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Stella is still standing at the door of the salon even though Jonathan's car is out of sight. He did not care about his clothes that had begun to get wet with water droplets from his hair.

"The hair was dried first yuk." A light pat on her shoulder resuscitated Stella from the reverie.

Stella tried to keep her tears from falling during the process of drying her hair. Even salon employees who handle hair, do not dare to ask a lot. All those who were in the salon, both employees and visitors, knew and heard Jonathan's words to her, it was shameful and painful.

"Already Mba," said the gentle salon officer. He understands the state of his customers' feelings tonight.

"Thank you" said Stella slowly. He kept his head down from the cashier until he got out of the salon.

Stella stands in front of the salon, waiting for her order online taxi with shopping bags in her right and left hands. An old saloon car approached him.

"Order a taxi online, Neng?" ask the taxi driver online from an open window.

"Yes, sir, but the car's the same police number is different, sir?" Stella compares the app to the car in front of her.

"My car used to pick up passengers broke down. Come on in, Neng." The driver opened the front door of his car.

"I'm behind you, sir." Stella walked to the back of the car to open the rear passenger door.

"Sorry, Neng in the dirty backseat was a drunk passenger continues to vomit, I have not had time to clean," said the fattened driver.

Although not comfortable, Stella still follow the request of the taxi driver online because she really wants to get home and pour her frustration and tears on the pillow.

While in the car, Stella always threw her eyes out the window. The hungry eyes of online drivers who stare at him from head to toe make him very uncomfortable.

"Well, Neng?" Stella only responded with a thin nod, "Pantes looks really pretty, scented again." Stella turned her head quickly with eyes warning that the driver had crossed the line.

"Don't glare at it, Neng so more beautiful I'll be like," seduced the driver again.

"I'm sorry, sir please don't be rude. I am not comfortable with the words of my father. I can report it to the company where you work" Stella threatened. The driver was not afraid to laugh.

"Main reporting anyway, this Neng. Don't be too serious, Neng we're just fun." The driver was increasingly acting brave by holding Stella's knee.

"Ahhh, brazen!" Stella brushed off the black hoofed hand and hit the online taxi driver's head with her handbag.

"Fuckin' lady!"

Plaakk! The driver's palm slapped Stella's face hard.

"Toloooonggg!" Stella banged on the car window and tried to open the door of the car which, from the beginning, Stella entered, had been locked by the driver.

The quiet atmosphere of the road because it was almost late at night, benefiting the driver, but did not stop him from panicking with the screams of Stella.

The driver picked up a folding knife from the car drawer, then placed the blade into Stella's stomach.

"You screamed again, I stabbed," threatened the driver.

"Please, Mr. .. I just want to go home." Stella's body trembled in fear.

"I also want you to be quiet" the driver pressed. Stella tried not to move so as not to provoke the driver's anger.

Tears have washed his face. The lips that were injured from the driver's hand slap, had already started to bleed. Just to shrink the tears and blood on her lips alone, Stella did not dare to move.

"Well, we're there." The driver was driving with one hand while the other was still holding a knife pointed at Stella's stomach.

"What else would you do if you weren't having fun." The driver laughed with eyes swept all over Stella's body.

"Don't, sir .. toloong I want anywayang. How much money do I make, I mohoooonn." Stella cupped her palms together and begged the driver for mercy.

"Haaiiisshh, it's a simple matter. It's a pity that this is so smooth that it can only be looked at. We're having fun, Neng." The driver began unzipping his pants and pulling Stella's hair until the girl lowered her head towards the driver's thighs.

"Yongaaannn! I don't wantuuu ...." Stella began to rebel and tried to let go of the pull of her hair. His face implied horror at the sight of a terrifying object between the two drivers legs.

"Ayooooo! hurry up!" The driver began to act rude. He pulled Stella's hair stronger with his next hand clutching Stella's neck.

"Shaakkhiitt .. tholooong." Stella's eyes widened with a gasp of breath as a result of the driver's big hand.

The driver did not care about Stella's agonizing screams, he increasingly scrambled to tear the girl's top shirt off and began to brutally rampage her.

"Thooloung .. hhhhhh .. shaakhiiit .. hhhhh ...." Stella's breath remained tight even though the driver's hand was no longer in her neck.

"Huh, why are you?" The driver who was engrossed in enjoying Stella's upper body was shocked when he saw the girl's face as pale as paper.

"O .. obhaatt." Stella tried to reach her handbag that had fallen on the bottom of the car.

"Aahhh, pretty-beautiful sickness!" The driver kicked Stella's body out of the car half-naked.

The driver threw Stella's groceries, having previously taken her cell phone and wallet from her bag and left leaving the poor girl almost unconscious on a lonely roadside.

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Stella's disappearance leaves her family and friends shocked and panicked, including Jonathan.

"Stella was last with you, Jo!" exclaim Papa Stella.

"I-iya, Om ta-but I .. she came home from the salon alone." Jonathan scooped up his rough face. He is also panicked and confused especially now under the pressure of Papa and Mama Stella.

"You left my son alone??"

"Sa-I'm sorry, Om."

"Until something happens to Stella, I'll chase you anywhere, Jo!" Papa Stella held up her index finger right in Jonathan's face.

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Blurbs

Ismawati is 34 years old but not married yet. Because a promise that makes Isma still faithful waiting for his first love even though there was no news. When he tries to love another man, his first love comes back.

January returns to meet Isma his first love. But the fact is that the woman will marry another man. Feeling devastated he finally left without seeking the truth first.

Truth is revealed, January wants to regain her first love. But he doubted whether Isma would accept his physical condition that is no longer perfect?

Will their love story be reunited when Isma tries to love another man?