The Wrong Time

Chapter 1

"Stop lo! Don't run lo!"

As quickly as possible I ran away from the thugs. Some big, muscular men chased me wherever I ran. I passed through small alleys in order to avoid their pursuit. As much as I can run. At a crossroads, I set foot to cross without looking around. Because of my roaring fear, I did not see a sedan car suddenly appear and hit me. I fell over and smelled the asphalt. My body was weak, I couldn't stand. My eyes blurred, I just saw someone get out of the car and call me. However, I cannot answer it. Then, he took me and took me into his car. I was grateful, because at the very least, the thug wasn't after me anymore.

I was still limp unable to open my eyes. I could feel the person who was driving me driving the car very fast. He swore repeatedly, I don't know why. Slowly, I opened my eyes. My head hurts a lot and my body hurts. Then I felt the car stop. I forced my eyes to open. I was surprised to see a man sitting next to me in the car. He took the water and gave it to me. I'm not resisting. I drank that water as if I hadn't drunk water for a week. Slowly, my vision improved. I took a breath to calm myself down.

"Lo's nothing?"

"Where's gue?" many confused. We stopped on the shoulder of the road.

"In my car, I got hit. Because of your mistake that suddenly emerged from the alley," he said as he traced my shabby clothes. I know what he's thinking.

"Thank you for helping me. Sorry, I've made it hard."

I'll get out of his car. Before coming out, I glanced around, was I still in their area. But, I'm relieved. It turned out that this man was going to take me to the Hospital because a few meters ahead I had already seen the Private Hospital.

"Eh, where are you going?" he said and chased me out of the car. "Gue wants to go home" I replied slowly. I must be careful, for I do not know this man. Indeed, his face did not show that he was a bad person. But who would have thought that rich people who dress well have bad intentions to poor people like me. Human trafficking, for example.

"Where's your house? Not good girl walks alone these nights. It's two o'clock in the morning" he said, glancing at his Rolex watch.

"Gue can go home alone" I replied confidently. In fact, I was still afraid that the thug was actually stalking me from behind.

"Don't do that. Today I want to do good. Come on, let me take you home."

"I can go home by myself. Don't force me!" I snapped at him pissed. I'm bad maybe, because I yelled at the man who helped me. But, what am I supposed to do? A home? Even out I don't have.

I am a woman who lives by the side of the road, where I find a place to sleep, where I will stay. If I wanted to eat, I would busker or sell dishwasher services at various restaurants. If I want to take a shower, I'll ride in a mosque or church.

From the time I was fifteen until I was seventeen, I was still living on the streets. Both my parents died, one day before my fifteenth birthday. Followed by my brother who died in the crack by a bunch of thugs.

In the past, Dad used to join the thugs in this region. Played gambling every day until he finally did not pay his gambling debt. All of Mom's jewelry was sold out to Dad just to play gambling. My brother whose ideals can go to college was not achieved because of the work of Dad. We are getting poorer, living in a house that is not worth using. Since then, my mother has been sick. We also began to go to the thugs to collect the debt Dad had not paid. My brother, who was nineteen and I was thirteen, was run out by thugs. They did not see whether it was a woman or a man. For them, debt must be paid. Because of that incident, my brother died.

Mother is getting depressed because of my brother's departure. A year after Abang's departure, Mama followed. I, who at that time still did not understand anything, was abandoned by people I loved.

Two months after Mom and Bang left, Dad took care of me. He started looking for work and regretted his actions. Every day she apologizes to me and cries in front of Mom and Brother's picture.

In the afternoon, Dad and I went out of the house. Dad asked me to pray in the mosque. After worshiping, I invited my father to play in the park. Me and Dad let go of all our grief. We laughed in that beautiful garden. It was getting dark, we wanted to go back to the mosque before finally returning home. On the way, Dad said something to me.

"Kia. If you're no longer with you, then be a brave boy, yes. Help those around you who need your help. Eat halal food, never leave five prayers. Be polite to others. Never do anything that Allah hates. Pray for Father, Mother and Brother, son. Take care of yourself."

At that time, I didn't think it was my last day with Dad.

"Yes Dad, Kia will definitely be like the person you want her to be,"

"really. That's Dad's son" he said, stroking my head.

Dad carried me with a happy laugh. A smile I never forgot. However, that happiness passed very quickly when a bunch of thugs came to us.

"Kia. Don't go out, run as far away as you can" Dad said. The look on his face changed. She's terrified.

I did not ask any more, I immediately searched for a hiding place. The thug approached Dad and I saw him prostrate to some big muscular men in front of him.

Suddenly, they pulled out a knife. Then, without hearing Dad's plea, they stuck the knife right in Dad's house. My tears fell, I cried with fear at that time. Dad was sprawled on the ground and bleeding a lot of blood in his stomach. They laughed to see Dad withstanding the pain. Unsatisfied, they kicked Dad in the head and left him. I ran to see Dad.

"Dad, don't leave Kia!"

My father no longer answered my words. I shook his body vigorously, hoping that he would open his eyes. I cried as hard as I could, stealing the attention of those around me. They were shocked to see someone had been killed. I cry looking at them. Begging assistance. But, they just saw without helping my father to go to the Hospital.

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"Dad!!" i'm yelling. My breath was cut off, my throat was very dry. I looked around, the sunlight coming through the windshield. Am I still in the car? Why am I still in this guy's car? What happened last night? I saw him who was looking at me in wonder.

"What's wrong? Lo's a nightmare?" tanyakanya.

"No,"

"Make it a shock! Yes, I'm taking you home. Where's your house?" tanyanya was upset while turning on the car. I still don't remember what happened last night. I should have been on the side of the road, not in a car like this.

"Wait on! Why am I sleeping here? Where are you taking me?" manya suspect.

"Who? Ck. last night you suddenly fainted. I don't want to take you to my house, so we're still in the car."

I kept quiet, no longer answering his statement. "Yes, thanks for giving me a ride to sleep. Excuse me," I want to open the car door. But, when I wanted to open the door, someone pulled my door from the outside. I was surprised, I closed the door and locked it from the inside. I didn't expect it to turn out that the thug was waiting for me outside. They want to pull my hand. I'm afraid, I'm confused as to what to do.

"Hurry, let's get out of here!" my orders to him.

"Why? Who're they?" tanyanya.

"Let me tell you, get out of here if you want to survive, please,"

He was wide open to hear my words. Without asking any more, he immediately stepped on the gas and left. I glanced from the rearview mirror, the thugs looked annoyed. I immediately sighed. I can't imagine, if you got out of this guy's car, what would happen to me.

"Who are they?"

"It's none of your business" I replied. This guy asks too many questions.

"Lo don't fuck around. Who are they?" he seemed annoyed that I did not answer his question.

"Gue said, it's none of your business!" I don't want to tell him. I know that rich people like him would choose to give me up or throw me on the side of the road like this rather than risk his life.

"Lo crazy ya! Now you're in my car, if they come and ruin everything, not you're the one who's dead, but me! Crazy, damn I found a brandal chick like lo!" upset ass.

"What did you say?" I didn't accept it because he said I was like that. I do live on the street, but that doesn't mean I'm a brandy kid.

"Brandal girl, I should have stayed last night! Because of your life I almost lost" he said again. I saw that his jaw was hardened. He gripped the steering wheel of the car.

"Oh yes, good dong if that is so," I replied origin. I was upset because she said I was a bad girl.

Suddenly, the car stopped. He unlocked the car door and told me to get out. He told me that I was an ungrateful person because he had helped me. I don't give a shit. I got out of his car and slammed the door really hard. After I got out, he left. The car is moving very fast. Indeed, he should have not helped me last night. Supposedly, he let me fall on the street. Life is making me sick.