Wound Bidder

9

"Till let's get down!" Indra turned her head to the side as the car stopped in the basement of the apartment. "Eh sleep," he murmured.

"Hey!" Indra was about to wake up the girl sleeping in his car. But urung heard the roar of tired breath of the owner of the blue pashmina. "What really happened to you?" He removed his seatbelt and got out of his vehicle.

"I'm sorry I touched you again" he whispered. Then he focused the blue pashmina's weight on his two arms. "It's so light for people's children." The sweet man still had time to comment while taking the girl to the 7th floor of this building using the elevator.

The curious gaze of the people who were in the elevator made him want to quickly get out of this place. Moreover, the condition of the girl he brought was very sad. Face filled with bruises, corner of lips torn. Duh why also he brought this skinny boncel here? Broken is his image as the best handsome man.

People would think he was a very cruel handsome man. At least that's what he saw in their eyes.

Elevator door opens. The sweet man gave thanks in his heart. Soon he got out of that place. Walk quickly to the apartment.

***

The noise of water in the bathroom disturbed Dilla's sleep. His eyes narrowed the glare as he caught the light of the lamp.

"Where is this," he murmured. Feeling this place was foreign to him, he stood up in panic.

"Are you awake?"

Dilla turned to the origin of the voice of the person who appeared from behind the bathroom door. A handsome man with long casual pants and a plain black t-shirt. One hand the man held a towel rubbed into his wet hair.

Dilla was pale. He was filled with fear. This guy doesn't mess with her, does he?

Realizing something the man immediately said, "Thinking what are you?"

Dilla retreated as the man stepped closer to her. He's getting scared. "Don't come any closer!" his yell.

"Gue just wanted to get out of this room! It's not good to be alone in the room! How does the devil pass?"

Door opened. "What you think about me is not true. Although I am not a sholeh person but gini-gini I am also afraid of the same sin." The door closed a little hard.

Dilla sculpting.

A few seconds later, the door opened again. "Kalo laper lo stay cook! The ingredients are in the refrigerator. Okay that's it! I'll go home first!" The man was about to close the door of the room again but did not hear the phrase skinny boncel.

"I can't cook, I can't" said Dilla slowly, looking down.

The handsome sweet man's jaw fell. Gaping mouth. Whahuh? The average girl should cook, right? Especially if they are from the bottom?

Forced to give one of his cell phones to the pashmina girl. "Grabfood orders can, right? I guarantee the same mobile phone. Sandinya Indra the handsome."

Then he reached into the pocket of his pants taking the purse. He took out a five-sheet banknote from there. "The money!" while handing out the paper. "I'm going home first." The door closes back. This time with greetings.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," murmured Dilla. It was still frozen in place. The man left the apartment with a towel in his hand.

The phone in Dilla's hand vibrated the sign of the incoming message.

Oh yes I forgot. If you want to get out of the apartment sandinya 140197. If you want to cure the wound medicine in the nightstand drawer. If you want to pray isya wudhunya near a small mosque towards the living room.

Dilla reviewed a faint smile reading the message. It turned out that the man wasn't as bad as he thought. Even if you talk to him.