Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Flashback
Gandhi POV
After delivering Chaca, I rushed to the hotel. The first day of entry after a very long leave. Fortunately, the reception was held this weekend. No need to leave anymore. It feels like a hotel itself.
After a while, I arrived at the hotel parking lot. Then come down and immediately step towards my room. Greetings continued to flow throughout my journey.
Andra hasn't been seen, maybe not yet. Now I sit down and start struggling with the many reports at the table. By noon, the sound of knocking on the door blew away my concentration.
"Lake in!" my orders were shortly after someone poked out from behind the door.
He seemed very panicked, walking half-run to my desk. He squeezed both fingers of his hand.
"What's Dew?" I asked Dewi a hotel receptionist.
"Sir, there are complaints with room service. The guy was berserk, sir," he said nervously.
"What man is woman? What room number?" ask me to put down the ballpoint pen and close the document I was holding earlier.
"Male, Sir. The guy's tall, the item, it's stocky. It's in room 168" explained the woman.
After the Goddess explained, I rushed towards the room. Though previously no one had complained until that angry.
I knocked on the door of the room mentioned earlier slowly, nothing suspicious before. A moment later the door opened. I walked in slowly. Suddenly the door closed and locked from the outside.
"Hey! Who's that outside? Damn you!" I opened and banged on the door.
Damn this room includes VIP. Soundproof, where my phone left on the desk anyway.
I took a long breath. Then take the phone handle to connect to Andra's room. Shortly the phone was picked up. I said I was trapped in this room.
Then a woman suddenly hugged me from behind. As soon as possible I looked back and let go of the hand.
"Who are you!" my peek pushed his body.
"I? I'm the woman you ruined my dream for," he sighed playing his fingers on my cheek.
It doesn't seem to be sane to people.
"What do you mean? Just know no!" my anger looked at him sharply.
He came closer, trying to stick his body to me. Suddenly kissed my chest. The lipstick is attached to my white shirt. Then I threw it strong.
"Fucking woman! What do you want?" I shouted at him as he fell.
Suddenly the woman tore her clothes, beat her own face and even clawed her arms.
"What are you doing? Why hurt yourself!" my shout ran up to him and held tightly to his hands, so as not to hurt him again.
The door opened, my position was like I was about to rape her on the floor. The woman cried and thrashed acting as if I were the one who had abused her. I threw it back strong.
"Please, in-he wants to rape me," she cried as she pointed at me.
I can't believe so many people are gathered at the door. My eyes were looking for Andra, but I couldn't find her. And instead I found Mr. Handoyo standing with a nyalang look.
"Sir, this is not what you see. I was framed, sir," I said riled up.
There was a burly man who approached the woman and put a jacket on her. Looks like that guy's in cahoots. The goddess said the one who complained was a black burly man.
Fix it! I framed those two guys. But who are they? I don't even know him.
"Come to my room now!" tell Mr. Handoyo firmly.
I stepped on gontai. Along the way I continued to exhale violently. It feels like I'm out of oxygen.
Finish my history, break my name.
Connect~