The Wrong Time

Chapter 5

Ah, so tender. Cold air. The smell is so good. It's so much fun.

Uh, wait. What the fuck? As I recall, I was lying on the ground because the thugs had hit me all out. I opened my eyes slowly. Right, I was already inside a very large room, cold in temperature and smelling very fragrant. In fact, the clothes have been changed. Huh, clothes? CLOTHES!!!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa....!!!!!”

I have not been sold abroad! Lest a fat old man sleep and feel my body. Oh my God, why is my life like this?!

“Shut up!! Why are you?” asked a man who came up to me with a crumpled face. I can't, I'm sure he must be the pimp who will sell me!

I bit her hand and tried to run. I screamed as hard as I could, hoping someone would hear me from the outside. But, this man immediately pulled my leg and shut my mouth tightly. I hit him on the head, kicked him on the thigh, so I could get out of his dirty hands.

However, he climbed up onto my body and grabbed both hands and stretched them upwards. Her other hand, shutting my mouth very tightly. What kind of position is this?

I glared at her eyes. Those bright brown eyes were now looking at me without distance. A sharp nose and very sexy red lips. It seemed that he was not a pimp, as this handsome face was usually only a customer of a pimp. Don't-don't?!!!

Brak!!

The door sounds wide open. We saw who came in. A beautiful woman wearing a red dress that shows her beautiful curves. I glanced at this man. His face was shocked when he saw the woman in red dress enter. Without speaking, he immediately left the room. This man above me immediately let go of me and chased after the woman. He pulled his hand and tried to explain what was going on. However, before he explained, a loud slap was already hovering on his face.

I cringe. I guess, it's her boyfriend.

I look around. This man no longer holds me back. I jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. But, as I passed by, he pulled my arm roughly and lifted my body from behind. I nodded, pulling her hair from the front. Downstairs, I saw an old woman walking. I screamed but the man immediately shut my mouth and pulled me in.

“What are you doing?!”

“I? I should have asked! Why are you pulling me like that?” reply upset. He scratched his head then opened the door a little, peeking.

“Ah, shit!” said it. He pulled my hand and put me in a closet.

“Hey, what are you doing? You're crazy, aren't you? Want to kill me?”

“Be quiet if you want your life safe!” he said he looked at me very sharply. Those brown eyes are breaking my heart. For some reason, I just fell silent and followed his will. From the sidelines of the closet, I saw an old woman who was downstairs had entered this room.

“What's up with Naya? Why is she crying?” ask the old woman.

“I don't know,” the answer is relaxed.

“Nothing. Just a misunderstanding between me and Naya,” he explained.

“Naya never lied to Mama!” he said with an angry tone. The old woman traced this man's room. He opened the bathroom door and headed to the front of the closet. I shut my mouth. What would happen to me if this old lady found me?

“Why is it locked?”

Locked down? This guy is smart too.

“The key is left in the car. In a moment I will take it,” he replied casually. The old woman's eyes probed. He didn't like it when this guy kept a lie.

“Indra, don't ever lie to Mama. Understand?” he warned the man. The man simply shrugged both of his shoulders and put his hands into the pockets of his pants. Then, the old woman came out. He waited until the old woman was no longer around his room. Once it was safe, he immediately pulled me out from inside.

“Ah.. tightness once!” my lament.

“Try if you don't yell, everything won't be messed up like this!” said annoyed. He sat on the lip of the bed.

“Ya, sorry. I don't know. Try if you say from the beginning, yes, surely I am not surprised.” My answer is self-defense.

“Crazy, don't scream what? Just opened my eyes to scream. Shit!” upset ass.

“Don't do it dong, watch your words! Naturally I panic because it is in the room of a foreign boy like lo!”

“Ah, stop. I'd better be sprawled there earlier,” he said then stand out from the room. He called someone. Not long after, a man in a black suit came over.

“Please take this bar-bar chick home,”

“What? A bar-bar? Keep dong saying!”

“Go!”

“Hey, next time we meet on the street, don't take me back to your house. I also don't wish on please lo!” I said angry while pointing. However, the man in black clothes immediately pulled my hand. I think he's an aide to this man. “What the hell? Don't hold-hold!”

“Let's Miss, I'm interrupting,” he said. I was upset to see this man in front of me. The first time I met him I was sick of him, now I meet him again. Just be right! I walked out of his room without saying thank you. I wish I never saw this man again. It sucks!