Widow Kepentok Duda

Help out

Sandra was in the car and is now parked in the courtyard of a nightclub. His job to meet clients meant Sandra had to go back and forth to the club where the client wanted to meet. Fortunately the place belonged to one of his friends, so Sandra often asked for help to be accompanied.

“Halo, yes dear. Mama's gonna be home in about an hour. You're okay, ‘kan?” Sandra called Chila before getting out of the car.

“Ya,” replied Chila from across the call in a limp voice.

Sandra knew she had been neglecting her daughter for a few days, but the demands of her job kept her really busy.

After contacting Chila, Sandra got out of the car and walked towards the club in her formal attire, wearing a sponge skirt and a milk-brown shirt with a black blazer. However, even though the woman looked a little formal and seemed old-fashioned, but an aura of beauty still emanated from her face.

“I just arrived, I'll be in soon, room as usual? Okay!” Sandra had just spoken to someone over the phone call, then put the flat object back in the bag.

The woman was about to set foot in the courtyard of the club, until a man pulled her arm and took her to a slightly dark place on the side of the building next to the club.

“Give your bags and valuables!”

Sandra was so surprised, now her eyeballs looked at the two men who put a fierce face on her.

“Tasku, not your rights!” reject Sandra, one hand held tightly to the rope bag she was carrying.

“Much talk! Just surrender! Mau die!” sniffed one other man.

“Basic street thugs!” as Sandra looked fearless, even though her heart was beating so fast.

“Give your bags and valuables, fast!” the thug who held Sandra at the wall.

“If fight! We don't hesitate to make your life float!” threaten another thug. Directing the dagger's eyes under Sandra's chin.

**

Farzan goes to a nightclub because he can't stand Grisel who keeps getting bad at it. Almost seven years he survived, but Grisel did not change at all, selfishness and immense jealousy, making Grisel dark in the eyes and never willing to listen to his explanation, he said, just believe what you believe. Their debate this time, really made Farzan leave the house, already tired if it continues to face the selfishness of Grisel.

“Why does he not want to change in the least?” Farzan sighed harshly, staring at the brown liquid in the glass, before then chugging it down to the toilet.

Farzan got off the chair, then walked out to leave the club. He will go to the apartment, because it is impossible to go home to his parents who will certainly invite many questions.

While walking towards the parking lot, Farzan saw a woman who was being bullied by two thugs, precisely being held and threatened with sharp weapons. He approached and investigated what had happened.

Farzan heard the thug turn and threaten, making the man furious because he could not let the thugs do as he pleased, especially to a woman.

“Hei! Aren't you afraid of jail if you get caught?” farzan asked in a slightly snapping voice, although the man's head felt a little dizzy, but Farzan tried to stand up straight and put on a fierce face.

Two men who were pointing at Sandra turned their heads, seeing Farzan standing under the dim lighting.

“Who are you? No need to interfere!” sniff one of the thugs.

Farzan smiled obliquely at the thug's clash. “If I want to interfere how? I too am upset and need someone to make me a place to winnow!”

Farzan clenched one palm, while the other hand squeezed the fist. Giving a sharp look as if ready to hit the two thugs.

“Cih ... cocky!” The thug was grieving, before then one of them directly attacked Farzan.

Sandra seemed anxious if something happened to the person who was helping her. He looked to the right and left, trying to find help because he saw Farzan fighting two thugs. He ran towards the club, then asked the help of security guards there.

“Bu Sandra, why run like that?” ask a security guard who knows Sandra.

“Pak, there's a thug who nods me. Now there's a guy beating them up. You can help the man, I'm afraid something happened to the man who helped me,” Sandra said quickly.

On the other hand, Farzan still beat the two thugs, although unbalanced but can continue to fight. He who was in a state of annoyance and filled with anger, vented it on the two thugs, even though he was also hit by raw bogem.

“That, Sir!” sandra shouted with the club guards, pointing towards Farzan who was fighting two thugs.

Two security guards who saw then ran and helped Farzan bend the two thugs.

Sandra herself was relieved because finally the two thugs were arrested and led to the security guard post while waiting for the police to come. He looked at Farzan who was slightly injured.

“You okay?” asked Sandra to pay attention. The woman though was aged, but her face still looked like she was only in her twenties.

Farzan looked at Sandra who asked, before then rubbing the bloody tip of her lips with the surface of her thumb.

“Oh, no problem. Just a small wound,” replied Farzan. Until a scent tickles the nose, the scent of this perfume has been smelled by the nose before.

“Thank God, thank you for helping,” Sandra said later.

“No problem, next time do not go out alone night, let alone be in a place like this,” reply Farzan with a flat face, before then choosing to retreat and walk towards the parking lot. Although his heart was intrigued by the perfume that his sense of smell felt, but Farzan tried to resist not asking, because surely not only one person who wore the perfume of the scent.

Sandra herself felt relieved, grateful that there was a man who knew what his name had helped. He himself chose to go to the security guard post, waiting for the police to come and arrest the two very troubling thugs.

“The man who helped Ms. Sandra was injured, was it not treated first?” ask the security guard when he sees Sandra coming to the post herself.

Two of the thugs were tied up, then sat on the floor while waiting for the police to arrive.

“Ah .. why did I forget to offer her treated,” Sandra muttered inwardly.

He turned to look at Farzan and left until he no longer saw the man.

“He was in a hurry to leave, maybe later treated at home,” Sandra said later to the security guard.

“You all right?” A man came up to Sandra, the man who owned the nightclub. Exit immediately after the security guard contacted and told if the club owner's friend was being held by thugs.

Sandra turned her head, seeing that her acquaintance looked panicked and anxious.

“I'm fine, Mal. Fortunately there was a man who helped me, it looks like he subscribed to your club,” replied Sandra.

“Sgratitude.” The man named Malik Mahardika heaved a sigh of relief, then looked at the two thugs sitting on the floor with both hands tied. “These thugs, there is no stopping to turn on passers-by, especially the women! CK ...”

**

Farzan drove the car to his private apartment. In the car, one hand held the steering wheel while one hand touched the injured lip.

“That scent, why can't it disappear from my nose?”

The sweet aroma of vanilla which like combined with other scents, feels tickling Farzan's nose. Even though it is not with the woman who owns the scent, somehow the aroma does not want to get away from the sense of smell.

Farzan recalled the moment the woman walked away from him, shoulder-length hair in formal attire.

“Is she the woman the other day that I hit?” Farzan asked himself like a confused person.

Until the man shook his head quickly, feeling strange and stupid for thinking about the scent of a woman.

“Although it is true that the woman is the same as the other day, then what do you want? Weirdo? You are a man married to Farzan, do not be tempted by negative things, just because your relationship with Grisel is not good.”

That's how Farzan suggested himself, since he regretted having had an affair while dating and in the end fared badly because as if getting a karma, now Farzan does not want to repeat his mistakes first. He kept trying to be a loyal man, even though in reality the wife did not think of him.