Women Rolling

Chapter 2's

To whom should he throw a serapah?

The soil?

The ocean?

A time?

Or God?

 

Nah!

Wasn't it!

Although it was gray and almost faded, a ray of sanity was still left in his soul that had been destroyed.

Faced with destruction that chained up into a thousand lara and suffering. His happiness has been taken away.

In the weak, in despair, with only a shabby outfit left one attached to the body ... Nastya Jasmine drops herself in the middle of the two navels that have just stockpiled the bodies of her father and mother.

Opposite her mother, her younger brother is also buried.

How will he not be angry?

How can the niche not scream?

When life judges him too much with the fall of the law that he does not even know .. what is wrong!

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A plane crashes unexpectedly into the village where Nastya Jasmine and her family live.

Dozens of souls floated to form pain - including both Jasmine's parents and her younger brother who were also victims.

A cluster of destroyed houses took away the shade of the remaining lifeless bodies.

Jasmine survived the disaster, because at the time of the incident, she was struggling with her work in a company that was quite far from her residence.

....

The foot of Mount Salak, Bogor - West Java.

The place where Nastya Jasmine and her family stringed their lives from zero-since two years ago. After his father's furniture store in Jakarta, he was wiped out by the red jago without knowing what the exact cause was until now.

The huge losses made the Jasmine family's economy hit its lowest point at the time. His college was neglected, his younger brother's school left repayments of debt from unpaid tuition fees.

Debts and debts were everywhere, to make up for the shortcomings and gag the stomachs of those who roared in hunger.

The last option, their simple house was forced to be sold by the father to pay off debts and the rest they used for their new business capital in a different city-Bogor.

Their lives slowly improved in the city. But Jasmine chose to work first, before continuing her delayed lectures. To add to the cost of education later, so as not to overcharge his parents, Jasmine reason.

.....

One year passed ....

The sorrow of loss could not be erased in Nastya Jasmine's heart just like that, as easy as flicking a finger. But he could not continue to curl up in a wound that would somehow dry up.

Jasmine had to continue her life.

PT. Sagarmas Duta Makmur's.

The Estate-based company, which also provides lodging services in the form of villas, hotels, and beautiful treats of golf courses that meet almost in the expanse of parts consisting of hundreds of hectares.

It is not easy to get a good position when only a High School Diploma is relied upon.

Jasmine chose to move residence after 40 days of her family's departure to the afterlife.

And what he chose was a small boarding room located not far from the company. The mini residence is indeed mostly filled by employees who also work in the same place as him.

In addition to waiting for the renovation of the house from the government's hand is very long, according to Jasmine, he also did not want to continue to struggle in the shadow of his family which would only be a wound that might never recover in his heart - if he had to continue to survive in that memorable place.

Jasmine was quite able to widen her heart after living alone.

He enjoys his job, even though he only befriends mop and broom every day. But it seems something is different. The tragedy of the loss made him turn into a closed figure who did not interact much with people he knew in his place of work.

Difficult to explain.

.....

Until one day ....

Tragedy came back to him.

At exactly 21:00, Jasmine will only come out after spending her overtime at work.

A bag measuring 30 x 20 centimeters, has a slick he sling on his shoulder. Jasmine began walking down the deserted street towards the boarding building which was about 200 meters from where she worked.

It was mediocre at first. The road was quite calm on his feet. Until his steps arrived at a quiet bend that was still half way from the direction of his boarding building.

Jasmine retreated her body stiffly. Squeezing a bag rope that coiled in front of his chest. His face stiffened in fear. A terrible sight captured his sight. Three men are seen molesting another man until he is sprawled under their feet.

"Yes, my God, who are they?" muttered Jasmine ketar-ketir. His body suddenly trembled uncontrollably. The sweat billows rolled quickly past his temple. He hoped that the people would not see him because their distance was not too far away. If he chose to turn around and run, those people would definitely catch him easily.

Then what should he do?

Finally, his gaze fell on a tree that was about a meter away to his left. Carefully, in order not to cause any movement that lured those people to catch its shadow, Jasmine slipped her body behind the tree. Its diameter was only on par with her, until it was quite difficult for Jasmine to let go of the hiding position behind it.

A painful moan was heard from the mouth of the man who was beaten by the hoodie people. Jasmine covered her ears using both palms. His eyes he closed with a horrified ringing.

And the horror becomes even more when someone slaps his shoulder.

Jasmine's eyes opened and opened.

Like an endless nightmare, one of the hoodie men had now stood right in front of him. "Hay, Miss," said the tall man lightly.

"Who-who, you-you?"

The man seemed to grin in response to Jasmine's question. "Is the show that Miss saw just now too horror?"

Jasmine's palm groped the tree behind her through her sisian body. He shifted his body in trembling. "No-no. Excuse me, I'd like to skip. I-I want to go home," Jasmine stuttered.

"Oh, huh? Going home? Shall I take you?" The man offered. At first glance caught Jasmine, the smile .. Even in the dimness-honestly, amazingly charming, he admitted.

"Need to! My house is deket!" push Jasmine still stammered while pointing her index finger in the direction where her host was.

The man followed her gaze, then looked back at her.

A horrible look, Jasmine said.

But he never said again, someone smothered his mouth from behind. Jasmine was surprised not to be a bitch. His palm crammed into the heavy palm that was stuffing his mouth. He thrashed around with screams that of course only sounded like people suffocating.

As for the man in front of her, just shut up with a light smile. His two hands seemed to be quietly sucked into the hoodie pocket that was right parallel to his stomach.

Jasmine's body was dragged forcibly into a car that the three men were carrying. Then drove away leaving a body figure drenched in blood that was lying on the side of the road - the result of their persecution.

I don't know what bad luck would welcome Jasmine up ahead.