1000 HOURS WITH YOU
Being a Night Woman

Irina looked sadly at her husband who was lying helplessly on the patient's bed. They had only been married for half a year, they had been married for love, despite their difficult economic circumstances. Irina is an orphan and during her life lived in an orphanage, she worked as a laundry laborer because of her low education, while her husband named Yoga worked as an online motorcycle taxi driver.

“Bu, I must immediately make money for the cost of heart transplant surgery Mas Yoga,”, said Irina told her in-laws who sat in a chair not far from the patient's bed.

“Mother brighten up, Rin. I can't, I'm sincere if Yoga ..” The middle-aged woman was unable to continue her words, she lowered her head, then raised her head again, looking at her son who was lying helplessly, he said, in addition, the stomach of Yoga has now grown marked that the disease of his son is very severe.

“Bu! Don't say it like that. I will struggle hard to make money for Mas Yoga.” operating costs Irina looked at her mother-in-law with nanar. Her tears were back on her cheeks.

“How to do, Rin? Make our daily eating just difficult.”

“There must be a way, Mom, I'll find work, I'll send Mas Yoga yes, Bu.” Irina begged her mother-in-law.

“Yes, but stay on the right path yes. Do not let you do illegal work.” The mother-in-law reminded her daughter-in-law.

Irina answered with a nod of her head, then said goodbye, kissing her mother-in-law's hand.

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Aslan entered his house when it was already night. The mansion he accidentally bought to build a household with Sofia. The feeling of emotion is now back creeping her heart, to make her flutter and destroy all the things that are nearby.

Dimas who was in the kitchen made coffee was very surprised when he heard a noise in the living room.

“Den Dimas! Sir, rampage!” One of the servants came to him.

“Quiet, Bi.” Dimas calmed the waiter down, after which he immediately ran to the living room, where Aslan destroyed all the items that were there.

“Arghhhh!!” aslan shouted as he lifted the small table that was there and slammed it on the floor.

BRACKET!

BRACKET!

BRACKET!

Destroyed the table because it was slammed repeatedly. Dimas grimaced to see it, wanting to stop his boss and best friend was impossible, because Aslan would grow rampage if anyone wanted to get in his way.

“Bi, get me the furniture in the kitchen, and give it to Aslan,” Dimas speech made some of the servants there very astonished.

“But, Den ..”

“From the furniture in the middle room was all destroyed,” replied Dimas, because he knew that the furniture in Aslan's house was very expensive, and it was a pity if it was destroyed in vain.

Some of the servants there compactly nodded, and immediately took out the furniture that was in the kitchen, such as dishes, pans and so on, then gave it to Aslan.

Just contact Aslan immediately vent his anger by slamming all the kitchen furniture in front of him.

After being satisfied to vent his anger, Aslan fell silent, while unraveling the hunting breath.

Dimas approached Aslan, then said, “satisfied not yet raging?” ask Dimas to Aslan.

“Shut!” snapped Aslan stared intently at the assistant and his friend.

“Si Sofia the demon woman has also lifted her foot from this house! Throw away any bad memories of him, and start a new sheet, Bro!” Dimas patted Aslan's shoulder gave a calm, calm,

“Bacot doang!” aslan told his best friend.

“Terupon you! At ngeyel's tell! This is horrifying, if you are berserk like gini that there is Sofia very happy because you think that you can not live without him.” Again Dimas gave advice, and this time his advice was heard by Aslan.

“You're right!” aslan replied in agreement with his friend's suggestion.

“So, how should I? I also want to be normal again like a man in general.” Aslan sighed harshly.

“I have a way, but I don't know if this will work or not, but it must be tried first.” Dimas immediately whispered something near Aslan's ear.

“No want! Your advice is crazy!” aslan, rejecting the crazy way his friend suggested.

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“Help me for a job, Ma'am. The easy one got the money.” Irina meets a friend named Meyda.

“Ngelon*te,” Meyda replied as she took a sip of her cigarette and exhaled the smoke into Irina's face.

“That work alone made a lot of money overnight,” he continued when he saw Irina's face stunned. “You didn't? Said he needed a job?”

Meyda is a slender-eyed and pure white woman, as well as a plump body targeted by om-om. She is 25 years old just like Irina.

“But, don't have to sell yourself also ‘kan,” shriek Irina.

“You are here! You came to the wrong person! If you want halal work just come with the porridge maker there, he again looks for employees to guard his porridge stall!” Meyda pointed to the north where the porridge house was located.

Irina was silent for a moment, taking a deep breath. There is no other way to make money fast than to sell yourself. Irina's heart felt dull, her mind was deadlocked. She could not think clearly because she desperately needed money for her husband's treatment. With all doubt, he would take that shortcut.

“Mother, Mas Yoga, forgive me," inner Irina, full of regrets.

“I want to mbak, Ma'am Mey's kayaking, how to do?” irina asked as she gulped her saliva roughly, as if she was swallowing a bitter pill.

“Ya, stay ngang*kang doang!” answer meyda frontally.

“If you are serious, later tonight come to Club X, do not forget to wear super sexy clothes and beautiful makeup! I wait there,” said Meyda, directly influenced by Irina.

Irina rushed home, after getting advice from Meyda. Before that, he headed for a women's clothing store located not far from Meyda's luxury home. He bought sexy clothes as well as makeup tools that are cheap and fit in his pocket. After getting all his needs, he immediately went home to prepare.

It was the first crazy thing he did in his entire life. Choosing a bad job for the treatment of her husband. Irina came home using her husband's matic motorbike which was used for ngojek.

“Yes God, I'm sorry. I know the path I'm taking is wrong, but I'm forced to do it. I know that You will not forgive me this decision, but how else, right now I am in need of money, ” the inner Irina when she rides her bike, it split the streets of the capital that night. Her tears were dripping down her cheeks without asking. Along the way, she kept crying.

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