Wound Bidder

Differ

"Jan smile that way, Ma'am! Never seen a handsome man like this!"

With the Pedenya the man who was draped in a towel on his right shoulder hurled the sentence at the people in the elevator when he was about to go to the basement of the building.

"When did you shower, Mom?" One of them asked while laughing.

Indra raised an eyebrow. "Kok know?" He rubbed his hair which turned out to be dry. "Well don't be a witch doctor anymore" she laughed.

"How do I not know. The towel's still on the shoulder." This time everyone laughed.

Indra reflex raises hand, ensures. "Astagfireullah! Why take it all!" He patted his own head. Condemn his senility.

*There's a lot of males going upstairs. Bring it home dah*. It hums in the heart.

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In the next day, returning from work Indra returned to his apartment. Just looking at the state of the girl he brought last night. When the apartment door was opened, what Indra caught was the dark state of the room.

*Where is the girl*?

Indra did not think. Why can't the boncel turn on the lights and leave the room this dark? Really weird.

After the lights he turned on, the man was surprised to see the person who lived in his apartment curled up under the sofa. Seemed frightened.

"Astagfireullah! Lo why?" Indra squatting. The girl immediately shuffled towards him. "I-I'm scared!" he involuntarily hugged the man who was crouching in front of him.

Indra. It was not the first time she was held by a woman like this. But this one why is it different? Why is he so big?

Hesitating the sweet man returned the embrace of the skinny girl. "Nobody needs to be afraid! With me you're safe!" *Set said what did I just*?

And the hard push on his chest made him curse. "Why again?"

"Don't hug me carelessly, brother!" spray the girl angry.

Indra stood up as he passed to the kitchen to fetch water. He needs a drink now. *I think I brought some crazy people to this apartment*. He took a deep breath before returning to the room after drinking a glass of water.

"Have your wounds been treated yet?" For the umpteenth time the sweet man asked. Who only gets a nod.

Indra gave a paper bag that turned out to be lying on the floor to the downcast girl. "This is a dress for you" he said. The girl was still wearing the robe and pashmina last night. He should have changed his clothes.

"That's my mother's robe" he said as the boncel opened the paper bag. "A little great for you. I'll buy you the size of lo."

"Thank you."

The thick-eyed man smiled thinly. "Together," he replied. "Eh. What's your name? I forgot?"

"Dilla's."

"Have you eaten?"

Got the trinket from that girl named Dilla. Indra got up from her seat and went to the kitchen again.

I don't know what Indra looks like at the moment. The man in the armpit? People will laugh at him. Ah let. He doesn't care.

His hands opened the refrigerator, taking out the ingredients for him to cook. He cooked rice on magicom. Then fry the Nila fish and tempeh that has been cleaned. Check the sambel that has been seasoned.

Fifteen minutes later Indra brought her cooking into the front room. Pointing it at Dilla who was pensive on the sofa. "It's eating!"

Doubtfully the skinny boncel received the plate. "Favor, Brother."

"Who makes you think you are, anyway?" Indra was about to sit down, but stopped because the girl choked on hearing his question. "Slow down dong eat it! I will not take it!" he took water to the kitchen. He did not know that the question was the thing that made Dilla think back to the bad events that happened to the girl. And the fear came back. Dilla put her plate on the table by the sofa. Then curled up while screaming in fear.

"No! No!" He hit his own head. Indra who returned from the kitchen gasped.