time I go home from school, I'm always the main purpose of the rampage. He's evil, Nad." Siti laughed and then cried.

"Lu flanked by bokap Lu?" I asked again with anxious feelings.

"Sometimes the bastard put a cigarette on my skin just because I didn't give him money. You know what it feels like? Pain ... Nad. My mind and soul were severely tortured by that bastard."

"And the funny thing is that Mom was just a spectator of my pain. Haha." Siti threw up after saying it all.

The clear thread slid free from the corner of my eye. There's pain in here knowing that one of my best friends is experiencing violence in his family. I can't imagine how depressed Siti has been.

I did see some injuries on Siti's body. But I never suspected the perpetrator of making such sadistic traces on his body.

"We need to get home soon." I stood up before someone finally blocked my arm to make me sit back down.

"Where are you going, beautiful? Here you go first. I've booked a room for us to have fun." The man with the body of the bongsor poked at my chin which I immediately brushed aside roughly. Really am! I felt disgusted to be touched by him.

"Don't macem-macem, yeah!"

"Cup, cup, cup. Don't be so bad, dong. What if we go straight to the room?" He tried to grab my body. I'm really scared. A flash of bad shadow flashed back in my mind.

"Dirty! Don't dream of sleeping with me!" I tried to push his big body, but failed. He managed to ambush and grab me from behind with a single pull. I screamed for help. But the sound of music that is so loud makes everyone only focus on their own world. With Siti.

Not losing my mind, I tried to bite as hard as possible the hand that was coiled around my shoulder. Succeeds. He took off his arms and grimaced in pain.

However, he also did not stop his actions. I continued to retreat as he moved closer and closer to me. Until I felt the road was dead.

I'm stuck on the wall. The man held both of my shoulders while tilting his head to aim the black bIbIr at my face, either in the mana part. I nodded while closing my eyes.

God, help me, please. I really hope God will help me.

I opened my eyes when I no longer felt that big hand on my shoulder. Turns out the bongsor guy was being beaten by ... About Gibran?