When you kissed me

Four

Moli flicked that hand “Aaan lo? Don't be insolent yeah.” Moli tried to push the man who was blocking her way.

The man still teased her. And it's getting less and less brazen. Now his hands began to try to reach his thighs with sharp eyes. “Please!” his screams pushed the man who was still trying to hold Moli to close his mouth so as not to scream again.

Moli started crying and was scared. I don't know why there's no one there. “Fuck lo!” Moli slapped the man while trying to touch his chest.

“Start brave yes..” The man squeezed his body until Moli was cornered on the wall and made his upper clothes torn because trying to release the crib made half his arms open.

“Don't be rude dong same chick.” The man was pulled by someone from behind.

“Yoga?” inner Moli. He still recognized the boy's face.

“No need to interfere.” The man pushed Yoga to the point of hitting Moli who was standing behind him.

“Fuck lo!” a tonjokan floated right on the man's cheek. “You want me to call everyone so you can digebugin?” Yoga glared at him.

“Go lo!”

Unwilling to take issue the man turned away with a drop of blood at the corner of his lips leaving them.

“Moli's sister isn't papa?” ask Yoga to Moli who is still crying. Wrap the jacket he wore to cover Moli's chest.

“Still.” Lirih.

“Gue anterin home yes..” Yoga clasped Moli's arm to take her out of the place.

Inside Fani is still busy chatting with Aldo. While Mia was back about twenty minutes ago.

“Yuk up.” Take Yoga when the bike is ready.

“Lo do not want to mess with me, right?” ask Moli.

Yoga grunts then takes a helmet hanging on the right handlebar of the motor. “Ya is not. Upset ride!.”

Moli according. He sits in the back seat of a Yoga motorcycle. His eyes are still puffy. “Mean it if out at night do not wear clothes soan. Who tried who did not look.” Cerocos Yoga that Moli doesn't care about. He clenched his Yoga waist tightly. I don't know why there's such comfort in this body.

“Soelf was there?” tanya Yoga is still focused on staring at the streets.

“Sama temen.” Answer Moli briefly.

“Home on which side?”

“Understanding garden complex No 20.”

This incident took hold of his mind again. Moli thought about what if no one had helped her. Could have been dragged to a quieter place. That guy is so insolent. Why should Moli be touched by him? Cruel in this world. Fani is also guilty of this. Why is it that clothes are stuck on his body. Of course anyone who saw it would be fascinated with a certain intent.

“Udah until..” says Yoga when it has stopped in front of a house.

No support from behind. “Hei. Up to.” Yoga shook his back which was still held Moli.

“Yah sleep Dia.”

Yoga slowly turned his hands around trying to reach Moli's head. Fortunately, Yoga uses a matik motorbike so it is easier to reach the girl. Only a small sigh could be heard from Moli's lips. “Sleeping monkeys rich kebo.” Yoga brought Moli into the house.

His eyes did not escape glancing at the girl's cleavage which was plastered real in front of his eyes.

“Jesus!!” Yoga shuddered his face to another place. Amazing view, right?

“Night!!” said Yoga who still stands on the terrace of the house with both hands still carrying Moli.

“Iya... wait a minute.”

“Yeah! why is this Non Moli?” asked when she opened the living room door.

“Later I'll clear mbok. Where's this put? Very heavy!” who was getting tired of carrying Moli.

“Bring to room aja Den.” The mbok pointed at a brown door on the second floor.

Yoga looked down at the stairs leading to the room. “Buset by! Very high.”

Arriving in Moli's room, Yoga immediately laid her on a bed wrapped in yellow sheets. Only a soft sigh was heard from the lips of the girl. “Bikin craziness Chick.” He murmured in his heart. Then cover the Moli with a blanket.

Mbok Ijah was still standing beside the bed filled with curiosity. While Yoga who was about to stand up arrived his hand was pulled by Moli until he sat down. “Eh why nih.”

“Mama Papa...” he said softly with his eyes closed. Yoga frowned. His left hand was still tightly grasped by him.

“Actually Non Moli why or Den?” ask the mbok with a worried face.

“No idea also I'm the mbok.”

“No idea how?” saur the mbok again with his fingers fused in front of the chest.

“I don't know the exact event. There was only one man bothering her there. Keep me pleasein.” Reply Yoga did not forget to glance at the beautiful girl who was still sleeping beside him.

“mbok fetchine drink yes Den..”sata si mbok.

Yoga nodded. Mbok Ijah went to the kitchen. The look on the face of a sleeping girl shows that she is a lonely angel. An angel who often flies alone with his weak wings. No one knows how silent this heart and body is.

“Mama Papa's... Moli kangen.” He's delirious again.

Missing her parents was a painful thing for her heart. They still exist but feel nothing. Sometimes Moli wants to think that her parents are no longer in this world but, the thirst for affection that continues to rebel even though there is no result and ends in emptiness makes him continue to hope and continue to hope.

Yoga is smirk. “It looks like there's something with Brother Moli.”

Eight months into her two parents living abroad. There was never any news from them except for a short message as if asking for news but there was never a reply back after Moli sent back a message.

“Mama don't go anymore.. temenin Moli here..” whine the girl tightly holds the hand of the woman who is putting a large suitcase into the trunk of the car.

“Mama will have to work with Papa as well. You ask anything for Mama... Mama works for you..” answers without any sense of compassion. Just a hand stroke as if showing the look of his sad face.

All for your sake, all you want for sure we follow, we work only for you, for your future...

A nightmare sometimes present in his deep sleep. Torturing, but there is no choice.

Yoga releases the grip of the Moli slowly. He turned away from Moli.

“Mbok... I'm back yes..” Say yoga when meeting mbok Ijah on the stairs.

“Neating first Den. This is the mbok already made anget.” tea

“Create aja Moli. I said yes mbok.”

“Still Den..”.

Yoga smiled and passed away leaving that luxurious house.

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