Hate You, Love You
Night Event

At 5pm Amara was getting ready to go home. He held his backpack on his shoulder, while in his hand he carried several lecture diktats.

"Are you ready ?" Ask Dea suddenly. The girl patted Amara on the shoulder, until Amara jumped up in surprise. "Oh my God, De !! My heart almost fell !" Complain Amara while holding his chest that thumped fast.

"Well, that's it! Wealthy granny. So don't dream about it ! Kangen Ayang huh ?" Ledek Dea while laughing amusedly.

"What the hell ? No !" Amara Sahut. And what he said was true. Amara felt bad all day but Danis was not the cause. Something else was bothering him and he didn't know what it was.

"Yuk ah ! We're leaving now so we don't get stuck in traffic. You are praying, right?" Dea asked, and Amara nodded slowly in response.

The two walked towards the Dea car parked in the campus courtyard. Amara was holding her body right next to Dea who was driving the car. He put his luggage in the back seat.

"De, where did you get this job from? When I checked it turned out that the owner of the house was one of the officials in our country,"

Dea turned her head, looking at Amara. "Yes, in addition to the office, he is also a famous businessman. Therefore, tonight's event should be perfect as it concerns his good name. So, he asked to be added personnel who serve his guests. Well... The owner of this catering is my friend's mother, she offers this job to her children's friends because of her considerable pay and her work time is only a few hours," explained Dea at length.

"Me - la - yes - ni ?" Ask Amara worriedly.

"Hu'um, but calm down. Our job is to keep the food stand. Ensure that the food does not run out. Is it easy ?"

"Truly keep the booth doang right ?" Ask Amara timidly.

"It's a baffle !!" Dea replied as she rolled her eyes lazily. Amara does not like crowds.

Seeing her cousin put on an upset face made Amara giggle amusedly. He took a deep breath and thought that his nervousness was because he was afraid to meet people. Amara is a girl who can't mince words and she's not good at doing that.

Long enough they drive, until they arrive at a luxury house located in one of the elite areas in the city of Jakarta. Where the old money people (the rich from a long time ago) live.

"Thank you, sir," Dea told a man who worked to guard the gate in the house.

"Wow" Amara was amazed when her cousin's car entered the gate of the house. The two-story white house stood grandly. In the parking lot lined several new luxury cars this time Amara saw. "Crazy yeah... Rich people buy cars, rich people buy toys" he said, looking at the cars.

"He said, their children are very similar hobbies of cars," said Dea menimpali. And Amara was just the mangosteen responding to it.

Dea parked his car at the back of the house that was no less extensive. Makes Amara even more amazed at him.

***

Amara has changed clothes with a white shirt and skirt that is only a black knee length and leather shoes that are suitable for that appearance. He looks very good with his hair ponytailed.

The event had been running for more than an hour and everything was smooth without any meaningful obstacles. In her heart, Amara was grateful that the work was true. Amara and Dea just keep watch and check which food stands are almost depleted, without having to serve the many guests. A very easy job in exchange for a considerable amount of money.

Amara was in the kitchen when a small commotion broke out. He did not understand exactly what was going on, but there was a man in a suit who was arguing with the owner of the house.

Not wanting to take a headache, Amara also prefers to do his job by telling the catering, which type of food should be added immediately.

Amara was just about to leave the kitchen after she was done with her work. A woman patted him on the shoulder before he left.

"Sorry, your job is done, right ? Can you please take this to the second floor ?" Ask a woman who still looks beautiful even though she is no longer young.

"I was very busy accompanying the guests. Can you help me get this warm water to the 2nd floor ? Room three after the stairs," asked the woman again as Amara looked at her in amazement.

"Ah. ma-sorry, Madam," said Amara stammered when he realized that the one who was talking to him at this time was the hostess.

"Sa-I have to go into her room ?" Ask Amara a little doubt.

The woman smiled and nodded in affirmation. "Yes just keep it, Gio must be lying asleep. You don't have to worry,"

"Mother, I'm asking you in front," suddenly another woman interrupted their conversation.

"I have to go ahead, please deliver this drink and then you come back here again" said the woman, handing over a cup of hot, spice-scented drinks. It made Amara unable to resist.

Amara wanted to leave the task to others, but all of them had their own busy lives. There was no other choice, Amara did it herself. He climbed the stairs at the back. It seemed like it was another path to ascend to the second floor, as the grand main staircase was in the front room.

Amara was still amazed when she saw the contents of the house. It was the most luxurious house Amara had ever entered. The white doors look solid. Amara counted the door and stood in front of the third door that was not closed perfectly.

With her chest pounding Amara cleared her throat and knocked on the door. "Excuse me... I was told to bring a drink" said Amara but there was no answer from the room until Amara had to repeat it.

After knocking on the door twice, there was still no reply from inside the room. Amara, who wanted to finish the task immediately, ventured to open the door idan stepped in with his chest pounding fast.

Apparently it was a luxurious bedroom just like in the hotels. Without paying any more attention, Amara immediately placed the cup she was carrying on a table. He glanced over the bed, and there was a man in a suit he had seen making a scene downstairs.

The man fell asleep by slapping his body until his face was invisible. "Drink on the table yes, sir," said Amara before he left.

Just now Amara was about to step foot, the identification mark he used was released until he had to crouch down to pick it up.

"Oh my God," Amara muttered softly as she stroked her chest in overwhelming surprise as the man stood before her.

The fragrance of an adult man's perfume mixed with alcohol emanated from the tall, well-built body wearing the suit. Her dark brown eyes stared fixedly at Amara.

"Pardon me if I interrupt, I'm just assigned to...,"

"No ! No ! what are you doing?" Amara screeched as her arm was pulled violently by the man to follow her.

Amara revolted with all her might until her identification tag fell back onto the carpet. His chest was pounding, tears were already caving the river on his cheeks. The frightened Amara kept on revolting until her own arm hurt as the man got stronger gripping her to keep Amara from running away.

"Let go!!! Please let go!!" Shouted Amara while continuing to try to escape, but the man still dragged and threw Amara's body into the middle of the bed. Against men with such posture, Amara's energy was decisively lost.

"I beg you not to." Amara wept softly as the man pierced his body very quickly. And held Amara's hands above her head. Amara turned her head to the right and to the left, avoiding the drunk man's kiss on her lips.

"Don't do it ! I beg you not to do it." said Amara imploringly but the man did not bully him.

Not a word came from his lips, the man just stared blankly at Amara with a hunting breath. Then he forcefully mocked Amara without anyone hearing Amara's roar because everyone was busy downstairs.

***

Amara stared blankly at the ceiling above her. His body felt broken and difficult to move. But his heart was even more broken because his honor was forcibly snatched away by the unknown man. Amara's world was destroyed in a matter of minutes.

The man rolled his body to the empty side of the bed after he had finished with his passion. Let the crying Amara be silent.

Still sobbing, Amara tried to get up and tidied up her already open clothes. Withstanding all her pain, Amara stood up and walked to the door.

Amara decided to leave immediately even though fresh blood flowed from the base of her thighs.

Seriate.